"What? One hundred and three hundred and eighteen thousand? So much?" Xiao Fan stared at the figure given by the man with golden glasses and widened his eyes in surprise.

The hardest and most tiring migrant worker on the construction site has a salary of only more than 100 yuan a day. Even a senior white-collar worker sitting in the office or even a Class A trader in a top securities firm has a salary of about 50,000 yuan a month. The monster he killed for a day is worth 1.38 million. Can it not surprise me!

"Mr. Xiao Fan, this is just the beginning. With your qualifications, you will sooner or later become a super warrior. As long as you cooperate with our alliance, the banknotes will come rolling in." The man with golden silk glasses smiled and placed a stack of brand new RMB in front of Xiao Fan, put away the monster materials, stood up and prepared to leave.

"Mr. Xiao Fan is so happy to work with you. I hope that the materials you get from hunting monsters next time can be sold to our Union Alliance." The man with gold-rimmed glasses stretched out his hand and shook hands with Xiao Fan and said goodbye.

"Ms. Lei Li, goodbye, thank you for your care." The man in a straight suit, wearing a straight suit, bent down gentlemanly, kissed Lei Li's back of his hand, and turned around and left.

"Bang!"

Xiao Fan realized that Zhang had never seen so much money before. Although the martial arts school gave him a monthly salary of 200,000 yuan, he had not seen the money yet. The house and furniture were bought by the martial arts school property. Their family is still very poor now. However, with the money in front of him, Xiao Fan is no longer the poor boy he used to be, but a millionaire.

"What's wrong? Is it wrong?" Lei Li sent away the man with golden silk glasses, turned around and saw Xiao Fan standing in front of the sofa, stunned, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Haha, no." Xiao Fan sat down and looked at the folded pink banknotes in front of him, feeling infinite emotion in his heart. This is the difference between ordinary people and martial arts warriors.

Ordinary people work hard all their lives and can’t make so much money even if they save money. Martial arts warriors only need to go to the wilderness area and have a lot of money coming.

"Martial arts warriors really make money!" Xiao Fan said with a smile.

"What's this little money? Do you know which warriors make a lot of money to slay dragons? The value of a ground dragon is about one billion." Lei Li picked up the coffee and stirred it, took a few sips.

"Billion?"

Xiao Fan was stunned. What does one billion mean for ordinary people? I am afraid that people who have not really come into contact with that level can only feel the hugeness of numbers, but cannot feel the power behind them.

"So what about the value of the Black Winged Dragon?"

That day, the shadow as huge as a dark cloud appeared at the altitude of the bell and drum tower in Chang'an District, with the cold eyes. Xiao Fan still felt a palpitations when he thought about it.

"The value of the flying dragon is immeasurable, and I don't know its true value. In the world, the martial arts warriors who can kill the flying dragon can count with one hand. Such a strong man will not kill the flying dragon for money. The value of the flying dragon is not something that money can measure." Shaking his head, Lei Li sighed, that level was something he longed for and out of reach.

"Is the dragon really that magical?" Xiao Fan murmured to himself. For Chinese people, dragons are mysterious and powerful, and are like gods.

Dragon is a Chinese racial totem, with a mysterious origin and no one can explain it clearly.

All Chinese people regard themselves as the descendants of the dragon and are proud of the descendants of the dragon. But they don’t know what the dragon is, where the dragon comes from, and why are we the descendants of the dragon?

"Teacher, we should have half of the money each!" Xiao Fan thought for a while and pushed half of it to Lei Li.

"Xiao Fan, you killed those monsters by yourself, please take them all. This time the teacher really wants to thank you. You have done enough for me. If you need my help, just say it." Lei Li lowered her head and said in a low voice.

Xiao Fan knew that Lei Li would not ask for the money. When he came back from the hospital, he thought a lot and showed the weak side of the girl when the teacher in the wilderness area was injured. However, when he returned to the city, everything went back to the starting point, and that thought could only be regarded as a memory.

"Then I'll leave." After thinking about it, Xiao Fan stood up and walked towards the door.

"Your identity is already a martial arts warrior. There are still half a year before the martial arts conference. What are you going to do during this period?" Lei Li stood up and asked.

"The martial arts center arranges to go out with the team to experience it, and set off in a month." Xiao Fan stood at the door without looking back, his fists clenched.

"Then~~~Congratulations on moving to a new home. Be careful when going out for training, be careful, take care of yourself, and take care of yourself." Lei Li bit her lip and whispered.

"I know, teacher, you are the same." After Xiao Fan said that, he quickly walked towards the door.

Men should not be indecisive.

"Bang!"

When the door closed, Lei Li's body shook slightly, and the coffee cup in her hand fell to the ground. Her tight body trembled slightly, and she collapsed on the sofa.

Everything will come to the beginning, and that ambiguity can only become a beautiful encounter on the road of life.

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In a community in the southern suburbs of Chang'an District.

