The Super Universe Leveling Game

1Dongfang Qingyu had pushed aside many things. On one hand, she wanted to relax, and on the other hand, she wanted to spend more time with Jiejie Zuika? Feilei Siwa? Jie Jingyiwei. Although she was very carefree, in reality, she was very meticulous, and her feelings were very fragile. As a foreigner, from a princess to a commoner, from having a country to almost not having a country, she felt that she was like a rootless duckweed. This kind of feeling could not be expressed, and only Dongfang Qingyu could understand her.    

    

She longed to be with Dongfang Qingyu, and Dongfang Qingyu became her only reliance in China. However, Dongfang Qingyu's status and position meant that he could not live a carefree life, and the Bronze Monk of Shaolin came.    

    

"Do monks eat meat too?" Dongfang Qingyu had her own opinion about disturbing him from enjoying his life, so she was not as polite when she spoke. However, the Bronze Monk of Shaolin was indeed fat, and he looked fatter than before. He looked like a fat man with big ears.    

    

"Slept!" The Bronze Monk of Shaolin shook his head and smiled bitterly. He was originally tall, and his original weight was 180 catties. Now, he was 230 catties. Everyone thought that he ate it because of insomnia.    

    

"Slept? Do you miss women?" Dongfang Qingyu looked down on him. "You are not clean."    

    

"Slept is a disease." The Bronze Monk of Shaolin corrected him.    

    

"Slept will make you fat?" Dongfang Qingyu asked.    

    

"I don't know about other people's situations, but my fat is caused by insomnia," Bronze Monk of Shaolin said.    

    

"Find someone to knock you out. Is it useful?" Dongfang Qingyu asked.    

    

"..." The corner of Bronze Monk of Shaolin's mouth twitched, and he said helplessly, "Sleeping is very painful, at least in your own bed. According to what you said, I reckon that I will have to appear in the hospital bed every few days."    

    

"I think you have a broad mind," Dongfang Qingyu said.    

    

"I also want to." Bronze Monk of Shaolin said.    

    

"Let's cut the crap and get straight to the point. I'm busy." Dongfang Qingyu was not joking.    

    

"City Lord Liu wants to sell the "Dream City". I wonder if the great god is willing to take over?" The moment Bronze Monk of Shaolin opened his mouth, Dongfang Qingyu almost bit her tongue.    

    

"What did you say?" Dongfang Qingyu looked at him in disbelief.    

    

"City Lord Liu does not plan to run the "Dream City" anymore," Bronze Monk of Shaolin replied.    

    

"You know my personality. If you want to get to the point, I don't like to hear empty words." Dongfang Qingyu's expression became serious.    

    

"City Lord Liu's father is in trouble. City Lord Liu can't support the "Dream City" by himself. Now that the snowstorm has sealed the city, the food supply of the "Dream City" has run out, and the bank debt has expired. Under the heavy blows, City Lord Liu is preparing to sell the "Dream City"," Bronze Monk of Shaolin said slowly.    

    

Dongfang Qingyu did not say anything. This news was too shocking, so he had no choice but to spend time digesting it. After a while, he opened his mouth and said, "I know a little about the situation of the "Dream City", but I'm sure it's not as detailed as what you know. How much does Liu Chuanfeng want? Don't play the tricks of bargaining, just say the base price."    

    

"One billion," Bronze Monk of Shaolin said.    

    

"What else?" Dongfang Qingyu asked.    

    

"One billion is for Liu Chufeng. He needs this one billion to pay for the debt left behind by his father. The God of Dreams will directly give it to him, but the premise is that the God of Dreams must also take over the debt of the God of Dreams," Bronze Monk of Shaolin explained.    

    

"How much is the debt?" Dongfang Qingyu asked.    

    

"Eighty-one billion, of which 80% is from the Black Tortoise Bank and Green Wood Manufacturing," Bronze Monk of Shaolin replied.    

