All of France: Summoners of the Rift, establish the Glory Hunters' Guild

"Five hundred thousand!" Although Ai Tutu came from a prominent family and was all looks and no brains, she wasn't really stupid. Spending five hundred thousand to deal with a slave-level demon was a huge loss.

A bitter smile appeared on Mu Nujiao's lips; she was already prepared for her family to take over the hot pot restaurant.

Ai Tutu suddenly hugged Chen Qing's arm and said in a sweet, cloying voice:

"Hey Chen Qing, since we're good friends and classmates, can you give me a discount?"

Feeling the amazing sensation on his arm, Chen Qing, a vigorous young man, couldn't help but feel a little distracted.

This Ai Tutu is really going too far; having two big steamed buns hanging around her neck is really something.

Seeing Chen Qing's momentary lapse in concentration, Ai Tutu's eyes flashed with a smug and cunning look, just like a little fox who had succeeded in its scheme.

Chen Qing hesitated for a moment before saying, "A discount isn't out of the question."

"What's the name of your hot pot restaurant, and where is it located?"

Upon hearing that a discount was available, Ai Tutu immediately gave the name and address of the hot pot restaurant without hesitation.

"The hot pot restaurant is located on the pedestrian street west of Mingzhu University, and its name is 'Beautiful Girl Hot Pot'."

Upon hearing this name, Chen Qing's gaze immediately turned strange as he looked at Mu Nujiao, whose expression appeared somewhat unnatural.

"This name was given by Ai Tutu, wasn't it?"

Mu Nujiao's toes were all hooked together inside her shoes, almost tearing through the soles and creating a crack in the ground under her feet.

She also deeply regretted entrusting Ai Tutu with the entire management of the shop signboard.

Hearing his words, Ai Tutu immediately became angry. She released Chen Qing's arms, put her hands on her hips, glared at him angrily, and shouted:

"Chen Qing, what do you mean? Isn't this name nice?"

Chen Qing had nothing to say; silence was the Cambridge of the night.

"You said you'd give us a discount, what kind of discount?" Mu Nujiao was already overwhelmed by this matter and just wanted to get rid of the demonic boar as soon as possible, so she broke the silence and asked.

"I can give you a full discount on this, but in exchange, I want 30% of your shares in 'Pretty Girl Hot Pot'."

At this moment, Chen Qing did not possess any of the innocent naiveté of a high school student; instead, he looked like a shrewd businessman.

"What!" Ai Tutu exclaimed in surprise, her pretty face instantly turning bright red, not from embarrassment, but from anger.

"You're asking for 30% of the shares? Why don't you just rob us?!"

Their "Pretty Girl Hot Pot" can earn about 50,000 yuan a month, and Chen Qing wants 30% of the shares, which means he will take 15,000 yuan a month.

Although there is a huge difference between 15,000 and 500,000, the shares are owned permanently, so this deal is not worthwhile no matter how you look at it.

Mu Nujiao also frowned slightly, clearly dissatisfied with the condition.

"Then you can look for other people. If the Mu family intervenes, your store's shares will at least be divided in half, right?"

"Even if you find other hunters, it will probably be several days before the procedures are completed and that monster boar is disposed of. The losses at the slaughterhouse during those days will likely be greater than the bounty."

"Either you offer a 500,000 yuan reward, or you give me 30% of the shares."

Chen Qing leaned back in his chair with an air of nonchalance. To be honest, he wasn't interested in the shares of the hot pot restaurant; he was more interested in the people.

"How could you... how could you be like this!" Ai Tutu seemed to be meeting Chen Qing for the first time, her pretty face flushed with anger, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Meanwhile, Mu Nujiao, standing to the side, was lost in thought.

Looking at the two stunningly beautiful women with such different styles in front of him, Chen Qing had no intention of softening his heart.

"I...I agree."

Just as Ai Tutu and Chen Qing were staring at each other, Mu Nujiao slowly spoke.

Chen Qing is absolutely right. If he were to seek help from the Mu family, her 50% stake would definitely be forcibly taken away.

If she went to find other hunters, it would take even longer. The slaughterhouse was losing hundreds of thousands every day, and she simply couldn't afford to wait.

"Sister Mu, why should this big bastard get away with this! We can always find another hunting ground. Isn't there a Qingtian Hunting Ground next door? Let's go find them."

Ai Tutu looked at Mu Nujiao in disbelief, and seeing her somewhat helpless expression, she felt a pang of heartache and grievance.

"Oh, the Qingtian Hunting Grounds next door are closed for the next couple of days and aren't accepting bounty missions for the time being. You can go and check it out if you don't believe me."

Chen Qing replied calmly.

Ai Tutu stared at him with her beautiful, round eyes, her little tiger teeth grinding together as if she were about to pounce on him and bite him.

"You big bad guy, you big bastard, you're not even a man!"

Chen Qing raised an eyebrow, teasingly saying, "Isn't it obvious whether I'm a man or not? What, you want to try?"

Upon hearing his words, Ai Tutu seemed to realize something, and her pretty face turned even redder.

"Pah! You filthy scoundrel!"

"Alright, alright, I don't have time for you. You're just playing house here. Since you've agreed, let's sign the contract and go check out the slaughterhouse."

Chen Qing waved his hand, got up and went to the counter to print two copies of the contract.

Mu Nujiao signed her name without the slightest hesitation.

Looking at Mu Nujiao's remaining 20% ​​stake, Ai Tutu glared at Chen Qing, then said to Mu Nujiao:

"Sister Mu, when we get back, I'll give you 20% of the shares. We have to keep this big jerk under our thumb!"

"Sister Mu, please don't refuse. You know I don't lack money at all."

When Ai Tutu saw that Mu Nujiao wanted to refuse, she immediately shut her up.

"Alright, we at Glory Hunters will take this bounty." Chen Qing put away the contract and was about to go to the backyard to call Dunshan when the gate of the Hunters' Club was pushed open.

Hua Mulan looked at the two beautiful women, one big and one small, in the living room. Although she was a little surprised, she didn't ask any questions.

Then she looked at Chen Qing and a faint smile appeared on her face: "Xiao Qing, I heard there's a 'Pretty Girl Hot Pot' near Mingzhu University that tastes really good. Why don't we go and try it?"

Chen Qing: ...

With Mulan around, the demonic pig didn't even grunt; it just tilted its head and died.

Inside the "Pretty Girl Hot Pot" restaurant, four people sat in a private room, enjoying their meal in front of a hot pot bubbling with red oil.

To be precise, Chen Qing was enjoying his meal, Hua Mulan was serving him food, and Mu Nujiao and Ai Tutu were sizing up the two of them.

This afternoon, the two of them went to the slaughterhouse with her. Mulan simply raised her finger, and the wicked monster pig fell straight to the ground.

I learned from Chen Qing that their Glory Hunter's Guild only had one high-level mage, and that mage was a defensive mage.

Then the person in front of you must be a high-level mage.

Looking at Mulan's face, which was only a few years older than theirs, Mu Nujiao felt a surge of powerless frustration.