Zhao Guodong, wearing a white rest suit, narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the TV, his face looking extremely ugly.

"Damn it, that poor boy actually became a martial arts warrior. How is this possible?" With a low growl, the teacup in Zhao Guodong's hand hit the TV, making a loud bang, and a stream of black smoke rose, crackling and messing around.

"Young master, what happened?" The servant who rushed in quickly heard the sound was shocked when he saw this scene and stuttered.

"It's nothing, clean up!" With a cold face, Zhao Guodong stood up and walked out.

When Zhao Guodong started the car, he called while driving: "Uncle San, something is wrong. That poor boy has become a martial arts warrior. He is very likely to sue us!"

"I really didn't expect that poor boy was so lucky. He didn't kill him in prison. Instead, he became a martial arts warrior. This time our Zhao family was defeated." Zhao Guodong's third uncle, the person in charge of the Changtian International Project, and the best one on the southern suburbs of Chang'an District.

Whether it is black and white, Zhao Facai has to give face. However, this time it was considered a failure. Because it was seized by the quality inspection department with unqualified steel bars, a piece of steel worth millions was lost. The worst thing was that the construction qualification of Changtian International Project was cancelled.

Compared to these, it is just a matter of money and is nothing to the Zhao family, but murder is a serious crime. With the Zhao family's status in the southern suburbs of Chang'an District, even if they kill people, they can cover up.

But if the person he was going to kill was a martial arts warrior, then things would not be that simple.

Zhao Guodong drove to a KTV in the center of Chang'an District. In the private room, Zhao Facai was drinking heavily, his face full of anger and had nowhere to vent his anger.

"Uncle San, I'm afraid I'm going to have an uncle this time. If we have such a big basket, I will definitely curse people." Zhao Guodong walked in, sat on the sofa, and said with a frustrated face.

"Swearing is a trivial matter. Xiao Fan, that poor man, joined the Jingwu Martial Arts Hall. Even if the eldest brother comes in person, the kid may not agree. Maybe some of us will go to jail." Zhao Facai was a stumbling blocker and was very familiar with the law. Naturally, he knew what a serious crime it was to murder a martial arts warrior.

"It won't be so serious, even my uncle can't handle it?" Zhao Guodong was slightly stunned.

"You don't understand these things yet. Let me make the decision!" Zhao Facai took a sip of wine, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.

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"With this money, I don't worry about the family having no pocket money anymore." Xiao Fan happily patted the banknotes in his hand.

"Dingling!"

As soon as he entered the house, the phone rang. It was the instructor Hongbo who called him, saying that Zhao Fabiao from Shangwu Martial Arts Hall invited them to dinner and talked about some things.

Xiao Fan was a little surprised. He didn't seem to know Zhao Fabiao. When he mentioned Zhao, he suddenly thought of someone: "Zhao Guodong, it's time to settle the score with that kid."

Thinking of this, Xiao Fan understood what was going on, changed his clothes and went to the round with Instructor Hongbo, wanting to hear their opinions.

"Xiao Fan, you have just entered the ranks of martial arts warriors. It is best to make less enemies. It is not good for you. Since the other party wants to call you and have a martial arts warrior from Shangwu Martial Arts Hall, it is best to settle it privately and save trouble." Hongbo said.

"Besides, you are just starting out and still need money. The income of martial arts warriors is amazing, but the cost is also very large. When you buy equipment and weapons, you will know that the little money given by the martial arts center is far from enough." Hongbo said earnestly.

Martial arts warriors are a powerful weapon for humans to fight against monsters. Martial arts halls do not want friction between martial arts warriors, or even kill each other.

Martial arts warriors are the wealth of mankind.

"Brother Hong, you don't know how excessive that kid is. It would be fine if he beat me. His eldest is my dad, and the most annoying thing is that he still wants to kill me. If it weren't for good luck, I would have died long ago." Xiao Fan glared at his eyes, and he almost died of his life in prison, and he felt angry.

"But I'll give Brother Hong a face and let him accompany him some money."

Hongbo and Lei Li are both Xiao Fan’s enlightenment teachers, and the martial arts school does not want them. The relationship between them is awkward. After all, Zhao Fabiao still has some connections in Shangwu Martial Arts School.

"Okay." Hongbo nodded.

After discussion, Hongbo suggested that Xiao Fan ask Zhao Guodong for 10 million yuan, and he wanted too little, and he couldn't get over the face of the martial arts school. It was involved in the two major martial arts school, so things were not that simple.

Xiao Fan was surprised that 10 million is not a small amount. For him, it was really a huge fortune.

"What's this? When you become a heavenly warrior in the future, you will know that money is just a number, and strength is the most important thing." Hongbo said with a smile when he saw Xiao Fan's surprised look.

Although Xiao Fan has only been in the martial arts hall for a few days, he still has a lot of experience. He has dealt with money these days.
Chapter completed!