MMB Chapter 601
Chapter 601
Chapter 601
"Ding Ning, did you know that buddy just now?"
Being dragged into the arena by Ding Ning, Xin Zhao looked back from time to time, seeing Lu Zhanchi looking up at the sky, the smile on his face couldn't hold back.
This dude is so funny, Xin Zhao really wants to get to know him better.
Listening to his stories is like drinking fine wine.
"do not know."
Ding Ning had an indifferent face, all he could think about was getting Xin Zhao on stage as soon as possible.
"That buddy is a talent, let's get to know him well, he may be the signature of our Jiangnan Martial Arts School in the future." Xin Zhao said with a straight face, "He said that he is an earth element controller, and he should be considered relatively good in terms of talent and strength, and he He also said that his soil has special properties."
At this time, Xin Zhao's tone was very serious, and he didn't have the slightest idea of playing around.
Although Lu Zhanchi was a little stunned.
So much so... low energy!
But Xin Zhao believes that he leaked the secret to himself at the time, and if he remembers correctly, he remembered that Lu Zhanchi said that he can change the terrain on a large scale and turn the land into a swamp.
Although the scope of Xin Zhao is not particularly clear, but his ability is definitely worth cultivating.
In the traditional sense, earth type controllers tend to be defensive.
It belongs to the auxiliary profession among the controllers.
Although Lu Zhanchi's swamp cannot be considered as an offensive skill, the large-scale change of terrain is very effective in the face of a large-scale attack by ferocious beasts.
Facing the enemy will also have a good effect.
Didn't he just say that in a while, it seems that there will be a hundred schools competing for hegemony.It sounds like it should be a game and collision between colleges and universities. If the school really organizes members to compete for hegemony, Xin Zhao is willing to recommend Lu Zhanchi to join.
"I remember, hurry up and board..."
Looking at Xin Zhao's clothes, Ding Ning couldn't help but touch his forehead.
"How did you come here in this suit?"
Xin Zhao subconsciously looked down at his clothes, and there was nothing wrong with it.
Simple white vest, slippers, Hawaiian flower pants.
What's wrong with this? !
In summer, the climate in Jiangnan was relatively hot, and he didn't remember that today was the entrance ceremony, and simply regarded this day as an ordinary day.
"I'm practicing swords, I forgot about today's entrance ceremony."
"Hurry up and change your school uniform with me." Ding Ning couldn't help but covered his face and said, "Grandpa can delay it for a while, hurry up."
"That's how I get up." Zhao said.
"Today is the entrance ceremony for new students. Don't think about yourself. You should think about it for the Jiangnan Martial Arts School." Ding Ning said with a sad face, "There are a lot of media reporters in the school."
"It's really troublesome, do you have to go on stage?" Xin Zhao frowned.
"It doesn't matter if you don't appear on the stage, as long as you can bear the impression of your school students." Ding Ning pulled out a photo from his mobile phone, "Look, this is what our school students think of you."
Three heads, four legs, six arms and nine eyes, serrated teeth and scaly skin.
"This guy is so handsome!" Xin Zhao shook his head with emotion.
"There's something wrong with you." Ding Ning rolled his eyes angrily, "Don't be such a mouthful. After all, you are also the president of our school's student union, so you have to show up."
"President of the Student Union, did you get my consent?" Zhao Xin asked deliberately to find trouble.
"You have no right to choose. My grandfather said that you are a slave of our old Ding's family." Ding Ning gave Xin Zhao a white look with his beautiful eyes, and said, "And what my grandfather means is to let you show your strength on stage, and you will It is best to create some public opinion if the signboard of our martial arts school is played out."
slave!
It's still that paper contract, her sister sold him just like that.
When he went back, he had to ask how many people Qingtianmen had recruited from the Jiangnan Martial Arts School. Otherwise, he would be like a cow like Ding Chengli, and he would not see any rewards. He was not losing money!
In an instant, Xin Zhao noticed the point of Ding Ning's words.
