The boss only wants to make money and doesn't want to make trouble

Shiba's face darkened in an instant, should it be said that he was the one that man Ma Canghao wanted to invite?All the guys under him looked very villainous. When he thought that he would invite such a terrible person to visit the battle of psychics, he felt that it would be bad.Even with divergent thinking, you can feel that Ma Canghao might want to join forces, invite the president of Wumi Club to visit the psychic battle, and then become his strategic partner from then on, so he must find a way to let the other party see the spirit body .

Based on his good understanding of Ma Cang, the possibility is not low, because he is in charge of the Japanese division and he was sent to see the president of Wu Mi Club. Even a European and American like him has heard of the name of Wu Mi Club. .

This is the richest and most powerful club in Japan. At the beginning, he didn't understand Asakura's practice at all. In his opinion, no matter how powerful human beings are, they are just human beings, which are fundamentally different from psychics. , but when he saw the man with white oak hair, he knew he was wrong.

There are also terrible creatures among human beings. It is definitely not ordinary people who can be the largest capitalist in Japan for a century and stand still.

Thinking of Ma Canghao's demands on their Paqi tribe, Shiba felt a little worried.Speaking of it, there is another point that he has been wanting to complain about, allowing ordinary people to see the spirit body, but Ma Canghao actually let the Paqi tribe figure out a way for themselves, how can this person be so cheap.

The other party's kind of I don't care about the process, I only care about the result. The appearance is superior to his superiors, and he uses the Pachi tribe as his own tools.

Shiba, who was holding the ritual artifact of the clan, took a deep breath, but what can he do?

After all, none of them can beat Ma Canghao.

The five spirit bodies on his body instantly turned into weapons under the killing intent of the other party, and the young man in front of him narrowed his eyes, looking interested, "Ah, I don't know why, but you are really interesting."

As soon as the other party raised his hand, he saw only a piece of ice and snow coming towards him, and the bitter cold wind hit his cheek like a knife in an instant, and Xiba, who jumped back suddenly for a second, only saw Countless snow and ice had already climbed onto his arms. The man in traditional Indian costume threw away the cloak outside, and the whole cloak froze into a piece of ice in an instant.

"stranger?"

Xiba said coldly, "It's just right, let me see the ability of your Wumi Club."

In any case, they still couldn't see the spirit body, no matter what, it was absolutely impossible for him to lose, and Shiba who thought this way was directly blown away.

It was really blown up alive.

He was obviously a psychic, but he was stunned by the hammer. Whether it was the white-oak haired supernatural being or the man next door with his arms crossed, they were all too strong to be true.

It's a conspiracy, a naked conspiracy, Ma Canghao must want to join forces!

Shiba was even more convinced of this.

When he was brought in front of Wu Mi, Xiba's clothes were all in tatters. He was a black and strong priest, and now he looked like he came from a refugee camp. Wu Mi was slightly shocked when he saw it Next, he hypocritically said, "Oh, this person is..."

"It's the guy who calls himself a psychic who came to look for you." Tong Mo said with a smile while holding a fan, "I thought psychics were different, so I tested it a little."

"How can we treat our guests like this." Wu Mi sympathized hypocritically, and then continued to criticize his subordinates hypocritically, "Look at how badly we beat our guests."

Shiba: ...

"I heard that you are a psychic. What's the use of this person who was beaten badly?"

The boss is very curious.

Shiba held back his mouthful of blood, and instead asked a question first, "Do you know Ma Cang?"

"How about Ma Cang...?" Wu Mi was very upset in an instant. Why is he from the Ma Cang family? ?Hello Ma Cang, hey, it seems to be his friend's name, "What does that person look like?"

Shiba thought for a while, "It's a boy with a cloak covering his upper body, two huge earrings on his ears, only 1.6 meters, and looks like a bosozoku."

"I don't know." Hey, his former friend was wearing a white safari suit, with a handsome big yin and yang, and superb taste. How could it be that he was only 1.6 meters long and wore two huge earrings.Thinking of my former friend, Wu Can't help crying for him, don't worry brother, I will never let the Ma Cang family go, you can go there with peace of mind!

really!

