The system was set three years in advance, but the universal deities still hadn't arrived.

Chapter 33 Divine Control, Principal and Interest Repaid in One Year

[Healing Spell: Low-level skill, can be learned by double-clicking, consumes 50 Faith or Spirit Points, can heal injuries.]

[Divine Control: Double-click to use, can be upgraded, consumes 1000 Faith points or a large amount of Spiritual Energy. Controls the target to act according to your will. The higher the target's level, the lower the success rate. 100% control is achieved within the same level. Consumes 1000 Faith points or a certain amount of Spiritual Energy per minute. If the host is equivalent to or lower than the target's level for each rank, the Faith consumption per minute is halved or increased by 50%.]

"So strong."

"With this divine control, as long as you have enough faith, you can control whoever you want within the same level, and do whatever you want."

Zeng Shen glanced at one of the healing spells and was immediately drawn to the Divine Control talent card.

I immediately started learning it.

I also learned healing techniques while I was at it.

When the RV stopped at the Juling Building, Zeng Shen turned off the lottery wheel and went upstairs to find Li Yuqing and Liu Tongtong to have dinner. They discussed for a while where to film Hanfu videos to attract traffic and fans.

On the first day, Zeng Shen earned 200 survival points from Li Yuqing and began his daily routine of grinding for points.

I didn't trigger any first-time rewards today, only 2210 survival points.

the next day.

Zeng Shen routinely explored the surrounding area, then circled around the south, north, and east of the city, gaining 30 survival points before heading west.

But instead of going to the West City Wharf immediately, he met Liu Miao at the headquarters of a bank near the wharf.

It took about twenty minutes.

Zeng Shen sent Liu Miao a voice message.

"I'm almost there, where are you?"

Liu Miao replied quickly in voice:
"I just arrived at the bank entrance. You're almost there. I'll wait for you before I go in."

"it is good."

Zeng Shen hung up the phone and drove to the bank entrance in about thirty seconds.

Liu Miao stood in front of the bank, wearing a tight-fitting light red dress that uniquely accentuated her tall, elegant, and subtly mature figure, resembling a ripe peach.

Beneath the skirt, her long, slender legs were tightly wrapped in smooth black stockings, which shimmered alluringly in the sunlight.

"This willow cat was definitely dressed up specially."

Zeng Shen muttered to himself, then parked the car in an empty space and got out.

Liu Miao was slightly surprised to see Zeng Shen get out of such a huge Wuling RV.

She greeted him with a smile, moving closer naturally to take his arm, speaking as intimately as a girl next door:
“Zeng Shen, your RV is so cool! I wanted to buy one like this a few years ago so I could travel all over my country’s famous scenic spots and historical sites.”

[Warning: The host has been imprisoned by a third-tier water deity. Please break free and escape immediately to avoid being trapped in the quagmire and enslaved.]

Hearing the notification sound in his ear, Zeng Shen rolled his eyes inwardly.

Followed by.

He leaned his body defiantly against Liu Miao's tall and straight figure, feeling Ruan Mei in the mud, before saying, "That's great! I just had that idea. How about we go together sometime?"

Liu Miao hadn't expected Zeng Shen to be even bolder than her. Her cheeks flushed slightly, but her tone remained as friendly as a girl next door as she smiled:
"Okay, once my company gets through this crisis and I have some free time, as long as your girlfriend doesn't mind, we can go out for a stroll and relax."

"Haha, then it's a deal." Zeng Shen laughed. "Let's go, Sister Liu, let's go inside and get things done."

"Row."

As Liu Miao spoke, she naturally took Zeng Shen's arm and they walked inside. Meanwhile, in a van in a corner not far away, a pair of eyes wearing dark sunglasses were staring intently at them.

Zeng Shen and Liu Miao walked into the bank. The lobby manager, who was obviously familiar with Liu Miao, came over directly.

"Sister Liu, you're here again. It's not that I don't want to lend you money, but the head office simply doesn't have that much money to lend you right now," the lobby manager said.

Liu Miao nodded, understanding, and said, "I know, but I think this time, your head office will definitely lend me some funds."

As they spoke, Liu Miao, arm in arm with Zeng Shen, continued walking towards the head office at the far end of the bank. Just as they entered, a woman dressed impeccably in a suit, who appeared to be around fifty years old, sat down, slightly raised her head, and politely greeted Liu Miao:

"Ms. Liu, when did you arrive? You didn't even let me know so I could have come out to meet you."

Liu Miao led Zeng Shen to the office chair in front of the bank president and sat down. Without any formalities, she handed him the folder she was holding.

"President Li, I won't stand on ceremony with you. I'd like to use this as collateral to apply for a loan from you. Is that alright?"

Bank Manager Li pushed up her glasses, her face showing no extraneous expression. She slowly reached out and took the document, then opened it.

Immediately, her expression showed slight surprise.

"A risk agreement worth 700 million, and it's with Jinhai Jewelry Company, the largest company in the city. Mr. Shi signed the agreement, but with whom? Hmm? Who is Zeng Shen? I've never heard of him. It can't be fake, right?"

Liu Miao said, "President, you're joking. This man next to me is Zeng Shen. He and President Shi signed the agreement a few days ago. As for whether it's true or not, you can call to confirm."

Li Yinchang gave Zeng Shen a slightly serious look.

She had just seen Liu Miao come in arm in arm with him and assumed he was the gigolo she had found, so she didn't give him a second glance.

It turns out that this casually dressed young man was not a newbie at all, but rather seemed to be a big shot!

"Okay, please wait a moment," Li Yinchang said, picking up his phone, searching for Shi Mingqiang's WeChat, and making a video call.

Trade Building.

Shi Mingqiang was sitting in his office, listening attentively to the advice of his think tank team on how to maximize the promotion of this Green Dew Imperial Jadeite and how to make a small fortune from it.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

He reached out and caught it.

Li Yinchang appeared in the video.

"Hello, Li Yinchang, what's up?"

"Mr. Shi, did you sign a risk agreement worth 700 million yuan with a young man named Zeng Shen?"

Upon hearing these words from the head of the bank, Shi Mingqiang's earlier joy vanished instantly.

He knew that the bank manager's phone call meant that his nephew-in-law was about to pledge all his savings to Liu Miao as collateral.

Shi Mingqiang took a deep breath and nodded, saying, "Yes, I used all my assets to sign a risk agreement with him for 700 million yuan."

"Mr. Shi, I'm recording your video and audio now. I'm asking you, now that he wants to use this agreement as a guarantee for Ms. Liu Miao, do you agree?"

Shi Mingqiang was reluctant to agree, but when he thought of the value of the Green Dew Imperial Jadeite, he simply said, "Agreed. This agreement can guarantee how much he can borrow."

"Okay, I understand. The content of your video conversation with me will be uploaded to this loan agreement document. If you are sure there are no problems, I will continue to talk with them. But I will send you an electronic document later for you to sign."

"it is good."

The bank manager hung up the phone, a smile suddenly spreading across his usually meticulous face. He turned to Zeng Shen and Liu Miao and said:

"This agreement has been verified and it can indeed be used as collateral. How much do you plan to borrow?"

"I want to borrow 100 million yuan. How much interest will I have to pay in a year?" Liu Miao asked.

"Eight percent, with the principal and interest repaid in one year."

"What did you say?" Zeng Shen, who had been silent, suddenly asked.

"Eight percent." The bank manager's voice sounded a little weak, after all, she had quoted two percentage points too high.

“No, the next sentence,” Zeng Shen said.

"The principal and interest will be repaid in one year."

(End of this chapter)