C36 Purchasing Commoner District

Purchase.

"Hu, this is the young master's intention, there's no mistake!" The butler explained to Hu.

"But the sword is indeed broken. Did you see that there was a gap on the sword? And it also weighed fifty kilograms!" Hu pointed at the sword and complained to the butler.

"This. . . I don't know about this, but young master asked me to do this! If there's nothing else, let's go back. We still have to go to Holy Devil Martial Academy tomorrow. "

The butler told Hu that Hu had always listened to Nanfeng the most. Once Nanfeng's words were mentioned, Hu had nothing to complain about, so he carried his heavy sword and followed the butler back to the mansion.

"Mr. Feng, I'm back. "

Hu saw Nanfeng drawing something on the table in the living room, so he walked to Nanfeng's side and said. He then handed the golden stamp to Nanfeng proudly. But Nanfeng didn't care about him at all. Hu was so angry that he scolded Nanfeng again, saying that Nanfeng made him a broken sword. It was heavy, broken, and black. In the end, he was scolded by Nanfeng. What did a child know? What's the use of looking good? I'll design this sword for you. It's for killing, not watching.

The butler standing beside Nanfeng heard that Hu's sword was for killing. He did not know what to think. Even a child had the strength of a Gold Warrior. The young master should also have the strength of a master swordsman. When he thought of the seal in Hu's hand, he felt a little ashamed. He was only a Silver Rank.

All of a sudden, it seemed like the advertisement of the auction had started to spread everywhere.

"What!? After the auction, a rank 12 Monster Core would be auctioned? Heavens! "

" A rank 12 Monster Core must be bought. Perhaps it can be made into a Divine Artifact! . . .

At night.

Nanfeng walked alone to the residential area next to the mansion. He walked through the residential area with more than three hundred houses, attracting the attention of the civilians. They all said in a low voice:

"Isn't this the new noble?

"What is he doing here?

"He looks so handsome. . .

Finally, Nanfeng found out about the civilian district. It could be said that the owner had walked over. It was just an old man in his 70s or 80s. The old man did not expect a noble to come to his house and see Nanfeng smiling at him. He did not have any ill intentions.

"I wonder why young master is here!" The old man asked Nanfeng and said.

"Can we talk inside?" Nanfeng pointed at the dilapidated house behind the old man and said.

"If you are not tired of it, please come in!"

Nanfeng sat in the small broken house and looked at the civilians around the door. Nanfeng could see it too. This old man was a senior who had high expectations for the consequences. His strength should be above that of a Great Mage. Nanfeng thought as he looked at the magic wand in the old man's hand.

After that, Nanfeng took out a drawing he drew from his Interspatial Ring and showed it to the old man. The old man had seen the drawing that Nanfeng had drawn before. It looked like a huge courtyard. The courtyards were respectively a huge two-story house. Behind the house was a super large garden. There was a fake mountain in the garden. A small lake, flowing water. The small bridge, the pavilion. . . The four gardens were surrounded by different houses.

"Nice painting, so beautiful! It's not as good as the garden in the palace. " The old man said as he watched.

"Old man, I want to build a garden like this in the commoner district. This is what I want!" Nanfeng looked at the old man and said.

"What?"

When the old man heard Nanfeng's words, he said very impulsively. But Nanfeng raised his hand and stopped him from continuing. He smiled and explained to the old man. Nanfeng said he wanted to buy all the civilian houses here and develop a luxury hotel here. Everyone can work here. Of course, the salary will depend on your hard work. But the minimum salary was six gold coins, and there was no year-end bonus. Nanfeng's words made their hearts move. They hoped that it would be implemented soon.

"I want to buy this place, but this is the most remote place in the city. Will anyone come to build an inn here? Also, how much can you pay for it! This is more than 300 households, I can't say for sure. " The old man said to Nanfeng's intention.

"This. . . You can ask everyone, everyone is at the door right now. "

Nanfeng pointed to the civilians at the door and said that in order to improve the business of the civilians, the old man could earn six gold coins a month. Of course, he had to ask everyone about this opportunity. Ordinary families only had five gold coins, but this noble, who gave people a sense of affection, should not be lying.

In the end, the old man said to the middle-aged men who were talking at the door. After that, the few men and the old man sat opposite Nanfeng and said to Nanfeng. If they wanted to buy their houses, they would need to pay 200 gold coins each. 200 gold coins were all in Nanfeng's calculations. Originally, Nanfeng calculated that it would be about 230 gold coins. Perhaps they thought that Nanfeng could bring them a good job and income. That was why he had offered such a price.

Just like that, Nanfeng's plan had successfully bought over the 40,000 square meters residential area. After that, Nanfeng would discuss the construction plan with them. During the construction process, Nanfeng was willing to join the construction workers. He would give seven gold coins a month, including food. There was food and bread for every meal. At the same time, Nanfeng also reminded them to build rooms on the third and fourth floor of the same building around the inn. He wanted the civilians to have their own homes and not move out of Royal City.

