C4 (2/2)

”I'll arrange it for you. If possible, it'll be tomorrow night, because you can challenge Oak to the main battle of United States of America tomorrow night.”

Duan Hong nodded: ”How much will it cost to make an appearance? ”What's the bonus?”

Towards this kind of person, Duan Hong would not hurt his feelings even if he talked about money.

Yan Xiaowen said: ”You are a newcomer, and the appearance fee is still ten thousand, but the prize is ninety thousand! Because Oak has already won two consecutive rounds, and his prize money for each match will increase by thirty thousand. ”

He walked to the desk, opened the drawer and handed over the information to Duan Hong.

”This is Oak's information. Go take a look when you return.”

Duan Hong took over fifty pages of paper. The most eye-catching thing was a picture of a black man, that kind of cold gaze could only be trained through numerous life and death battles, without a trace of life.

Duan Hong took it and walked to the door, then asked once more, ”When will I be looking for you?”

Yan Xiaowen's lips were a little dry. ”Tomorrow, tomorrow night, I — — I'll get someone to pick you up from the Ku Chan Temple!”

Duan Hong waved his hand. He did not want anyone to know about his black fist. ”If you really want to receive me, then stay far away from the Ku Chan Temple.”

< p > As he spoke, he opened the door and left.

The moment Duan Hong closed the door, his body was paralyzed on the sofa. This brat had a strong aura, he looked like a scoundrel just now, but why did he suddenly become like an arrogant emperor? When Duan Hong walked out of the office, the female employee immediately welcomed him, ”Supperman, oh no! ”Hello sir, are you leaving?”

Duan Hong nodded.

The female staff member rushed to the front of the intact elevator and pressed open the elevator door, hoping that the elevator would also fail and reproduce the scene from before.

Looking at the perky female staff member's department, Duan Hong no longer had the desire he had just now. She treats me so well, and had no idea that he was interested in me.

The female employee accompanied Duan Hong out of the Golden Cauldron Tower before reluctantly turning around.

< p > ”Wait a moment.”

The female employee turned around and asked in a delicate and beautiful voice, ”Sir, what can I do for you?”

Well, do you have twenty dollars? Lend it to me and I'll return it to you later.

Duan Hong thought that his skin was thick enough, but he still felt shy. When he came out, he only had twenty pieces of skin, and after spending half of the travel fee, he gave ten pieces to Yan Xiaowen.

The clerk thought to herself: It's really different, borrowing money so naturally, with a sad quality to it, a pure eye that can see the elegance inside, oh my God, that's perfect.

The female employee immediately took out 100 yuan and gave it to Duan Hong. Being able to work in the golden cauldron, 100 yuan was nothing to her, like what Duan Hong had in her eyes.

Deadwood was still meditating in the meditation room. During the past four years, he rarely came out.

The dead grass was not in the backyard. It must have been brewing some new wine in his wine cellar.

When he walked to the kitchen, he saw a barbecued pork belly, bare-chested, shaking the pot in front of the stove.

< p > ”You're back?” ”She went to the Prefecture of Su.”

Deadroot did not even look back, just by listening to the footsteps, he knew it was Duan Hong.

Duan Hong placed the rice down and walked in front of the dried root, then said: ”Third Master, let me take a break.”

He took the fifty catty iron pot and flipped through the iron sand inside.

The dried root sniffed Duan Hong. ”Bastard, where did you go?” Why does my body smell like cheap perfume? Do you really like the girls from the Pork family in the market?

Duan Hong sighed: ”How could that be, this is for you.”

As he spoke, he handed over a special scented leather bag to the withered root.

< p > ”Musk?” Where did you come from, brat? ”

He left the kitchen with the musk in his hand. He was as excited as the widow of White Sand, who had met him at night.

Duan Hong laughed and thought to himself: I stole it from your medicine warehouse. You have so many of them anyway, so it's not like I'm lacking this one.

After stir-frying the iron sand for a while, Duan Hong went to the Reflection Chamber to see the Junior Brother who was ten years older than him.

Duan Hong had entered the sect one day earlier than, so even though he was older than him, according to the time they took to enter the sect, the older ones still belonged to the younger ones.

After exiting the tightly shut cave, Duan Hong returned to his small room.

The house was built three years ago. When he first arrived, he was still young, so he took turns sleeping with the three old monks. Afterwards, he rebuilt a meditation room as his dormitory.

The room was simply furnished. Other than two kang, two prayer mats, a square table, and a bookshelf, there was nothing else in the room.

Duan Hong sat on the prayer mat and opened the file on Oak.

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