Swallowed Star: Drawing Talents

Yang Wu, possessing 10 billion, had the 10 billion activity funds for this year deposited into his account after signing the contract.

However, he was too lazy to take it out; this was a challenge, not a betting match. He treated the 10 billion as his appearance fee.

"Appearance fee? 10 billion!"

Yang Hui was a bit dumbfounded. Even as a mid-level War God, he had to work hard in the wilderness for a year to earn that much money.

And with a little carelessness, he could end up dead in the wilderness.

Now, Yang Wu was asking for 10 billion just as an appearance fee.

"Okay!"

Yang Hui immediately agreed, anyway, this matter had nothing to do with him; he was just a messenger.

"Speaking of which, you came so urgently just for this matter?"

After finishing the business, Yang Wu started chatting with Yang Hui.

"Uh, not really."

"The main thing is that life in the training camp is a bit boring and dull. If you didn't agree to this challenge, wouldn't everyone be very bored?"

Yang Hui waved his hand casually. As he said, the students in the entire elite training camp were all geniuses from various parties, and the competitive pressure between them was high.

The students were all devoted to the boring and dull cultivation.

Someone like Yang Hui, who was slacking off, was basically non-existent among the students, and the few who were were all teachers at the training camp, seemingly just there to retire.

Life in the training camp was boring and dull, the same every day for decades.

Of course, there were also old students challenging new students every year, but those things happened several times a year, and after a while, they became uninteresting.

Only this time, both sides were influential figures.

The collision between them would be more exciting.

"Oh, I see!" Yang Wu pretended to suddenly understand, then pulled Yang Hui towards the martial arts hall on the second floor.

"Teacher Yang, I have a move here, please give me some pointers."

……

The news that Yang Wu agreed to the challenge and proposed a 10 billion appearance fee spread instantly throughout the elite training camp.

Nine Heavens Tower, in the hall on the ninth floor.

At this time, twenty or thirty young men and women were gathered here. When the news came, the entire hall suddenly became lively, and everyone began to discuss.

"Who does he think he is? Asking for a 10 billion appearance fee."

A big-nosed white youth was shouting loudly. Looking at his appearance and listening to his language, it was known that this person was from Russia.

"Hehe, no one is forcing you. You can choose not to challenge!" A youth from China immediately scorned.

"That's right, you're only allowed to challenge, but not allowed to refuse!" Another youth from China echoed.

"The 10 billion appearance fee is clearly to reject the challenge, otherwise who would be so stupid as to accept it."

A tall and thin blond youth beside him couldn't help but say, "A very clever way to refuse."

"If you can't even bear to pay 10 billion, it seems you're not very sincere."

"……"

The hall quickly became noisy, but mainly divided into two attitudes. Of course, there was also a group of wavering people sitting there watching the show.

On the surface, there were only two different statements, but in reality, it was a confrontation between two major factions.

The students in the training camp were all elites from all over the world, and the competitive pressure between the students was extremely high, especially among the top five, the competition was particularly fierce.

Therefore, students from various places began to band together for warmth, and imperceptibly divided the entire training camp into several major factions.

These were the five major country factions from the five major countries, and the base city factions from other base cities, including Hongning base city.

Reginald Gavril, as a rising genius from Russia, had now topped the Black Dragon List for three consecutive months.

Ranking first in the Black Dragon List not only allowed him to obtain more resource allocation, but more importantly, if he could accumulate six first places, he could obtain personal guidance from Hong or Thunder God.

And if he obtained nine first places, he could choose Hong or Thunder God as his teacher and become their personal disciple.

Who wouldn't be envious of this kind of benefit.

Of course, what they were arguing about now was the 10 billion appearance fee issue.

The elite training camp was highly competitive, and mutual challenges had become commonplace. Of course, there were also betting battles with a minimum of 1 billion, but appearance fees were unprecedented.

What's more, 10 billion was not just a simple string of numbers.

Even though these training camp students each received a lot of financial assistance and had bulging wallets.

However, they also needed to buy secret manuals and weapons and equipment for their own cultivation. If they didn't have a sure chance of winning, who would spend 10 billion Chinese currency casually.

Just for a chance to challenge!

However, a piece of news exploded among them. Reginald Gavril actually agreed to the 10 billion Chinese currency appearance fee.

And agreed to challenge at noon tomorrow at Nine Heavens Tower.

……

A quiet courtyard.

Inside and outside the courtyard, including the roadside, window sills, and balconies, were neatly arranged with pots of plants, including trees, flowers, and landscapes…

"Bang…"

The door of the courtyard was pushed open, and a big-nosed white youth walked in indignantly.

"Reginald, what's going on with you, how could you agree to such an unreasonable request."

In the courtyard, a bearded white strong man was using his strong muscles to operate scissors, carefully pruning the excess branches for the bonsai he was carefully tending.

This seemingly contrasting scene looked particularly harmonious.

"Lemontov, this is my private matter, leave it alone."

Reginald said casually, still concentrating on pruning the bonsai.

"Leave it alone?"

Lemontov Saramu was stunned for a moment, then angrily said, "Reginald, don't you know, this is no longer just your problem!"

As one of Reginald's few friends, Lemontov Saramu sincerely didn't want the other party to go down this road to the dark.

"I said, this is just my private matter!" Reginald's smooth-turning scissors paused, and he almost cut the wrong branch.

He put down the scissors, then picked up the towel on the table and wiped his hands.

"You can go, I want to rest!"

Reginald looked at the big-nosed white youth and directly issued an eviction order.

"You…"

"Don't affect my challenge tomorrow!"

"Humph!"

Lemontov pushed the door in indignantly, and slammed the door away indignantly.

He always felt that Reginald was possessed today.

He had to have a chance to challenge.

In fact, this kind of thing is good if you win, everyone is happy.

And if you lose, the 10 billion Chinese currency going down the drain is secondary, the most serious consequence is that you will become a clown because of it.

In the room, under the light.

Reginald took out an old photo from the closet, and he carefully looked at the woman in it.

"Mother…"

He carefully touched the woman's face in the photo with his finger.

"Sorry, I'm going back on my word!"

……