What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

The reception room of the Zhou Clan Chamber of Commerce.

The air conditioning in the room was on full blast, with the vent directly facing the large rosewood desk.

The curtains were half-drawn, and the light shone on the table, giving it a cold glow.

"The blood essence of an alien race at the Thousand-Pound Realm, 1800 credits??"

Ling Shu stood in front of the table, her right index finger tapping heavily on the thick stack of purchasing lists.

She pushed her glasses up and stared intently at Zhou Bin sitting opposite her.

"Vice Principal Zhou, if I remember correctly, last month the Zhou's Chamber of Commerce offered Wuhan University an internal price of 1400. In just thirty days, it has increased by nearly 30%?"

The purchase order crumpled under her fingertips. Ling Shu's chest heaved, her gaze lingering on Zhou Bin.

Zhou Bin leaned back in his chair. He picked up his coffee and took a slow sip.

"Secretary Ling, you need to understand the current situation of the battlefield of the heavens."

Zhou Bin put down his coffee cup and clasped his hands together. His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone was calm:

"In the past two weeks, the activities of the alien races have been frequent, greatly increasing the danger on the battlefield."

"In order to protect this batch of basic supplies, our Zhou Clan Chamber of Commerce lost three Thousand Jun Realm martial artists."

He held up three fingers and waved them in front of Ling Shu.

"The compensation for these three lives, plus the risk fee, has already increased by 30%, which is already giving face to the Lord of the Prefecture."

"If it were any other chamber of commerce, at this price, you probably couldn't even buy the packaging box."

"you……"

Ling Shu took a step forward and placed her hands on the edge of the desk.

"Vice Principal Zhou!"

"You are the head of the Zhou Clan Chamber of Commerce, but first and foremost you are the vice president of Cangyun Martial Arts University."

"These fifty children in this special training program are the hope of our Cangyun Prefecture. Are you trying to raise the price now?"

Zhou Bin's face darkened, and he sneered inwardly.

He recalled the scene in Liu Yunjin's office a few days earlier.

Originally, with Liu Yunjin seriously injured, the position of acting principal was practically his.

But then Xiao Qiong arrived, completely disrupting his plans.

The acting principal is gone.

The special training class needs to purchase supplies, and this special fund comes from the government treasury.

He would be letting down the departed vice-principal if he didn't seize the opportunity to make as much money as possible.

"Secretary Ling, that's too harsh a statement."

Zhou Bin stood up and walked to the window. He had his back to Ling Shu and looked towards Cangyun Martial Arts University.

"The Lord of Cangyun Prefecture knows of my loyalty to Cangyun Prefecture."

"It is precisely because I am the vice-principal that I am responsible for the Chamber of Commerce's profits and losses. If the Chamber of Commerce collapses, who will supply Wuhan University's resources in the future?"

He turned his head. His gaze fell on the metal briefcase that Ling Shu carried with her. Inside were receipts signed by Xiao Qiong.

"Secretary Ling, let me remind you, apart from our Zhou Clan Chamber of Commerce, no one in the entire Cangyun Prefecture can gather the cultivation supplies you need in such a short time."

Zhou Bin remained calm, confident that Ling Shu had no other choice at all.

"..."

Ling Shu clenched her back teeth, feeling a tingling and numb sensation at the roots of her teeth.

She looked down at the list.

Fifty students. Liu Bo, Rong Jing, and Luo Yurou...

Cangyun Prefecture has been at the bottom for far too long.

If we lose again this time, education funding will inevitably be cut again. At that point, Cangyun Prefecture will truly become a wasteland for martial artists.

Ling Shu's fingers tightened on the handle of her briefcase, her knuckles turning white.

"Is it really impossible to lower the price any further?"

Her voice lowered.

Zhou Bin sat back down at his desk. He took out a gold fountain pen and waved it at the signature area of ​​the contract.

"Not only can we not lower the price, but if Secretary Ling doesn't sign now, another university might come to transfer the goods this afternoon. At that point, if you still want to buy, we won't be able to help you."

Ling Shu looked at the contract, her breathing becoming heavy.

The special fund only has 100 million credits. At the current price, the variety of cultivation resources that can be purchased is greatly reduced.

"Originally, these supplies were barely enough for 50 people for 3 months, but now..."

She was mentally calculating her personal savings.

I had no choice but to put all my savings into it.

She reached out her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly. She touched the pen lying quietly on the contract.

Just then.

"boom--!"

The office door slammed shut.

The walls shook, and dust from the ceiling fell into Zhou Bin's coffee.

A gray shadow crashed into the screen at the entrance and shattered it.

"stop!"

Xiao Qiong's voice was like a thunderclap thrown into the room. The glass in the window rattled.

Ling Shu's hand trembled, and the pen almost slipped from her grasp.

She turned her head.

Xiao Qiong had already appeared beside her, giving her no chance to react at all. The pen in her hand had somehow ended up in Xiao Qiong's hand.

"Mansion...Master of the Mansion?"

Zhou Bin jumped up from his chair. He looked at Xiao Qiong.

Xiao Qiong didn't even look at Zhou Bin; he was staring at the contract.

"It wasn't signed, was it? It wasn't signed, was it?!"

Xiao Qiong's voice was urgent.

Ling Shu shook her head blankly: "Not yet... but Vice Principal Zhou said the price will be raised..."

"Damn it!"

Xiao Qiong blurted out a curse.

He snatched the contract, crumpled it into a ball in a few quick movements, and threw it into the wastepaper basket.

"Lord of the Manor, what do you mean by this?"

Zhou Bin's face turned ashen.

He looked at the crumpled paper: "These resources are urgently needed by the special training class. The Zhou Clan Chamber of Commerce also emptied its inventory to provide these resources for the students of our prefecture."

"Without these items, the Cangyun Prefecture competition would have been a particularly humiliating defeat."

"Your Excellency isn't exactly basking in the light either..."

Xiao Qiong ignored Zhou Bin completely, grabbed Ling Shu's hand, turned around and left, leaving Zhou Bin with a face that had turned as red as a pig's liver.

His intense anger made him tremble.

"Someone come here!"

Zhou Bin shouted loudly, then addressed his men who had entered and were waiting for orders.

"Contact the Martial Arts Academy of Nanjiang Prefecture; didn't they order some supplies?"

Tell them our stuff is half price!

"what?"

The waiter waiting at the door was taken aback.

Both Nanjiang Martial Arts University and Cangyun Martial Arts University are among the lowest-ranked martial arts universities in the Twelve Prefectures.

If Nanjiang Wuda could buy these cultivation supplies at half price—

"Huh?"

Zhou Bin, his face grim, squeezed out a sentence, one word at a time, through gritted teeth.

"I want Cangyun Martial Arts University to continue being at the bottom!"

"Then let's see how Liu Yunjin explains himself to the students, and let's see how Xiao Qiong can still be so arrogant!"

"Yes, President."