Ma Cang, this guy wants to hug the thigh of the Wuyou Club, he is an insidious man who wants to join forces, Xiba will definitely not let this happen, but he is still worried that the president of the Wuyou Club is defrauding him, so he He lowered his voice and said, "Hi Ma Cang, do you really not know this man?"

This is a repeater.

Wu Cang looked unhappy, of course he didn't know any 1.6-meter Ma Cang, but he knew the Ma Cang family, so the boss said coldly, "Is it from the Ma Cang family? If it's this family, I'm right It's not of interest."

Or a family feud.

Shiba regained his energy in an instant, so he, who originally wanted to be passive and sabotage, immediately made the whole thing clear to the social generation of the Wuyou Society, "In this world, apart from the supernatural beings, there is another kind of human beings, which we collectively call For the psychic."

"Such people have the ability to see the soul, and this time we gathered these capable people together just for the Shaman King Contest. Those who win in this competition can get the Shaman King, the Shaman King The king is omniscient and omnipotent, and is the origin of the soul of all things."

Wu Mi was instantly interested when he heard this, his eyes lit up with a swipe, "It's so good."

The boss likes it.

It sounds like a big deal, you can arrange to be a thug, Wu Mi took advantage of the situation and asked, "Then how can I get the Shaman King?"

"The psychic competition is held in the form of teams. As long as the team can win, then the team members themselves can decide who can win."

Wu Mi made arrangements in a second, "Did you hear that? Tong Mo, you can go and participate, and bring this Shaman King back to the boss."

All good things are mine.

Shiba: ...

The messenger of the Pachi tribe quickly explained, "No, only psychics can participate in this event, and the registration is now over."

"Then what do you mean Nima?" Wuyou said ruthlessly, "Is there no special channel?"

Shiba is also very innocent, "But you are not psychics..."

"That's okay, you don't have the rule that you can't participate in the competition unless you are a psychic."

Wu Mi felt that this dog was prevaricating himself, so he didn't intend to accept this statement at all, and he immediately went to the next link, "I have to think about who will be on my side, except for Tong Mo, Dazai Osamu has nothing to do recently Go ahead." Saying it scares you to death, you are a disqualified human who is immune to all abilities, maybe you can be immune to your soul attack or something.

Shiba: ...You are not doing well, are you directly thinking about the contestants?

"Not good." He didn't expect to come here and just explain the psychic competition, and he would be held here and asked to participate in the competition. Be a human being, why do you want to come up with Dazai?

What a child's grind.

Who are those people, and they are really fighting with psychics, what are you kidding, do you think you can win?

"Oh, that's right, we can still produce Chuya from the Central Plains now, oh my god, you guys made money." That's his new double black, it's a big deal, well, playing a psychic feels a bit wasteful.

Shiba:? ? ?

Shiba started to make up excuses, just like everyone wants to prevaricate, he started to make up excuses, "The psychic is very powerful, they are different from ordinary humans."

"Really?" Wu Mi couldn't help but confirm, "Are you sure? You see yourself being beaten quite badly."

Shiba: ...Don't say such things to hurt others, okay!

"I've already thought of the name, and it's called the strongest team of Wuyou Club. Hey, it's such a beautiful name." Wuyou was satisfied, and it sounded full of the temperament of wanting to win the championship. He liked it.

Xiba really fucked me up, and said that I came here to invite you to visit and no one wants to invite you to participate in the competition. Although I feel a little relieved to know that the other party is not from Ma Canghao, but why do you think this guy is better than you? Ma Cang is even more difficult to deal with.

"Okay, then it's decided. By the way, what's your name?"

"Xiba." Xiba came back to his senses in a trance, "No, that..."

He couldn't bear it anymore, and still firmly refused as a priest, "I really can't compete, the psychic is very scary."

Wuyou stared at him blankly, this is really a repeater, the boss asked back with a displeased face, "And then?"

