Douluo V: Daily Intelligence - I Want All of Tang San's Opportunities

Ten thousand gold soul coins?

Upon hearing this number, Tang San's heart couldn't help but tremble twice.

Before his identity was exposed, he could receive a subsidy of one gold coin from the Spirit Hall every month.

After his identity was exposed, he lost even this last source of income.

Ten thousand gold soul coins was an astronomical sum for him.

In an instant, his last bit of dissatisfaction with Su Yuntao vanished completely.

He waved his hands repeatedly, his tone more urgent than before: "Brother Su, you've helped me several times before, and I haven't even had a chance to properly thank you. How could I possibly take your money? Besides, hidden arrows are relatively low-grade among concealed weapons. The fact that your family's craftsmen were able to replicate them shows their skill. If I took your money, what would I be? Don't mention this matter again."

Su Yuntao noticed that Tang San's gaze and tone had become more sincere, unlike before when he was just being polite.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He had used Tang San as a stepping stone to advance because he had no other choice at the time.

But things are different now. He can bet on both the Heaven Dou Empire and the Spirit Hall, so how could he possibly overlook Tang San's connection?

For a protagonist destined for greatness like this, offending them for a one-time gain is definitely not as profitable as slowly reaping the rewards.

More importantly, who knows if Haotian Douluo was secretly following Tang San at this time?

Even for the sake of his own life, he couldn't afford to completely offend Tang San.

Fortunately, he has achieved his goal.

As for the ten thousand gold soul coins, he could take them out immediately.

The reason he told Tang San that he would pay him after the Barak Kingdom paid was simply to pretend to be poor in front of Tang San and make his previous words seem more believable.

Of course, he wouldn't hold back those ten thousand gold soul coins. Tang San might not want that money, but he couldn't refuse to give it to him.

Problems that can be solved with money are not problems.

Su Yuntao smiled and didn't insist further, simply saying, "Alright, let's put this matter behind us then."

The two continued walking along the valley path, and after about a hundred steps, the factory buildings in front of them gradually became clear.

Tang San stood on a slightly higher slope and looked up. His steps slowed down unconsciously. The scale of this forging workshop was much larger than he had expected. There were more than a dozen workshops within his field of vision, and he could vaguely see signs of expansion further in. When he entered the workshop, a group of people came out to greet him.

Leading the group were several elderly craftsmen wearing aprons, followed by a dozen or so young apprentices. When they saw Tang San, their faces were filled with barely suppressed enthusiasm.

The old craftsman at the front bowed to Tang San, his tone very polite:

"You must be Teacher Tang San! We've heard you were coming, and today we're finally able to meet you!"

The people around him echoed:

"We've been studying that hidden weapon you made recently; its structure is ingenious!"

Some people on the sidelines kept exclaiming in amazement:

"To be able to make something like this at such a young age, that's genius!"

Tang San was surrounded, and a rare look of helplessness appeared on his face.

Su Yuntao stood to the side watching this scene, a slight smile playing on his lips. His brother was indeed reliable, and the results were truly impressive.

Tang San was surrounded by a group of people as he walked in, being asked all sorts of questions along the way. He answered them all, but Su Yuntao clearly noticed that he didn't seem to mind at all. On the contrary, his eyes kept scanning back and forth between the layout and tools in the workshop, clearly showing great interest in the setup.

Su Yuntao seized the opportunity, clapped his hands, and drew everyone's attention.

He stood next to a worktable, his voice not loud but loud enough for everyone present to hear:

"My elder brother should have told you that I've become a viscount of King Barak, right? The reason I'm returning to the family this time is to bring a group of people with me to the Kingdom of Barak."

The crowd quieted down and all eyes fell on him.

He continued:

"You are all elders of our Su family, and I naturally trust your loyalty. If possible, I hope you can all go to the Kingdom of Barak to help me, but since it is a long journey, I cannot ignore your actual situation. Therefore, my elder brother and I have discussed the selection of people to go this time, and the blacksmith team will be fifty people for now."

When this number was mentioned, the people around didn't react much.

Fifty people, among the two hundred or so craftsmen in the Baron's mansion, is neither a large nor a small number; they still have a lot of room to maneuver.

The atmosphere in the room truly changed only after Su Yuntao uttered his next sentence:

"Since we've sent you to a distant land, we can't skimp on your compensation. I plan to double the amount you'll receive in the Viscount's territory compared to the Baron's."

"The improvement is unbelievable!"

Suddenly, a low murmur arose from the crowd, and some of the older men who had insisted on not leaving the baronial territory began to stir with excitement.

I'm not used to living far from home, but if the money is right, it doesn't seem like something I can't consider.

Su Yuntao continued without pausing:

"Of course, if everyone is treated the same, it would be unfair to those who are outstanding. Viscounts have the power to bestow titles, so I plan to reserve a title for you. Whoever can achieve results that satisfy me will have that title."

These words caused a moment of silence, then the room erupted in a frenzy.

A lord, though the lowest rank of nobility, is still a rank, something they, who came from artisan backgrounds, would never dare to dream of in their entire lives.

Someone excitedly pushed forward half a step, their voice filled with obvious urgency:

"Second Young Master, I'll sign up for the Barak Kingdom right now!"

Some people, on the other hand, played the emotional card:

"Second Young Master, I've watched you grow up, you must choose me!"

Su Yuntao looked at the anxious crowd and smiled faintly:

"The reason we invited you to the Kingdom of Barak is to have you do some work, so who gets to go will naturally depend on your strength."