70 Youre Screwing With Me, Right? (2/2)
The young man said indifferently, ”You guys pay a fee to learn swordsmanship, not to enjoy the setting, so what does it matter if the environment is good or not? This place is actually better for training in the hottest summer and the coldest winter—it toughens one's willpower.”
”You can't make it any cheaper?” Roland asked.
”No!” The young man almost had no change in his expression.
But the more that this was so, the more it showed his determination—the words he said were almost impossible to argue.
Roland looked at the four students who were training under the large shed and asked, ”Did they already pay thirty thousand?”
Thirty thousand was a figure that wasn't much at all for rich people. Sometimes they could throw away several times this number in a night to entertain guests.
However, for a normal person like Roland, this amount was quite a lot. Even if he had nearly 300,000 yuan in his bank account, he still felt that it was a little expensive.
He saw that the four students, who were training swordsmanship under the large shed, didn't appear to be very rich, so he suspected that the boss and coach before him was trying to scam a little bit of money.
”They're my relatives, of course it's free for them,” the young man said matter-of-factly, and at the same time, he took out a wrinkled and unsealed pack of Hongmei[4] cigarettes and handed one over, asking, ”Want a smoke?”
”No thanks, I don't smoke.” Roland waved his hand. So it turned out they were the young man's relatives—Roland had no way of taking this argument further.
The young man lit a cigarette for himself, took a puff, and blew out a smoke ring. ”It's good that you don't smoke. One who trains martial arts shouldn't smoke, it's bad for the lungs. If the lungs are unwell, the vital energies won't be able to rise. If one is deficient in vital energies, not to mention training martial arts, it would be good enough if one's normal livelihood wasn't affected.”
With a strange expression, Roland stared at the cigarette in the young man's hands, the expression in his eyes piercing.
”You mean me?” The young man dangled the cigarette in his hand and spoke in that same emotionless tone. ”I'm just keeping it in my mouth, not breathing it in the lungs.”
Then what's the point of smoking like that? Roland was somewhat confused, but he didn't want to understand why the young man formed such an eccentricity. He thought for a while and asked, ”Then how long have you been operating here for and how many students have you recruited? Not including your relatives.”
”Over half a year, and not a single student from the outside.” The young man seemed to be quite frank.
Roland frowned even more, but just when he was about to speak, his phone rang.
He made a gesture toward the young man to excuse himself. He walked to the side and picked up the call.
It was a call from Schuck. ”The official website came out with a new announcement, did you read it yet?”
”I've got something to deal with, I didn't have time to pay attention to the official website.”
”You better look at it now, it's related to you.”
With that said, Schuck hung up the call.
Roland remembered that the head planner had said that there would be a new announcement soon. Could it be because he was the one who posted about the bug feedback that the announcement mentioned him?
However, Schuck had a relatively calm personality, he wouldn't be the type to make a fuss because of a small matter like this.
Roland opened the browser on his phone and went on the game's official web page. As expected, there was a new announcement.
After clicking it, he slapped himself on the forehead, speechless.
”Game planner, you're screwing with me, right!?”
[1] Japanese sword worn by samurais
[2] Ancient name for Japan, could be considered derogatory
[3] Japanese martial art that uses bamboo swords
[4] Means red plum, cheap cigarette brand in China