MM Racing Chapter 15 Two-tenths Profit
Chapter 15 Two-tenths Profit
Hearing Da Ming's words, Er Ming's expression changed slightly, and his fists clenched unconsciously, but after a moment, they slowly relaxed.
He took a deep breath and nodded seriously:
"I understand, brother."
Da Ming did not respond; his gaze remained calm as he looked out of the carriage and said nothing more.
There were some things he didn't tell Erming.
Since there exists some kind of power here that can block Tang San's senses, then if we can find the source of this power, perhaps...
You can run away.
Using this power to shield one's own existence and then leaving the Douluo Continent, this place of right and wrong, to truly find liberation, is not necessarily a bad way out!
Of course... it's just a thought for now, after all, he's not sure what kind of existence this power, which even the God-King can block, is.
Let's take it one step at a time...
The carriage moved slowly, and the caravan naturally sank into Shrek City as night fell.
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A few days later, at Ping An Pharmacy, the sun was high in the sky.
Sunlight streamed obliquely into Jiang Ci'an's room through the carved wooden window, and the faint sounds of the bustling street outside indicated that it was already late.
Jiang Ci'an sat upright on the bed, his eyes closed, as if in meditation.
Suddenly, at a certain moment, there was a gentle knock on the door.
"Knock knock knock".
Three sounds, neither too loud nor too soft, and then Xiao Xiao poked her head out.
Long, dark green hair fell through the crack in the door, her emerald green eyes blinked, and her small face showed concern for the night they hadn't seen each other and a hint of grogginess from just waking up.
"Farewell?"
Her soft, gentle voice brought Jiang Ci'an back to his senses.
He rubbed his forehead, as if sorting out his thoughts. After a moment, he smiled and looked at Xiao Xiao:
"Sorry, I got lost in meditation."
As he spoke, he slowly stood up under Xiao Xiao's gaze and stretched his somewhat stiff shoulders.
Xiao Wu spent another night carving out her soul ring in the virtual world, which also led to Xiao Wu sacrificing herself for the entire night.
Unfortunately, we didn't gain much today either.
Although he had observed Tang Hao's ring-exploding technique many times, he could see it clearly from the ring-exploding method at the Title Douluo level to every detail of the soul power fluctuations.
But doing it yourself is a completely different story.
My mind understands it, but my hands haven't.
However, he wasn't too discouraged. When he first started building the "Body Tempering Method," he also experienced daily explosions, but he still succeeded in the end, didn't he?
My own martial soul isn't some special conceptual martial soul like "energy," so I have to take it slow and steady on my own for this kind of high-difficulty operation.
The good news is that while his consciousness is active in the virtual world, his physical body in reality meditates on its own, so his cultivation doesn't fall behind.
Moreover, this state can replace sleep, so there won't be any mental fatigue, which is a blessing in disguise.
As for Xiao Wu, she sacrificed herself countless times throughout the night...
After changing his clothes, Jiang Ci'an walked up to Xiao Xiao and gave his little childhood sweetheart a quick look.
Today, Xiao Xiao is wearing a light blue short shirt. The fabric is soft and close-fitting, and the shirt is cinched in the middle, perfectly outlining her slender waist.
Her lower body was clad in a light-colored knee-length skirt, revealing a slender leg wrapped in white stockings, like a green bamboo washed by morning dew, exuding a clean and neat temperament.
Jiang Ci'an felt somewhat fortunate.
He has to watch blood and flesh all night long, but luckily he has his childhood sweetheart who will wake him up in a different pretty outfit every day.
Every time I open my eyes, I feel refreshed by my little childhood sweetheart, which greatly reduces my psychological stress.
However, it's not good to always rely on your childhood sweetheart; you still need to find a way to vent your frustrations.
Of course, he can still hold on for now.
Putting aside the random thoughts in his mind, Jiang Ci'an naturally took his childhood sweetheart's hand.
Walking through the corridor, I arrived at the main hall, where breakfast was already laid out.
Today's breakfast is still a special medicinal meal. It tastes good and can also help with cultivation, providing the energy needed for daily "martial arts" training. Apart from being quite expensive, it has no drawbacks.
The two sat down opposite each other, eating and chatting about cultivation.
"...I cultivated until 10 PM last night, got up at 7 AM this morning, then practiced the 'Body Tempering Method' for an hour, followed by a shower and changing clothes..."
Xiao Xiao answered obediently, remaining as serious as ever about cultivation, unwilling to waste any time.
"This level of training is almost your limit. Any more and you won't be able to manage. Remember the supplements I gave you; you must drink them every day..."
Jiang Ci'an carefully planned Xiao Xiao's path to fame, and also explained the training arrangements for the next few days.
Xiao Xiao wrote everything down, nodding her head, her earnest expression exactly the same as when she was cultivating.
A few moments later, breakfast was finished.
The servants carried away the empty bowls and plates, and also informed Jiang Ci'an that guests had arrived and were waiting in the guest room.
Jiang Ci'an understood, and led Xiao Xiao through the courtyard, where they saw the door to the wing room ahead was half-closed.
Through the crack in the door, one could see a kind-faced middle-aged man with the shrewdness and affability typical of businessmen sitting inside, holding a teacup and sipping it slowly.
Jiang Ci'an pushed open the door and entered, smiling as he stepped forward: "Mr. Ning."
Ning Zhicheng immediately put down his teacup, his face beaming, and stood up to greet him, saying, "Boss Jiang, it's been a long time."
"It hasn't been long, only three months." Jiang Ci'an smiled and invited him to sit down, then sat down opposite him, casually pushing the teapot on the table toward him.
"We apologize for keeping Mr. Ning waiting. Without further delay, shall we begin?"
"Boss Jiang is straightforward."
Ning Zhicheng smiled and nodded, then took out stacks of books from his storage soul tool at his waist and neatly arranged them on the table.
These are all account books.
Jiang Ci'an understood, took the document, and began the routine audit.
After his parents passed away, to avoid trouble, he sold most of his properties and exchanged them for a heavy amount of gold soul coins.
However, he kept the businesses that were located near Shrek City, such as herb cultivation and soft-boned rabbit breeding.
Furthermore, they maintain a long-term cooperative relationship with the Jiubao Chamber of Commerce under the Jiubao Glazed Tile School, selling some of their produced herbs and meats to various regions through their channels.
The middle-aged man in front of them was named Ning Zhicheng, the president of the Shrek City branch of the Jiubao Chamber of Commerce.
He was once a business partner of Jiang Ci'an's parents. Although they weren't very close, he took good care of Jiang Ci'an's parents after they passed away.
When Jiang Ci'an sold some of his properties, he did not try to lower the price; the prices he offered were very fair.
Today, the two sides maintain their cooperative relationship, checking accounts every three months, just like before, without fail.
Jiang Ci'an opened the account book and looked through it page by page.
He moved at a moderate pace, pausing briefly on each page, his gaze wandering among the numbers, and occasionally rewinding to look at it again.
Xiao Xiao sat quietly beside him, her emerald eyes reflecting the dense ink characters on the account book, silently studying.
Time passed little by little.
Soon, Jiang Ci'an closed the last account book and put it aside.
"The accounts are fine."
He looked up at Ning Zhicheng, his tone puzzled, "But... why did Mr. Ning give me an extra 20% profit?"