"Public opinion?"
Does the school still need to create public opinion?
"Why does Lao Ding want public opinion? We are not in the entertainment industry. Schools are sacred palaces. Why do you want to do this?" Xin Zhao frowned, "Don't mess around."
"You think my grandpa thinks, the main reason is that our school has no money."
Ding Ning frowned, pointed and said, "We have more than 2000 freshmen enrolled this time, and the construction of the school dormitory, the construction of the martial arts hall, the purchase of facilities, and the resources provided to the students are a lot of expenses. "
"Look for funding from above."
"There is no money from above!" Ding Ning shrugged. "Martial arts are now being promoted all over the country, which consumes a lot of resources. The above can only give priority to the top ten. Didn't we not get the title of top ten last time? There is not much With a lot of resource support, our school can only figure everything out on its own. If you could help us with some sponsorship, your company would be very profitable now."
"No problem." Xin Zhao replied without hesitation.
"Really!" Ding Ning was stunned by Xin Zhao's straightforwardness, "Are you joking, how much are you willing to donate?"
"How much do you need?"
"It must be more than 5000 million in the early stage."
"Yes, I will tell my sister when I go back, when you send me the school account, I will directly ask Xiyue to transfer the money to you." Zhao Xin replied generously, "Is 5000 million enough, not enough? I'll give you [-] million, isn't it just money, let me tell you earlier! But it can't be given for nothing, our group has to have implants in our school."
"This...of course it's no problem."
Ding Ning was completely surprised and didn't know how to answer. She knew through some channels that the business of Zhao Xin's family group is now very good, but she didn't expect it to be so ridiculously good.
"Do you still need me to go on stage now?" Xin Zhao spread his hands.
"You...you wait for me to ask my grandfather." Ding Ning pursed his lips and dialed the phone. The phone in Ding Chengli's pocket, who was still talking about irrelevant remarks on the stage to delay the time, rang. He gently raised his hand to signal Cui Hongying , Wu Tianlong and the others said a few words, walked to the back and answered the phone, "How is it, has Xin Zhao been in contact?"
"Grandpa, Xin Zhao got in touch, and he also said that he is willing to donate 5000 million to the school." Ding Ning whispered.
"Really? Is this kid so rich now?!" Ding Chengli couldn't help being stunned, but he regained his composure in an instant and said, "Granddaughter, you must have been fooled by that kid. That kid has a bad stomach, he Is it because I don’t want to be on stage, that’s why I told you that.”
"I don't want to go on stage."
"You told him to come to me, public opinion... Our school wants public opinion, and the donation depends on his face. In the future, he might pretend to be a uncle with our grandpa and grandson. Now he is a slave of our old Ding's family. If Let him donate money and we will become slaves." Ding Chengli couldn't do it well, "Let him go on stage quickly, and the public opinion must be stirred up by me, so go on now."
"Okay... okay."
After hanging up the phone, Xin Zhao tilted his head and raised his eyebrows at Ding Ning.
"Is there nothing wrong with me?"
"My grandpa asked you to go on stage." Ding Ning pursed his lips and said, "He said, you have a bad stomach, and I think so too. I just let you fool me, hurry up and go on stage, pay attention to creating public opinion, slave!"
!!!
It seems that I didn't leave a good impression on the grandpa and grandson before.
He donated very sincerely.
It's not just money.
Although he doesn't dare to say how rich he is now, it's no big deal to take out tens of millions.
Create public opinion.
Xin Zhao stroked his chin, glanced inexplicably in the direction of Lu Zhanchi, and couldn't help showing a smirk.
"You want the effect of public opinion, right?"
"What do you want to do?" Seeing Xin Zhao's evil smile, Ding Ning felt inexplicably uneasy, "Don't mess around."
"Just tell me if you want the effect of public opinion."
"Yes!"
Xin Zhao suddenly smiled confidently, patted his chest and nodded.
"No problem, leave it to me!"
(End of this chapter)