    

"If we add the food crisis, it's almost three hundred and ten to three hundred and fifty billion," Dongfang Qingyu said.    

    

Bronze Monk of Shaolin did not say anything, silently agreeing with Dongfang Qingyu's words.    

    

"I dare say that no one will pay this price," Dongfang Qingyu said.    

    

"City Lord Liu wants this one billion not for himself, but for his employees." Bronze Monk of Shaolin said. "But..."    

    

"If I buy the God of Dreams, doesn't that mean that Liu Chufeng is using my money to do his own thing?" Dongfang Qingyu said.    

    

"I know that this request is a bit excessive, but..." Bronze Monk of Shaolin continued.    

    

"It's not excessive, it's very excessive," Dongfang Qingyu interrupted him.    

    

"After so many years, I don't agree with City Lord Liu's actions, but I stand on City Lord Liu's side. I think City Lord Liu has understood this time," Bronze Monk of Shaolin added.    

    

"What do you mean?" Dongfang Qingyu looked at him.    

    

"He sincerely wants to help those workers." Bronze Monk of Shaolin's tone was a little low, "He sold his mansion, luxury car, watches, and even some expensive suits, belts, and shoes. He sold all the money he earned and gave it to the workers."    

    

"A prodigal turning back to gold?" Dongfang Qingyu said hesitantly.    

    

"I don't judge too much, but I'm willing to believe him." Bronze Monk of Shaolin said.    

    

"As the saying goes, the price Liu Chuanfeng offered—" Dongfang Qingyu shook her head.    

    

"If Great God is willing to help, I am willing to be your subordinate. I will go to the edge of the blade and the sea of fire without a word," Bronze Monk of Shaolin said seriously.    

    

Dongfang Qingyu narrowed her eyes and stared at Bronze Monk of Shaolin. Bronze Monk of Shaolin's gaze was calm and fearless. After a while, Dongfang Qingyu opened her mouth and said, "Let Liu Chuanfeng come and talk to me personally. I want to see what he has become."    

    

"He's waiting outside the door. I'll go and call him," Bronze Monk of Shaolin said.    

    

"Are you sure about me?" Dongfang Qingyu was stunned and said angrily.    

    

"I don't admire many people, but Great God is the person I admire the most." Bronze Monk of Shaolin replied seriously.    

    

"Don't flatter me too early. Whether I buy it or not, I'll tell you when I see Liu Chuanfeng." Dongfang Qingyu snorted.    

    

...    

    

Whether it was the martial arts world or the game, there were always people who rose and people who declined. This was an unchanging truth. Liu Chuanfeng's rise relied on his father. Now that his father had fallen, he sold his property and redeemed his father's sins. This seemed to be a cycle, and it also seemed to be telling the world that good and evil would eventually be repaid. It was not that it was not time yet.    

    

In the end, he still had to pay back what he had done.    

    

Dongfang Qingyu was still soft-hearted. He could have taken advantage of the situation to rob him. Liu Chuanfeng had no money to bargain with. As long as he did not make a move, "Dream City" would most likely go bankrupt. At that time, he could take over "Dream City" at a very low cost. Even if other forces competed for it, the price would not be higher than now. He did not have to do anything. He just had to wait. It might be two months, or maybe a month, or even half a month. He could get billions of yuan in a short time. But in the end, he still agreed to Liu Chuanfeng's price.    

    

"Thank you!" Liu Chuanfeng bowed deeply to Dongfang Qingyu. He was grateful and apologetic. He had done a lot of bad things to Dongfang Qingyu. This bow was an apology for his past. Dongfang Qingyu sat on the sofa and did not move. After receiving this bow, she expressed that the grudges between the two were written off.    

    

Liu Chuanfeng left, and the Bronze Monk of Shaolin stayed. The back of Liu Chuanfeng's leaving figure made Dongfang Qingyu feel a little emotional. He had struggled for half his life, but in the end, it was all in vain.    

    

Chapter 12 – The Final Battle