Everyone: Forge The Heavens And Build Barrett At The Beginning

"Oh?" Zhang Yi smiled half-heartedly and said, "Why, that knife didn't disappoint you?"

On the other end of the phone, Inoue Sango's face suddenly froze, and he cursed in his heart. The global live broadcast was so loud, how could he not see it? What does it mean to ask now?

What followed was endless bitterness. I never imagined that the original words came true and the demands were really made on this young man's head.

Even if there were ten thousand people unwilling to give in, Inoue Sango could only listen respectfully, knowing deeply that the lifeblood of Japan was in Zhang Yi's hand.

Even if Inoue Sango is asked to eat shit, he can only do it.

"Mr. Zhang was joking. I was too blind to recognize Taishan. I sincerely apologize." Inoue Sangou said.

"Yeah, I'm very generous. I accept your apology. I'll hang up now if it doesn't matter."

ah?

Inoue Sangou was stunned for a moment, then he trembled and said hurriedly: "Mr. Zhang, look at the drawing..."

"Drawings? What drawings? I have already returned your research funds to you, so of course I haven't produced the drawings." Zhang Yi yawned.

Inoue Sango's face was full of bitterness, and the regret in his heart was even stronger.

At this time, the door opened and a graceful figure walked in.

puff!

Zhang Yi almost spit out nosebleeds when he saw how Luo Jin'er was dressed today.

She was already graceful, tall, and had a curvy figure, but today she was dressed in a maid outfit, and she seemed to be letting herself be manipulated.

Fortunately, Inoue Sango's voice quickly brought Zhang Yi back from his thoughts: "Mr. Zhang can ask for as much funding as he wants. I will try my best to satisfy it. Please give us a chance to compensate."

Zhang Yi sneered and said coldly: "Okay, just do what I said, kowtow all the way from the imperial capital to the devil's capital."

"This...can I exchange for another condition? Can two hundred billion spiritual crystals be okay? Or three hundred billion?" Inoue Sango begged, and his heart was filled with hatred.

I hate why such a genius was not born in their Japanese country, and I even hate the incompetence of domestic designers for allowing a young man from the Dragon Kingdom to solve the problem.

But no matter how resentful he was, Inoue Sangou didn't dare to expose him at all. At this moment, he could only beg for mercy to Zhang Yi.

There is no way, this is the horror of weapons designers.

If there are no results, then that's it. Once there are results, with the drawing in hand, no one can surpass the rules!

"Mr. Zhang, I solemnly request you, no matter what conditions you put forward, please transfer the authority of the drawings to us. Thank you very much!"

Inoue Sango pleaded, with a sincere tone, as if he was about to cry.

At this time, Luo Jin'er held up the tablet and waved it in front of Zhang Yi.

The big title above made Zhang Yi frown.

"The Sun Blade is born!" Who is the real designer? 》

What's the meaning?

Directly ask for drawing permission?

Zhang Yi's thoughts were racing in his mind. In response to this big title, he figured it out in an instant and sneered.

Inoue Sango wanted to transfer this blueprint to him, treating it as research by a weapons designer from their Japanese country.

No matter who it is, it can't be Zhang Yi.

Especially seeing the comments from Japanese netizens in the comment area below made Zhang Yi even more angry, as if he saw a group of monkeys running wild when they succeed.

"Where's Zhang Yi? Why don't you, Zhang Yi, dare to speak out? You're such a coward, and you brazenly said that the [Sun Lun Sword] was his design. It made me laugh to death."

"The people of Longguo are still as shameless as ever. They steal our design achievements openly. How dare a 19-year-old designer dare to produce such excellent works."

"Such a perfect design, such flawless magic patterns, perfectly integrated with the forging materials. Can this be done by a person who has only been famous for a few months? How ridiculous!"

There are countless proud remarks like this.

At present, the Japanese country has not obtained the authority to draw the drawings, but it has become so arrogant. If Inoue Sango is really announced that this drawing is designed by them, and the news is confirmed, they will not jump to the sky?

Seemingly sensing Zhang Yi's annoyance, Luo Jin'er had the self-consciousness of a maid, and gently squeezed his shoulders with her slender fingers.

"Mr. Zhang?"

"Mr. Zhang?"

After getting no reply for a long time, Inoue Sango's heart kept sinking, and he asked again and again: "Can you tell me the number, is it 300 billion, 500 billion, or other conditions? Just say it, as long as you are willing to transfer the rights to the drawings, we will Everyone in the Japanese country is grateful."

"Okay, I really have a condition." Zhang Yi slid the tablet, his eyes getting colder.

Inoue Sango suddenly became happy: "Okay, if you say it, we will definitely do it."

But the next sentence immediately made him freeze.

"Let all of you, Japanese people!"

"Get down on your knees and beg me!"

Zhang Yi speaks every word, every word is like a knife.

"No!" Inoue Sango's face was full of horror. This was simply an impossible condition. It was just for the sake of face and to appease the hearts of the people in the country that he secretly hoped to purchase the permission to purchase the drawings.

However, such harsh conditions are completely unacceptable.

But before he could say anything, a busy tone came from the phone. Inoue Sango looked blankly, and saw that Zhang Yi had hung up the phone.

"He refused?" A calm, majestic voice came from the side.

Inoue Sangou turned around to look, immediately shrank his body, knelt down with all his body on the ground, and said respectfully: "Master Shijian!"

In front of him, there was a middle-aged man with stubble on his face, eyes like daggers, and a long knife hanging from his waist.

"Why are Master Shijian here?" Inoue Sango was frightened, and all kinds of messy thoughts arose.

Then, he said everything about the conversation he just had.

"Hmph!" Shi Jianyilang snorted coldly.

boom!

The nearby glass, porcelain, and water cups all exploded at this moment.

Inoue Sango was even more frightened. Even in the safe zone of Blue Star, such power could be unleashed. The opponent's strength was extremely terrifying.

"You are such an arrogant young man. You are really looking for death. Do you really think that rules mean everything? Rules are created to be broken. Absolute power is the highest rule that will never be broken." Ichiro Shiken glared angrily.

Inoue Sango was stunned and had a terrible guess in his mind.

Indeed, rules are not absolute.

But... breaking the rules requires the soul and blood of God!

In Blue Star today, there are only a few people who have been promoted to the status of gods.

So...Slay God?

Inoue Sango shuddered. He had never dared to think about this. The consequences of killing the gods would be too serious.