newbobooks Chapter 200 Stop fighting, the money's gone!
Chapter 200 Stop fighting, the money's gone!
As a result, their fighting skills improved, but their brains were still not up to par. Even the smartest person in their team, Fox Girl, was defeated by Scarface.
Even now, Mu Zhen's thought is still not to recruit talent after returning, but to spend a lot of money to hire those shrewd and capable people to train everyone.
He might still be wiped out one day, but he doesn't regret his decision. He's afraid he won't be able to outmaneuver those who are too shrewd, and he might end up being sold out while still helping the other party count their money.
Old Wai said they were born in the wrong era. If they had been born in ancient times, they could have built a large camp and become kings themselves.
Cough! Mu Zhen really coveted the title of Mountain King.
"Holy crap, my money! Stop, stop, stop! The money's going to collapse!"
Huangfu Zique was completely dumbfounded. He had only swept his leg, so how could the bed have collapsed? And it wasn't the kind of collapse that happens when the wooden planks break.
It looks like... a collapse?
After Mu Zhen turned on the light, the veins on Huangfu Zique's forehead started bulging wildly. Was he buried by money?
In astonishment, he pulled off the bundles of banknotes on his body and roared, "Mu Yunya, how bored are you? Using these things to build a bed?"
Now look what's happened, it's scattered everywhere. You could say you'd use money to build a bed, but at least you could fix it all together!
Damn it, he got up and kicked the pile that hadn't collapsed. He was terrified just now, thinking it was like in a horror movie, that he was about to sink into the eighteenth level of hell.
Mu Zhen first rubbed the spot where he had been hit, and seeing the man going crazy inside his 'vital organ', he cursed under his breath, stumbled over and ran over to forcefully pull the man aside.
"Don't touch my money! You guys are killing me, damn it!" He wanted to go crazy and throw a tantrum, but he couldn't win!
He grumbled and bent down to put the bundles of money back.
Huangfu Zique checked the time; it was 3:30 a.m. He put his hands on his hips and irritably ordered, "Come with me to the next room to sleep."
[Sleep my ass! What did I do in my past life—steal your women or kill your whole family? Why am I being tormented by you all in this life?]
Who is really harming whom? Huangfu Zique gritted his teeth and swallowed those words back. What should he do?
This woman is insane. Looking around the East, who the hell would spend so much money to build a bed?
No wonder it felt so uncomfortable.
"Stop doing that. Have someone take it to the bank and deposit it tomorrow. This thing is really uncomfortable to sleep in." Huangfu Zique decided to try to persuade him again.
As Mu Zhen painstakingly piled up the money, he sneered, "It's not your money, of course you're upset!"
Huangfu Zique: ...
It's my money, I'd be upset too! It's like everyone's seen money before. All this money, even if you add it all up, probably doesn't exceed a billion or so.
He had seen many examples of poor people suddenly becoming rich, but none of them were as crazy as Mu Yunya.
It's not hard to guess that if the higher-ups allowed it, this guy would probably do nothing for the rest of his life but focus solely on building money printing machines and stirring up trouble in the currency market.
I wanted to just walk away, but my younger cousin's problem hadn't been resolved yet, so I had no choice but to squat down and help her put the money back in its place.
"What's the point of sleeping up here? Why don't you just get a pure gold bed?"
With nowhere to vent his anger, he could only resort to verbal sarcastic remarks.
"I'd like to, but unfortunately I don't have enough money!" Mu Zhen replied earnestly.
Huangfu Zique rolled his eyes. Fine! I give up!
After fiddling around for a long time, the two finally managed to restore the bed to its original state. By the time they both lay down on the bed, they were too exhausted to test each other anymore.
I'm finding it both physically and mentally exhausting.
"This cushion is too thin. Can we get a thicker one?" Huangfu Zique tossed and turned, but couldn't find a comfortable spot.
The area where I was hit was particularly painful and felt rough.
Mu Zhen closed her eyes, her voice languid: "If it's thickened, how can I still feel their presence?"
The two knew perfectly well who these 'them' referred to.
Huangfu Zique slapped his forehead hard, finding it hard to believe that such people actually existed in the world.
The man was making pancakes next to him, and Mu Zhen didn't care at all. As long as he was comfortable, he didn't care whether others were uncomfortable or not.
Huangfu Zique still remembered that time on the cruise ship, Mu Yunya told him that she had once had a girl she liked in that world.
At the time, I just thought this person was a coward, who didn't even have the courage to hold onto the person he liked.
Now, he thanks the girl for letting go on her behalf. With such a bizarre habit, any woman who marries into that family will be driven crazy by it.
How many women in the world could stand such an unlucky house?
And this bed is even more uneven than pebbles.
The key issue is that Mu Yunya has a domineering personality, only cares about her own happiness, and has no idea how to be considerate of others.
If he were a woman, he wouldn't marry her even if all the men in the world died.
Filled with indignation, I forced myself to stay awake for more than half an hour before finally feeling sleepy. I asked weakly, "Are you asleep?"
"Are you asleep?"
After asking twice with no response, Huangfu Zique yawned, sighed, and nudged the woman's shoulder, saying, "I miss my little cousin."
Do you think there's any way to bring him back to normal?
In the system space, Xiao Jukeng grabbed a large lobster from the dining table and was about to put it in his mouth when he saw Huangfu Zique's actions on the screen in front of him.
Well, she ultimately didn't dare to completely give up. On the other hand, she also wanted to see if the host and the fourth male lead would develop feelings for each other while fighting in bed.
That's how it's written in novels. Strong tops and strong bottoms inevitably rub against each other during fights, and that's how sparks fly.
Therefore, the screen that was used to spy on the outside world was turned on.
Now all she wants to do is sing a song: fairy tales are all lies~~~
So this was the male lead's real purpose; rather than trying to get information out of the host, he wanted to lure her out.
I'm not the King of Hell in this world, so what right do I have to overturn someone's life or death?
Huangfu Zique ignored whether Mu Zhenhui responded or not, and continued to ramble on: "Third Uncle and Third Aunt really can't bear to see an older person bury a younger one again."
Their youngest cousin was their only source of comfort.
My cousins both got into trouble because of my mother. If I could, I would pay any price.
Even if it costs me my life, I believe my younger cousin will take good care of my parents without me. Ha, is such a miracle possible?
The voice grew increasingly weak until the man's drooping eyelids closed completely.
After eating and drinking his fill, Little Giant Pit elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin. Oh well, let's just say it was to help the host win the favor of this male lead.
First it emerged from Mu Zhen's mind, then it invaded Huangfu Zique's skull.
And so, Huangfu Zique, who had just fallen asleep, saw a chubby, bruised and swollen Q-version baby through a thick fog.
Judging from her clothes, she should be a girl.
It was still that bright red single sofa. Little Giant Pit sat on it like a domineering queen, arms outstretched against the armrests, legs crossed, and his chubby feet swinging happily.
"Huangfu Zixi's fate will surely be sealed next year, and there will be no way to reverse it!"
Huangfu Zique stood with his hands on his hips, chin slightly raised, his attitude even more arrogant than Xiao Jukeng's: "You are Mu Yunya's system?"
"If you want Huangfu Zixi's physical body to continue living like a normal person, there is only one way," Xiao Jukeng replied, seemingly ignoring the question.
Huangfu Zique's pupils contracted for a moment, but he didn't show it at all. His eyebrows twitched, and he said with great interest, "Oh? Tell me about it!"
"Let other souls take his place!"
After a brief silence, the man gave a wry smile: "What's his temperament like?"