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He taught one move for the first time, three moves for the second time, five moves for the third time, and seven moves for the fourth time... Ou Chuyang taught Murong Sheng and Qian Junxian the same sixteen moves, and squeezed a total of eight million yuan from them.

This made him sigh: The money of the rich is so easy to make... I got eight million yuan, and I will have to settle for this year's training and next year's tuition. The only thing I worry about is that I have been unable to advance to the swordsman for a long time, and the qualification for the year-end assessment is really a big problem...

There are 32 techniques of grappling fighting that Ou Chuyang learned in total, but he only taught half of Murong Sheng and Qian Junxian. He taught his disciples and killed his master's stupid things. Ou Chuyang would not do it.

...

Days pass by day.

For businessmen, every day when no one comes to the door is a torment. Without customers, there is no business, without business, there is no profit, and without profit, there is a loss.

Store rental, labor, food... every day, it consumes money like flowing water. Every morning, I look forward to improving the situation when I open my eyes, but every day I close my eyes and lie on the bed, I am worried about how much I lost again today...

Gongsun Cheng stood at the door of the shop with his hands behind his back, looking at the endless stream of tourists in the Shengpinxuan swordsman next door, feeling sad. After more than a month, he had a few more white hairs.

Although the reason for the business tragedy was not his, as the shopkeeper invited by the eldest son himself, he felt great pressure. No matter what, if the Jiancai Store failed, he felt that he could not refuse to blame.

Gongsun Cheng made suggestions to Gongsun Yan more than once, hoping that Gongsun Yan would go and persuade Ou Chuyang to join Tiangong Pavilion as soon as possible to solve the current dilemma. But Gongsun Yan was indifferent, as if he had a blind confidence in Ou Chuyang, believing that he would definitely be able to find a way to overcome this difficulty.

The helpers and apprentices in the backyard were also depressed and listless. There was no passenger flow in front, no sales, and the warehouse was filled with melted sword materials. They had nothing to do now, so they could only sit lazily in the backyard, chatting from morning to night.

A middle-aged goatee whispered a sip of dry tobacco and said worriedly: "It's not a big deal to continue like this. In my opinion, the shop will be closed soon. We have to find the next house in advance."

Another helper said, "Oh! Yes, I finally met a good shop and a good owner, but I didn't expect that the engine would be shut down in just two months."

"It's all because of the Shengpinxuan next door. He would rather do a loss-making business than let us live. It's too domineering."

"This is how it is to do business. Since you want to compete, you have to completely lie down your opponent before you can stop."

The goatee knocked the ashes and said tentatively: "Hey, I heard that Shengpinxuan is recruiting smelting apprentices. Should we try it?"

A big man with a naked beard stood up and said angrily: "Bad! The boss is so good to us. Not only can we not help us now, we have to run to the opponent. Are we still considered individuals? You know some bad ideas all day long."

The goatee's face turned red and she said embarrassedly: "This... I just said casually, Tien Niu, don't you need to be so serious..."

The bearded man nicknamed Tie Niu said resolutely: "I don't care what you think. Anyway, I will definitely stand on the side of the boss and stick to the last moment. If it really doesn't work, it's not too late to find another family. However, I definitely won't go to Shengpinxuan."

"I agree! Brother Tie Niu, I will be with you whether to leave or stay!"

...

Gongsun Cheng was sitting in the lobby, carrying a bowl of tea, thinking about ways to improve the status quo.

"There are no ghosts in broad daylight, where are the people?" A group of people rushed in.

Gongsun Cheng was shocked and quickly stood up to greet him. When he saw that the first person was his mortal enemy, Park Jung-chang, his expression changed.

"Mr. Park is here today, what's wrong?"

Park Jung-chang looked around and laughed, "I'm here today, I'm going to do your son a favor. No matter what, I can't help you all my classmates, and I can't stand by the death."

"Oh?" Although Gongsun Cheng knew that Park Jung-chang would not have any kindness, he still politely ordered his friend to serve tea, "Young Master Park has something to do and sit down and talk slowly."

"You don't have to sit anymore. I don't have that much spare time." Park Jung-chang said proudly: "Your Gongsun Jiancai can't continue to drive, so why not give it to me."

Gongsun Cheng's face flashed with anger and said calmly: "I can't make the decision on this matter. Mr. Park should go directly to talk to my master."

Park Jung-chang laughed and said, "Where do I have time to find him? Tell him: If he doesn't want to lose more and more, come and find me before I change my mind."

Yang Manrou said, "Young Master Park has a good intention. You can make a small loss of capital when you change hands as soon as possible. Their Shengpin Xuan Sword and Materials Store will expand the scale of this shop. This will benefit everyone, so why bother to support your life and damage your wealth?"

"If you two, I will tell my son. You will not see him off when you walk slowly." Although Gongsun Cheng was very frustrated, he still politely served tea and saw him off.

"It's rare to come here in person, I'll take a good look." Park Jung-chang raised his hands and walked around, turning around, pointing, "These shelves are too low-grade, and they will all be replaced by then."

Park Jung-chang seemed to be about to take over, and a follower was following him in great cooperation, recording his "rectification opinions" with paper and pen.

Gongsun Cheng could no longer bear it and said, "If there is nothing else, Mr. Park will ask you now, we have to do business."

"What did he say?" Park Jung-chang asked in surprise: "I heard it right, did he say he wants to do business?"

"Hahaha!" A group of uninvited guests laughed unceasingly.

"You... don't bully people too much!" Gongsun Cheng was so angry that he shivered.

"I'm just bullying too much, what's wrong?" Park Jung-chang snorted coldly, "What can you do to me?"

"I haven't been beaten for a few days, I'm itchy, right?" A cold voice sounded at the door. Ou Chuyang and Gongsun Yan walked in and looked at Park Zhengchang and others coldly.

"You...you came just right, I've said what I said to your shopkeeper. Ask him yourself, I'm too lazy to repeat it." Park Jung-chang's arrogance suddenly weakened a little. He was really afraid that Ou Chuyang would fight with him. After being warned by Meng Pingsheng, he would not dare to use his sword. He would only be beaten when he fought with bare hands.

Gongsun Cheng stepped forward and told Ou Chuyang and Gongsun Yan about Park Zhengchang's taking over the shop.

Ou Chuyang looked at Park Jung-chang with a smile, "Do you think you can only eat me with the smelting master Qiu Shaohui?"

"Is this a matter of saying?" Yang Manrou said for Park Jung-chang: "You are a smelter and you can't compare with a smelter master. If you continue to waste like this, no one will benefit. It's better to have a short pain than long pain. You can understand it earlier and it will be good for everyone."

"Have you made a decision long ago? What you said is indeed reasonable." Ou Chuyang nodded and looked at Park Jung-chang, "Do you dare to bet with me?"

"You can bet if you are afraid of you?" Park Jung-chang gritted his teeth and asked, "How do you bet?"
Chapter completed!