"so……?"

Seeing that the other person's expression was wrong, and the golden fan in Tong Mo's hand behind him opened and closed slightly, Xi Ba was also speechless. He was keenly aware that if he didn't answer well, he probably wouldn't be able to step through the door, so The priest considered the situation wisely, and continued to find excuses to prevaricate the other party.

"That's right, even if you win... the Shaman King will not recognize you."

Wu Mi pondered for a while, then asked back, "Have you asked him about this?"

Shiba: ...how do you ask the Shaman King, but isn't this a matter of course?

He is a psychic king with a great will, can he still choose an ordinary person?Then they hold a woolen psychic contest.

Wu Mi also wondered, is the boss the kind of person who can be perfunctory casually?That must not be the case, so the boss said confidently, "I never asked, how could you come to such a conclusion?"

Shiba: ...

It was well-founded, and I couldn't even refute it in the slightest.

The high priest of the Paqi tribe was suffering. He was really tired. He couldn't fight, and he couldn't win. Life is so difficult. He said casually, "I will apply to the higher-ups."

"It's not an application, it's an achievement."

Wu Mi directly gave the other party a task, and after he finished speaking in a tone of death, he continued to ask curiously, "Okay, if there is nothing else, you can just go and do it quickly Let's start my men's competition, hurry up and don't fish." Shaman King is waiting for him.

"No!"

Shiba came to his senses a little bit, "I have one more thing here..."

"I want to talk to you."

Xiba struggled for a while, whether to hand over the artifact of the Paqi tribe to the other party, but when he thought of Ma Canghao, for some reason, he always felt that Ma Canghao and the other party had the same blood, and he always felt that the other party To join the psychic contest may not be a joke.

"Oh?"

Wu Mi became a little interested.

"What's the matter?"

Shiba handed the thing in his hand to Wu Mi, "This thing can help you see your soul."

He said meaningfully, "It's a gift from our Paqi tribe." Of course, you can't take Ma Cang, so take him to give Wu Can a good impression?

Wu Mi took the object handed over by the other party. The moment he touched this object, he saw the five souls on Shiba. These souls also looked at him nervously at this moment, and the owl on his shoulder was still there. With hair loss, he was beaten quite badly by looking at it this way.

So this is the soul?

"Not bad." The boss was very satisfied for a while. He thought about what kind of psychic competition he still has a team to participate in, so he added to Shiba, "This thing is very good. Since we are going to participate in the psychic competition, you Just come to a hundred or eighty."

Shiba: ...

One hundred and eighty! ?

Shiba couldn't take it anymore, what the hell is a hundred and eighty!Why is it one hundred and eighty! ?

You really plan to participate in the Shaman King's competition. I was shocked. Sheba was really shocked. He was so shocked that he was speechless for a long time. He choked. Said faintly, "...This is the artifact of our Paqi clan, and there are only a few of them."

Wu Mi was also shocked, "It's already the twentieth century, haven't you mechanized and mass-produced?"

Surprised, this is a group of isolated family soil workshops.

Shiba: ...You insist on describing us like that.

Wu Mi suddenly felt a breath of poverty coming towards him. Seeing the Indian people dressed in rags, he couldn't help asking, "Well, what do you usually rely on to make money?" Are you selling handicrafts? ?

The high priest, who was full of question marks, couldn't help asking a question that hit his soul, "How do you make money?"

"Yeah, you're already a vacation operator for a psychic competition. What do you usually rely on to make money?"

Shiba was stunned, "Why do we have to consider how to make money when we hold a psychic competition?"

"Good question, don't you guys eat?" Wuyou asked curiously, "Do you own the venue? Does it not cost money?"

Shiba: ...That still costs money.

The high priest thought for a while, "We earn money for catering and accommodation by hosting on our own site." Very expensive, very expensive.

It was so expensive that a group of young men yelled at them as a black shop on their site.

"It's too outdated." Wu Mi despised, "How much money can you earn? Everyone can eat instant noodles by themselves, and they can set up tents in the wild for accommodation." Next, "You guys have a bad reputation for doing this."

