Chapter 134 – What's a Little Bloodshed? (Part Two)

Zhang Le’s chubby face was twitching uncontrollably.

Those equipment pieces were his newly acquired machines that he had secretly brought out. Many of the items being smashed today were outdated devices scheduled for disposal. Since this was supposed to be free sponsorship, he wanted to minimize his losses. But who would have thought they’d need additional shots?

“Miss Ye, look—you’ve already disrupted my business for three days. If we need more shots, how much longer will this take? I didn’t even charge you the forty thousand for compensation, but continuing like this will exceed that amount. My equipment is top-grade, each piece worth over ten thousand…”

Zhang Le started spouting nonsense again, exaggerating how valuable his items were and how much loss Ye Yunxi had caused him. He casually threw out a new figure—eighty thousand—who knows how he calculated that number.

Ye Yunxi let out a cold laugh, the smile at the corners of her mouth growing increasingly icy.

At least keep your lies somewhat believable, old man!

You’re blowing things so out of proportion you might as well be in another galaxy—aren’t you afraid you’ll throw out your back with all that exaggeration?

Eighty thousand?

How shameless!

Even if you added up all those items plus the lost business revenue, it wouldn’t reach forty thousand—thirty thousand at most. How dare you ask for eighty thousand!

Absolutely ridiculous.

Does he really think I’m a fool?

Ye Yunxi smiled: “Boss Zhang, as we discussed, with the Young Emperor’s promotion, forget eighty thousand—even if you just put up a rope in your fire escape and charged for photos, you could earn that much.”

If he wants to spin tales, she could play along. This fat Zhang was trying to fool her, and she’d keep stringing him along—let’s see who outsmarts whom!

“R-really that much?”

Zhang Le took the bait but still seemed somewhat doubtful.

“The Young Emperor’s popularity far surpasses any entertainment celebrity, doesn’t it?”

“Well, that’s true.”

Zhang Le nodded.

There could be countless A-list celebrities, but there was only one Di Junxie.

“We can even include your venue’s name and address. Boss Zhang, what’s mere eighty thousand? Once this airs, you’ll make a fortune! You can’t catch a wolf without risking your child, and without sacrificing some equipment, how will you earn big money?”

Ye Yunxi prided herself on her persuasive skills—after all, certain special missions required her to be silver-tongued and convincingly deceptive.

Sure enough, Fat Zhang took the bait, his eyes turning into dollar signs as he nodded repeatedly.

Ye Yunxi smiled meaningfully and patted Fat Zhang’s shoulder: “Manager Zhang, just wait for your windfall!”

Fat Zhang grew excited, his face squeezing into a grin so wide his eyes disappeared into the folds of flesh.

“Alright then, smash away! I support your smashing!”

“Got any other hidden treasures? Bring them all out!”

“Right away, Miss Ye! I’ll fetch everything!”

Watching Fat Zhang scamper off eagerly, Ye Yunxi smiled and prepared to leave.

[Emmm, Host, aren’t you being a bit too harsh?]

The System couldn’t help feeling somewhat sympathetic—it thought this fat guy seemed rather pitiful.

“What would be ‘not too harsh’? Me obediently paying him eighty thousand?”

The System hesitated. Well, no—eighty thousand was clearly an outrageous demand, and it didn’t want its Host to suffer losses either.

[But…]”No buts.” Ye Yunxi cut him off decisively: “Right now we’re only losing money. If this were a mission, your moment of softheartedness might cost you your own life—that would be one thing—but what about the carefully laid plans? What about the efforts of thousands of people? What about the personal safety of hundreds of millions?”

Besides, would this Pangzi really suffer by following her? Impossible!

(End of Chapter)