All of a sudden, Nanfeng was welcomed by the civilians. In the end, Nanfeng completely handed this project to the old man and the few middle-aged men to manage. The total project was divided into three phases. The first phase was for the workers and civilians to live in. The second phase was to start building luxury hotels. The third phase was the renovation and layout.

After that, the first phase of the construction would begin. The old man would be given a hundred thousand gold coins to take over the project. Currently, they needed to prepare a place for the civilians to live in. Then, Nanfeng left a message. If there were any problems, he would go to the mansion to look for him. The other funds would be distributed after the start of the project. Finally, Nanfeng ate happily with the happy civilians in the commoner district.

The next day.

The first time the butler took Hu to Holy Devil Martial Academy was the first time. Before Hu went out, Nanfeng had repeatedly asked Hu to keep a low profile. If he had no other choice, he would kill people and set fire to his family. Then he would ride his lion and run away.

"Mr. Feng, you promised to call my dad over. You have to remember this. " After Hu finished speaking, he carried the sword that Nanfeng had designed for him and came to Nanfeng's Holy Devil Martial Academy.

Hu came to the entrance of St. MCMAU and showed his golden stamp to the guards. He asked him to bring Hu to the dean. The guard looked at Hu, who was wearing high-end clothes and carrying a holy sword on his back. His body faintly emitted the aura of a powerful expert as he pointed at the seal in Hu's hand. He did not doubt it at all. The tiny stamp that could be used as a servant was something that could not be bought with money after the test of strength.

After a while, the guard led Hu and the butler to the dean's place. He then asked the butler to stay at the door and bring Hu in to meet the so-called dean. He didn't expect the so-called dean to be an old man. His beard and hair were all white. After hearing the guard explain Hu's intention, he nodded and let the guard leave. After that, he looked at Hu and said:

"Kid, do you want to learn martial arts from this academy, or magic? However, I suspect that the small stamp on your chest is fake! " The dean pointed at the seal on Hu's chest and said.

"Old man, how dare you say that Hu's seal is fake? Don't think that I'm here to learn some rubbish martial arts and magic. I'm here to study! " Hu scolded the old man indignantly.

"What? Fine, fine. Use all your strength to attack me. I knew it. The old man said. " The old man took out his huge sword and said to Hu.

"Old man, I don't think it's necessary. If I hurt you, I don't have the money to accompany you!" Hu looked at the old man who was about to get down from the coffin and said.

"Kid, if you hurt me, I don't need you to pay me. Don't worry, come here! This is your enrollment into the academy. . . "

Before laozi could finish his words, he saw the quick-witted Hu holding the sword on his back with both hands. He quickly raised the sword and slashed at him.

The old man scolded Hu for being so cunning. He smiled and blocked Hu's attack with the huge sword in his hand.

"Clang!"

A loud sound was heard. The old man had underestimated Hu's strength. Even if Hu's strength was not great, the sword in his hand was at least fifty kilograms. In the end, the old man was hit by Hu's full strength. His feet were hit by a powerful force. The limestone on the ground cracked, and his feet sank deep into the ground. With a surprised expression, he watched Hu put away his sword and return to his original position. He looked at the old man with a pair of quick-witted eyes.

The old dean looked at Hu's strength and proved that Hu's strength was beyond his imagination. Thus, he smiled and said to Hu:

"Kid, who did you learn your martial technique from? Are you willing to be my last disciple? I am a Holy Sword level. . . "

The dean pointed at his shirt and a crystal said to Hu. He thought in his heart, This child cannot miss out on this genius. He already has golden strength at such a young age, what a once in a thousand years chance. If he accepted him, he would not be able to say that in ten years, he would become the new generation of Sword Saints. At that time, my reputation. . .

"Isn't it just a Sword Saint? What's so great about it? As long as my Mr. Feng's finger moves, you will obediently lie on the ground and beg for forgiveness. Want me to be your disciple? Dream on! " Hu had long forgotten Nanfeng's words and said to the old dean.

The old dean thought in his heart that Hu's words were worthless. Who exactly was the Mr. Feng that he was talking about? Sword God? But the Sword God was not just a few people in Windy Moon Continent, but they were all people over a hundred years old. It was not like the Mr. Feng he was talking about. . . No, he had to take him in as a disciple.

"Kid, is it hard for you to be my disciple? I don't know how many people want to be my disciple, but it's too late. What do you want to do to be my disciple? " The old man refused to let go of the genius in front of him, and patted Hu's head as he spoke.

"I can be your disciple, but the tuition fee has to be free. Also, teach me for a day. I will charge you five gold coins! " Hu said as he pointed his finger.

"What? It was already good enough that it was free. Other people would have to pay for anything they learned. And you want me to pay to teach you how to learn? Oh my god! You brat. . . " The green root on my forehead started to scold Hu.

So fast. The old man relaxed his emotions and walked back and forth. His mind was thinking about how he had taught Hu countless knowledge a day and constantly abused him. He wanted to see if he still dared to take my money. After that, he said to Hu with an evil smile.

"Alright, come to school tomorrow!"

I'll go to school tomorrow!