Shiba thought about it, and suddenly felt a little guilty, but it was true.

Such a simple concept of making money surprised the boss of the Nationalization Club, because he was too shocked, so Wu Mi asked curiously, "Then, how did you hold this psychic competition? What do the audience think of it?" Contest?"

"It was held in the United States..." Xiba was a little confused when asked, he didn't know why the other party would ask such a question, and replied very honestly, "It was to participate in the scene."

Wu Can added a question, "Is there no live broadcast?"

Shiba was very confused, "What is that?"

The expression on the Indian priest's expression was full of ignorance, and I was even more shocked. In the twentieth century, some people started a game without selling broadcast rights, and they didn't even know how to make money. It's too useless.

The boss couldn't help but use his instincts. After all, his people also wanted to participate in the competition, "That won't work, then if my people participate in the competition, they can only win the Shaman King. It's a bit of a loss."

Shiba: ... No, your people didn't say they would definitely be able to participate, and why did you pre-order Shaman King?

Shiba's head was full of question marks.

It seems that I still have to give them some money-making ideas and guide these wastes, so Wu Mi continued to ask them other questions, "Then how do your contestants know the opponent's information? How do the audience know the participants? Who is it? How do they choose which shows to watch?"

Shiba: ...

In fact, he was dumbfounded by the other party's question, why should he know the opponent's intelligence, and what is the use of knowing the opponent's intelligence for the players in the game?

The priest spoke very deeply, and said calmly, "Just...you will know it when you meet it."

"The audience doesn't want money..."

Damn, Wu Mi was also shocked. Apart from not knowing how to squeeze the wool of the audience, they didn't even plan to squeeze the wool of the contestants. Are they all relying on love to generate electricity?

The boss is also confused. In the twentieth century, there are still people who do not keep up with the trend of the times and live like a caveman...

He would not have done this in the Heian era thousands of years ago...

They don’t even fight information wars, and they don’t make money. They only know how to operate with the idea of ​​a black shop.

Since his people are going to participate in the competition, of course they have to make a lot of money along the way. Whether they can get the Shaman King is not the key, but the dissatisfaction of earning is very important!I never do business at a loss. The capitalist boss once again played to his advantage. He stared at Xiba and said seriously, "This is not acceptable. How many spectators do you usually have in psychic competitions?"

"Up to a hundred...?"

"Too few." Wu Mi contemptuously, it's fine if you don't need money, and there are still few people, "I'll connect you to a satellite later, and we'll bring in viewers from all over the world." , the psychic war, thinking about it, feels that it is a rare encounter in a hundred years, and it will definitely be able to attract the attention of audiences around the world.

Shiba:? ? ?

Wu Mi thought about it, and then felt that it was not enough, "Well, this alone is not enough, you go and get the information of those contestants, the more detailed the better."

You have to make everyone pay willingly, and you have to continuously expand your customer base to get more and more money. Propaganda, reform, and IT are all indispensable! "

Also refer to the later ranking system. It is not enough to just earn money for broadcasting rights. Type it out, and then start looking for sponsors. Of course, the sponsorship money will be given to Wu Mi Club.

It would be better if their team can also have a digital display, and if they pack it casually, they can make a lot of money again.

If the Shaman King is not selected in the future, it will be profitable to come once a year.

It can also be divided into playoffs and regular seasons. Playing casually can also be a friendly match. If it is commercialized in the future, everyone will be their golden sign. Surprised, Wu Mi found that he is really too business-minded.

Add some peripherals, and you will gain a lot of money in a short time. Then, you can use this kind of digital IT thinking to present the entire battle data. If you want the opponent's hostile bag, you have to spend money to buy it. By the way Wouldn't it be nice to earn money from these contestants.And he has the database, so he can perfectly know everyone's abilities and weaknesses. At that time, Shaman King will be just a matter of hand.

It's already the twentieth century, so of course there must be modern thinking to fight.

