Chapter 1007 Breaking the West Wind
"Quota, what quota, how do you say this?"
Zhou Qing vaguely realized that something was wrong.
The old man in sackcloth said, "The damn Xu is a born profiteer and vampire. What do you think, he actually closed the mountain gate and sold seats to watch the battle? Are there such shameless people in the world?"
Zhou Qing was dumbfounded, "He, he's not afraid..." Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the flag floating in the air and sighed heavily, "Old Zhang, if that's the case, why should you support him? You think I don't know that he is doing this? It’s all just for the sake of fame, we don’t support him, we don’t even watch the excitement, let’s see how he still makes trouble, grandma, people’s hearts are so weak that snakes swallow elephants like elephants!”
Today, Xu Yi's past situation has been widely circulated throughout Huaixi. There are many smart people among the monks. They immediately saw through the root cause of Xu Yi's creation of this arena and spread the word. Everyone knows Xu Yi's intentions.
The old man in sackcloth burst into laughter, "That's nice to say. Look at the crowds in this place. You can't wait for others to leave and crowd in. But there is one person who is just like you, Old Zhou, think. Hehe, it's difficult to get along when things happen. Your surname is Xu. Just take the knife."
Zhou Qing was silent. Yesterday, he experienced it personally. In order to find a good place to watch the game, he did not know how many disputes were caused.
And the number of people who have arrived recently is several times that of yesterday. So many people are pouring in all at once. If you don't control it, if you don't control it, there will be no one to challenge, and the bottom will be turned into a pot of porridge.
The more I think about it, the more I regret it. I would have just meditated all night without sleeping.
He shouted not to join in the fun, but he knew in his heart that such a lively event would only happen once in a thousand years.
What's more important is that observing the battle between superpowers of Xu Yi's level is no different than giving guidance from a famous teacher in times of trouble.
"Lao Zhang, what exactly is the quota you mentioned just now?"
Zhou Qing finally recognized the reality, but had other ideas.
The old man in sackcloth sent a message, "Lean closer to the flag. The regulations are listed on the back."
Zhou Qing cupped his fists to thank him, jumped up, and rushed forward. When he got closer, he saw the words were horrifying, like a knife piercing his eyes.
".........The first rank has five spiritual stones, and the position is one hundred, the second rank has three spiritual stones, and the position is three hundred, the third rank has one spiritual stone, and the position is five hundred... A battle One vote. Those who are willing to purchase a package of tickets are listed below... In addition, those who watch the battle can participate in the betting market offered by Leng Yang Peak, making it a grand event."
Manager Fang is indeed a profiteer who makes old deals. Xu Yi only thinks about selling seats, one seat a day. This one rose to one seat in a battle. He even gave up the ticket package and came up with a gambling board, which made Xu Yi Breathtaking.
Zhou Qing's heart grew colder as he watched. He cursed tens of thousands of traitorous people in his heart, but he always thought about the thousands of people crowded in the crowd, who were just making noise and joining in the fun. There must be only a few who were willing to give up the spiritual stone.
After all, the cheapest third-class seat costs one spirit stone. What a sky-high price it is. Even the most high-end wine shops in Baye City have similar consumption levels.
With only half a stick of incense, Zhou Qing's heart sank to the bottom. He didn't even squeeze in, and all the places were used up. The voices of curses, sighs, and complaints were like the roar of the tide.
"What, what's going on? Are you crazy?"
Seeing the commotion all over the place, Zhou Qing was completely confused.
Suddenly, his shoulders sank, but he heard a voice say in his ear, "You haven't queued up yet, what are you doing here?" Looking sideways, it was the old man in sackcloth, Lao Zhang, who was about to ask a question. The old man in sackcloth flashed past him like a flash of lightning. Slided over.
He hurried to follow, and the crowd became noisy again.
Zhou Qing spent a lot of effort and managed to squeeze in. He grabbed the old man in sackcloth tightly by his clothes, squeezed in with him, and said urgently, "What are you squeezing in?"
"Nonsense, wait in line. One fight after another. The package ticket sold just now was only sold out because the price was too high. Now looking at the huge crowd, everyone knows that it is difficult to get seats for every fight. , if you buy a package ticket, even if you don’t watch the game, the value will increase after selling it! Besides, even if you can’t buy a package ticket, you still have to grab the tickets for the next game! Damn profiteers, they are making a fortune!”
The old man in sackcloth said angrily.
Manager Fang, who was scolded as a profiteer by the old man in sackcloth, had no joy at all in making a fortune. Scarlet eyes hung on his green face, like windmills, whirling around the hall, murmuring, "Big loss." , What a big loss, I knew it was like this, I knew it was like this..." He looked like he was crazy.
Just at this moment, Lao Cai hurriedly rushed into the hall and said, "Mr. Fang, it's bad, it's crowded outside again. All the adults are clamoring to continue selling tickets, saying that even if ordinary tickets cannot be sold first, sets will be sold first. Tickets are fine too.”
Xu Yi greeted him and asked Lao Cai to fully cooperate with Manager Fang. After all, there were thousands of handymen in Lengyang Peak, but only Lao Cai was familiar with the road. Fortunately, Manager Fang was a monk, and Lao Cai had no intention of competing. They get along quite harmoniously.
Unexpectedly, just after Lao Cai said these words, Manager Fang seemed to have been stepped on, and he was furious, "Tell me, I won't sell any tickets, and I won't sell any tickets. We'll wait until this is over!" Lao Cai said He retreated hastily.
To put it bluntly, Manager Fang really regretted it. After all, he never expected that there would be such an unprecedented grand occasion.
The price was set by him, and the seat fee could easily cost several spirit stones. At a time when a soul-sensing monk's total net worth did not exceed one hundred spirit stones, it was really a sky-high price.
But he didn't expect that reality would slap him in the face and turn his old face red.
As soon as the tickets for the first show were sold, he knew that his thinking was wrong. After all, he only considered the average net worth of the monks, but forgot that there were still extremely wealthy people in Huaixi Mansion.
There are less than a thousand seats in total. As long as those big players are willing to watch the excitement, the current price is really unreasonable.
As for the ticket packages sold, it was simply a major failure in his business history.
Chief Fang was sharpening his sword here, while Zhou Qing and Lao Zhang, who were unaware of the situation, were still crowded in the crowd.
Suddenly I heard a soft whistle, and a figure flew through the air, several miles across. Suddenly, a sword energy shot into the sky, shining like stars in the sky. In an instant, it was inserted directly into the hunting flag at the top of Lengyang Peak. disappear.
"Everyone within the same level will be destroyed. Those below Yin Zun are invincible. What a big stinking fart!"
The sound was like a loud bell, resounding in all directions. In an instant, a broad-minded voice came rushing in. A head full of red hair danced wildly in the wind. On its shoulder was a huge sword that was about ten feet long. Although it was lying horizontally in the air, it came from all over the world. The momentum makes people feel as if the mountains are about to collapse.
When he saw his face clearly, the whole place suddenly roared!
"Scorpion Sword, cut off the west wind!"
"Is it really him? Three years ago, he was defeated by the Divine Prime Minister Zhou Zongshi and went into seclusion at the Ancient Sword Peak. There was no news about him in three years. Unexpectedly, he also came out of seclusion today."