The Fourth Financial Crisis

It’s really tiring to deal with fellow practitioners.

Although Chen Ping didn't have any ill intentions towards him, and even asked for help from him, after all, he had the ability to kill himself casually. Yang Lu must always be vigilant and actively control the rhythm of the conversation to prevent the other party from trapping him.

He hadn't had a good night's sleep in two months. After the battle of wits and courage, he almost fell back to sleep.

Hearing the slight snoring coming from the back room, Murong Momo picked up Yang Lu's clean clothes and neatly folded them on his bedside. After doing all this, the girl also found a corner to curl up. Youyou sighed.

As an ordinary newspaper seller in Haiya City, there is really not much she can do for Mr. Yang. I'm afraid that only if I test my spiritual root qualifications at the Immortal Ascension Conference in two months' time will I be qualified to help a capable person like Mr. Yang!

If I can become a cultivator who can fly to the sky and escape from the earth, and if there are still people who dare to threaten Mr. Yang to do something, I can be like the cultivators of the Wuliang Sword Sect that I have seen before, and can kill hundreds of enemies with a single squeeze of the sword with both hands. Steps away...

While thinking wildly, a wave of sleepiness came over her. The girl yawned and fell asleep.

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After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Yang Lu woke up in a daze.

He touched it casually and touched a soft body. He was so frightened that he hurriedly opened his eyes, only to find that Murong suddenly appeared at the head of his bed without knowing when, staring directly at him.

With a casual touch, he actually hugged Murong Yingying's soft waist.

Seeing how Murong's little face turned red from holding back but didn't dare to scream, Yang Lu shrank his hands in embarrassment: "Why did you stand here so silently that I didn't even notice!"

"I...I brought clothes for you!" Murong pointed at the clothes on Yang Lu's bedside and found an excuse for himself.

Looking at the clothes that were neatly folded and smelling of fragrance, Yang Lu couldn't help but give her a thumbs up: Even though Murong is just a newspaper seller, this housework is so heart-warming!

Taking the clothes from Murong casually, Yang Lu smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work. What time is it now?"

"It's almost noon!"

Yang Lu stretched out and said, "I slept really well. I wonder how the Qingning Chamber of Commerce staff dormitory compares to Haiya Pavilion? I happen to be in good condition now. Let's go explore that mysterious place later." Qingning Chamber of Commerce! "

Murong pointed at his little face and said in surprise: "Should I go too?"

Looking at Murong's charming expression, Yang Lu couldn't help but touched her little head: "Since the Qingning Chamber of Commerce is so short of people, I will see if I can help you arrange a job. If you continue to work on the street It's hard to sell newspapers without being retaliated by the man named Zhu yesterday. That guy seems quite smart, but he is obviously not a broad-minded person, so I really don't feel at ease."

Yang Lu's tone was very confident. If he was unaware, he might have thought that the Qingning Chamber of Commerce was his own property.

Although Murong had already established full trust in Yang Lu, just like an ordinary high school graduate who heard that he was going to a top investment bank for an interview, and suddenly learned that he was also going to the Qingning Chamber of Commerce to find a job, Murong was inevitably a little frightened.

In an awkward tone, she pinched the corner of her clothes and said, "Mr. Yang, are you kidding me? The Qingning Chamber of Commerce is also a big chamber of commerce in Haiya City. I know nothing but selling newspapers. How can I be in the Qingning Chamber of Commerce?" Got a job?"

Yang Lu waved his hand casually and said with a heroic tone: "It depends on who recommended you. With me, Yang Lu, it is not difficult to arrange for one person to go in, even if ten people are arranged to go in!"

What he said was really not nonsense.

After all, "Haiya City Yang Lu" once personally lived in the homeless shelter of the Qingning Chamber of Commerce for two months, and in order to change his destiny, Yang Lu has also collected massive amounts of intelligence on the major forces in Haiya City these days. He has already seen clearly the internal and external troubles faced by the Ning Chamber of Commerce. As long as the other party is willing to give him a chance to show off, he has enough confidence to convince the other party!

What's more, behind him is Chen Ping, a genuine cultivator. How can other ordinary job seekers have such a background?

This is equivalent to taking the financial resources of a top buyer with you when you go to a top investment bank for an interview. It's like cheating.

Confidence often comes from adequate preparation. After getting dressed, Yang Lu led Murong and walked out of the Haiya Pavilion in high spirits. But before he could step out of the door, the two of them were stopped.

"Two distinguished guests, please stay!"

The man who stretched out his hand to stop him seemed familiar to Yang Lu. After recalling it for a while, he found that this man was the service staff of Haiya Pavilion who was responsible for entertaining him yesterday. Judging from the smiling face of the other party, it seemed that he was not deliberately looking for trouble.

Seeing Yang Lu's suspicious look, the Haiya Pavilion service staff pointed to the door and explained: "I'm really sorry, the immortal master of the Haiya Sect is clearing the snow on the road, and no one else is allowed to go out for the time being, so as not to injure themselves. You cause unnecessary harm.”

The Haiya Sect is a third-rate cultivation sect in Zhongzhou with Haiya City as its base. The contemporary leader of the Haiya Sect, Jiang Hua'an, also serves as the Lord of Haiya City and is considered the highest administrator of the Haiya City area.

Not only that, with the cultivation of the third level of Jindan, Jiang Hua'an is also the well-deserved number one expert in the entire Haiya City. Even Lu Anping, the special trade representative of the Wuliang Sword Sect who is responsible for collecting tariffs, and Xu Yannan, the monetary policy observer of the Lingshi Reserve Bank, usually They all need to give City Lord Jiang some respect.

As the most high-end inn in Haiya City, the gate of Haiya Pavilion is facing Pinghai Avenue, the broadest and most prosperous main road in the city.

Looking in the direction of the service staff's finger, Yang Lu found that the entire street had become empty, even more deserted than last night. And at the end of this straight street, stood a man wearing a blue and purple sea. A young monk in cliff sect robes.

The world of Jiuzhou cultivation is very hierarchical, and the clothing of monks in the Qi refining stage, foundation building stage, and golden elixir stage of each sect is strictly distinguished.

Yang Lu had seen many Haiya Sect monks from a distance, and he was no stranger to the differences in this kind of clothing. From the simple and simple clothing style of this young man, Yang Lu could tell that this was an ordinary Qi Refiner. Disciple.

I saw this Haiya Sect disciple activating his spiritual energy and using the Immortal Technique [Lion's Roar] to say loudly: "Haiya Sect's Immortal Master clears the snow on the road, and the rest of the people should get out of the way immediately, otherwise we will not be responsible for the consequences!"

The voice was like a bell, echoing endlessly in the cold streets.

The Haiya Sect monk shouted three times in a row to make sure that there were no more people waiting to stop on both sides of Pinghai Avenue. Then he took a deep breath, stretched out his right hand and raised it forward, and shouted loudly:

"Open it for me!"

As the mysterious light blue light flashed, the more than three inches of snow on the entire road seemed to be cut from the center by an invisible sharp blade, and then slowly pushed to both sides by some invisible force.

In just a few seconds, this main traffic road, which was nearly one kilometer long, was completely cleaned up by magic.

The cleared snow looked like handicrafts made by patients with late-stage obsessive-compulsive disorder. It was neatly placed on both sides of the road, forming two large snowdrifts several feet high.