As long as this project is popular enough, he can launch any mobile games in the future, and this IP can become his. The psychic battle of kings is simply a huge profit.

It's done, as expected of me, just an ordinary psychic competition, under my miserable packaging, it immediately becomes a golden chicken that can lay eggs.

Wu Mi turned to look for Naraku, and then said to the Inuyasha BOSS that he used very well, "Naraku, go write a plan, and think about ways to make money about the content of this digital Shaman King competition. "

Naruto:  …

Naraku couldn't help but probed, "Master Wu Mi, do you have any ideas?"

"You write first." The boss said in a very boss tone, "Let me see your thinking first."

Hey, Naraku, it would be better to accidentally beat this person to death when we met just now. Naraku, who was suddenly indirectly involved in work, vomited blood madly in his heart.

Xiba seemed to be in a fog, and then said to him thoughtfully, "Well, you go back first and report our competition, and then we will hand over the proposal to you when the time comes." You, work together to make money together."

Shiba: ...

"Of course, I want to take the lead." The resources are abundant, so you can just drink some soup. Of course, you can't just give people a little soup. Only when the slaves are fed can they work better for him.

Yes, Wu Mi felt that he was extremely considerate, meeting him in the psychic competition really counted them as a high point.

Good luck to you.

Xiba came with a head full of question marks, and left with a head full of question marks. When he left, he also received a plan that was rushed out. When he was just on the way back, he met Ma Canghao again.

The long-haired boy stood on his way back, as if crouching over him.

Shiba was instantly pissed off.

The young man in front of him smiled slightly, "What, it seems that you guys have made something more extraordinary than I expected, so hand it over."

Xiba took a step back without a trace, and then took out the thing in his hand under the oppression of the other party. Ma Canghao propped his chin in front of him and casually flipped through the documents, and then smiled Said, "What, it's indeed a very interesting thing, that's great, as expected of him."

It sounded familiar.

It is precisely because of knowing that even though the young man in front of him had a smile on his face, he became more and more nervous. The young man seemed to flip through the pages casually, then raised his head to glance at him, and then sneered casually, "No Why are you so nervous, the way you look makes me feel like I'm a scary guy."

"Obviously..." Asakura held his chin and smiled, "I'm much better than those X-LAWS."

"Those guys who kill people everywhere in the name of justice are much more ruthless than me."

Shiba hesitated for a while, and then couldn't help but said quietly, "But you will make your enemy work... overtime." It seems that it is not much better!

Hearing this, the young man smiled and shrugged his shoulders, "Ah, is this what you want to see?"

Shiba only saw the handsome young man in front of him propping his face, and said indifferently, "It is their gift to be my slave and work hard, at least compared to being swallowed up by the fire of the elves..."

Accompanied by the sound of the young man falling to the ground, the elven fire behind him loomed again, seeing the former soul of his clan once again, Shiba's expression became more and more ugly.

Because he knew that what the other party said was true.

"Forget it, that's it..." The young man said with a clear voice, and then said with a smile, "That's it, follow his requirements."

Shiba couldn't help it anymore, "Are you kidding me?"

The young priest clenched his fists, "How can such a thing be allowed, they are just a group of guys without any spiritual power, how can they participate in the competition."

Hearing this, the boy slightly widened his eyes, and then he laughed, "But isn't this a matter of course?"

Shiba was stunned.

"Hey, his goal is my goal, what he wants to achieve is what I want to achieve." Asakura said with a smile, "If it can't be done..."

If not possible...

The boy stretched out his hand and patted Elven Fire beside him, then continued to smile and said emotionlessly, "You guys don't need to exist any more."

Those eyes, which tend to be light brown, have nothing in them, no trace of emotion, almost the same indifference as overlooking ants.

There is no doubt that if he fails to do what he expects, the other party may really do something terrible to the Paqi tribe.

That's what this man is...

And what is the relationship between President Wu Mi and him?

Shiba, who couldn't help but took another step back, heard the other party's almost sighing whisper, "It's so small."