Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

The next day, Xie Mingchun arrived at Shura Arena early in the morning, and the waiter came to report that Ling'er and Wan Qiyuan had arrived at the sixth floor.

He went to meet the people without stopping, but he saw the two of them. It turned out that the others had gone to their own activities today and did not follow. Especially since Bai Yu was invited away by Xie Mingdong early in the morning. So the only ones who appeared in the arena were Wan Qiyuan and Fu Ling'er. The three of them made eye contact, and then Xie Mingchun greeted them warmly as if he was seeing a moving gold ingot.

Xie Mingchun was naturally happy to know that they were here to blow up the place again today. He must have made more money from the sixth floor today than the previous two days.

Thinking of this, Xie Mingchun summoned the envoy who came up with the idea that day and asked him to promote it again.

"Steward Tong, just don't worry. The registration office told me early in the morning that the two madmen are here again. I know how to do it. Just watch, Steward Tong. Go ahead and do it now. Today will definitely be a busy day again." ”

"Yeah. That's good, go quickly." Xie Mingchun sent the waiter away, and he walked around the sixth floor again. After making sure that everything was as usual, he went to the first floor to find Yang Zhifang.

I'm afraid only Deputy Field Manager Yang knows about Mr. An, so he has to make some insinuations, hoping to find out something.

Walking to the study door, Xie Mingchun knocked on the door.

"Come in," Yang Zhifang's voice came out.

"Deputy owner, what a great event. My basement level 6 is full again today. I'm sure I can make a lot of money today." Xie Mingchun's cheerful opening remarks successfully made Yang Zhifang raise his eyebrows slightly and unconsciously raise his mouth. The smile appeared.

"Oh? What a happy event? Could it be that the two madmen from that day showed up again?"

"That's right, the deputy field manager really got it right," Xie Mingchun sat down at the desk and said with a flattering look on his face,

"It's the deputy master who knows everything. The deputy master said that day that the madman would come again, but he didn't expect it to come true today. We deserve to make money in the arena."

"Hahaha, really? Those are two cornucopias! I didn't expect that they would actually come. It's a pity that Mr. An didn't come today, otherwise he would be very happy."

Xie Mingchun's heart froze, good fellow, Yang Zhifang shook Mr. An out before he could say anything, so he would be embarrassed if he didn't climb along the pole.

"Yes. If Mr. An is here, he will definitely be happy. You know that more than one billion yuan will be recorded in this day. Which owner is not happy? Well, Mr. An and the deputy owner have not seen him for a long time. Isn't he very busy in the fighting field? What a pity. I still want to admire Mr. An's performance. I heard that Mr. An's record of defeating more than 100 people is still talked about. Oh my! I'm envious," Xie Mingchun said with admiration on his face.

"That's because when the fighting arena was just established, the fanatics from the North District naturally swarmed in like vampires who smelled fresh blood. Mr. An held a thunder sword and fought hard for three days and three nights, and finally defeated the North District. The madmen cleaned it up, and the whole street was dyed red with blood. Mr. An stood in the sea of ​​​​blood, like a Shura, and the arena got its name from this. After that, Mr. An became the confidence of the Shura Arena, and there was no hope for him anymore. People dare to come to the fighting arena to seek bad luck.”

"Wow, I didn't expect Mr. An to be so brave. He is a role model for us to learn from. I really want to meet him. Hey, deputy master, when will Mr. An come to the fighting arena?"

"It's hard to say. He came here for a while the day before yesterday, inspected once, and left again."

"Then did he say when he would come back? Hey, it would be great if I knew where Mr. An lives. I also want to come and ask for advice in person. He should be very approachable, right?" Xie Mingchun's eyes showed a timely expression. Regret, a look of regret for not seeing Mr. An. Like a complete fanboy who feels disappointed when he can't meet his idol.

"Hey, don't be disappointed. Mr. An lives not far away. He will come again when he has time. I will inform you to meet Mr. An at that time," Yang Zhifang agreed generously. Why don't you want to see Mr. An's style? ? Simple.

"Really? Thank you so much to the deputy manager. This little Kara can see Mr. An, and I wake up laughing when I fall asleep, hehehe!" Xie Mingchun was so happy that he danced and looked at Yang Zhifang eagerly.

Yang Zhifang was amused by Xie Mingchun's pious look, and then burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, you kid, can you still lie to you? Go ahead, take care of today's situation, work hard, and try to make another gold and silver mountain today, and make Mr. An happy later. You will feel more confident when you see Mr. An. ,"

"Okay, thank you, deputy manager, I'll go back right away." Xie Mingchun felt refreshed, with a firm assurance on his face, and then happily returned to the lounge on the sixth floor. He had finally gotten some news. I must talk to Young Master Wanqi and Miss Ling later.

The guests on the sixth floor were still enthusiastic and the shouts were deafening. Just like that day, people placing bets were like crucian carp crossing the river. Looking at the rising amount, Xie Mingchun smiled knowingly.

This high emotion lasted until Fu Ling'er and Wan Qiyuan stopped fighting and strolled down the stage.

The two of them won nineteen games in a row today, four more than that day. This operation directly dumbfounded the gamblers who bought fifteen games to win. It makes those gamblers who buy approximate values ​​even more beating their chests. Most people had already seen that Fu Ling'er and Wan Qiyuan did it on purpose, and they cursed loudly, making noises one after another.

Immediately, the angry crowd was froze by Wan Qiyuan's cold and sharp eyes, and suddenly became as quiet as a chicken.

Xie Mingchun was going to take them to the exchange room on the first floor. While he was upstairs, he told Wan Qiyuan and Fu Ling'er the news he had learned.

"Mr. Wanqi, Miss Ling, I went to inquire about Mr. An's situation before, and I gained a little bit."

"Oh? What should I say? Have you ever found out who Mr. An is?"

"That's not true. I'm afraid that asking too many questions will arouse suspicion. However, I learned from the casual words of the deputy director that Mr. An seems to live not far away. I guess it should be within the scope of the North District. Deputy Director I admire Mr. An so much, and I asked him to meet him when he comes to the battlefield. Do you think there is any chance to do something to confirm the identity of the clone? "

"Well, this is really a bit troublesome. After all, I didn't get the objects on the clone. I only remembered his breath. I have to be there to confirm it in person."

"Let's do it, Ling'er. I'll talk to Uncle Nian when I get back today. Uncle Nian has been running around the city every day and maybe he can find some clues. If not, let's find another way. Now we know that Mr. An is very Maybe he lives in the North District, so it will be a matter of time before he is found.”

"Okay, I'll do as you say. As for Xie Mingchun, if I can see you, just do it normally and don't make any unnecessary moves."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Xie Mingchun sent the two of them off, and he also returned home, preparing to communicate with his father again.