After being despised by Lao Ding, Qian Yang felt that he was really wronged. Of course he would not admit that he was a fool. He felt that the only reason for being a sucker was that he lacked knowledge reserves.

"How did I know that the chance of that stone being able to detach a top-grade spirit stone is only 10%. You have never told me!"

Old Ding glanced at him: "Every stone is different. I'll tell you now that the stone was only 10% possible to detach the top-grade spirit stone, but so what? When you see another stone next time, you can accurately estimate the price?"

"What should I do?" Qian Yang looked helpless.

Old Ding smiled and said, "Do you still compete with me in the future?"

"Uh..." Qian Yangxin said, are you finished?

"Will you listen to what I say in the future?" Lao Ding was really having fun.

"Listen! I'll listen to what the master said." Qian Yang would be completely honest.

"Well, it's not bad, it's not bad." Old Ding stroked his beard and looked gloomy: "Then from tomorrow, I'll take you out to see the stones. When you see more, you will naturally know what kind of stones should be worth."

"Okay, okay! Thank you, master." Qian Yang nodded obediently.

Unexpectedly, Lao Ding raised his eyebrows and said, "It's okay for me to teach you how to see the stone, and I don't plan to charge you for tuition. However, the stone must not be just looking at it and not buying it. You have to prepare the money for this teaching aid."

"Can I pay for the money for buying stones?" Qian Yang was an open-minded person. He immediately patted his chest when he heard this: "No problem!"

"Then how much are you going to spend to buy stones?" asked Lao Ding.

Upon hearing this, Qian Yang couldn't help but secretly calculate his assets, and then asked weakly: "How much do you plan to want?"

"It depends on how many you have!" Old Ding looked at Qian Yang with playful thought.

Qian Yang whispered: "About 200,000."

Old Ding was very surprised: "Boy! It's quite in stock!"

"There's the goods?" Qian Yang smiled bitterly: "Boss! I'm a Jindan stage cultivator after all. This little money is not enough to buy elixirs. I'm promoted to the second level of Jindan. If it weren't for the lack of money, why would I run here with you all the way!"

"Yes! I forgot, you are still a Jindan cultivator." Old Ding couldn't help but look Qian Yang from top to bottom, but still couldn't see a trace of the style that Jindan Zhenren should have.

Qian Yang rolled his eyes and was too lazy to pay attention to him. He thought to himself that the Jindan monk had nothing to do with it. I can't roll up my sleeves and beat you up. Isn't it just that you are bullied by you, an old guy in the Foundation Establishment Stage!

Old Ding made up his mind and asked, "How many of the 200,000 yuan do you think it's appropriate to buy stones for this 200,000 yuan?"

"Whatever you want! I can give it to you, I will listen to you!" Qian Yang had already accepted his fate.

"Nothing!" Old Ding suddenly stood up his eyes when he heard this.

"Why are you doing something shocking? I listen to you and you still yell at me?" Qian Yang felt that he was going to die unjustly.

Lao Ding snorted heavily: "I will teach you the first lesson of gambling stones today, called fund management!"

"Return to the capital management? So what about the top-notch?" Qian Yang curled his lips: "You said you!"

Old Ding suppressed the fire, but couldn't help but yawn, and finally waved his hand and said, "Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow, I'm sleepy!"

"No! How could it be so out of context? Is it because I have obsessive-compulsive disorder to death?" Qian Yang began to feel uncomfortable again.

Seeing Qian Yang insisting, Lao Ding had to shake his head and said, "Leave enough spirit stones required for daily practice, so that the remaining money can be used as a gambling bill."

"I'm not enough to practice even if I stay!" Qian Yang said with a word that the poor are helpless.

Lao Ding breathed a few breaths: "Then let's leave the rest for a year of cultivation and do the gambling money."

"One year? It depends on what pill I buy..." Qian Yang muttered.

"Leave 100,000, bet 100,000, do you understand this time?" Old Ding was so angry that clouds and mists were swelling above his head.

"Oh, OK!" Qian Yang nodded hurriedly.

Lao Ding rubbed his face hard with his hands: "Also, no matter at any time, the money spent on buying stones cannot exceed half of the gambling bill."

"Has this been left half of it?" Qian Yang asked cautiously.

"Do you understand half of the gambling book?" Old Ding started yelling again: "If you can't buy more than 50,000, don't you understand?"

"Why is it half?" Qian Yang took two steps back without a trace to prevent the spit on his body.

"The remaining half is kept for the remake. If you spend all the money once, you will have to go back to your hometown if you lose the bet!" Lao Ding's eyes widened.

"But..." Qian Yang looked at Lao Ding's face and couldn't help asking again: "But if the bet is 50,000 yuan, if the remaining 50,000 yuan is broken, wouldn't he have to go home?"

Lao Ding shook his head: "Are you a pig's head? When you have only 50,000 yuan left in your bet, you can only buy 25,000 yuan at most. Do you understand this time?"

"Oh? That's right?" Qian Yang understood this time.

Lao Ding suppressed the fire again: "That is to say, as long as you stick to this principle, you will always have a chance to turn the situation, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, you will be like you?" Qian Yang just said owed.

Old Ding was stunned, then he was so angry that he trembled all over: "Get out of here!"

"Hehe!" Qian Yang said to Lao Ding's lung tube, and he became in a good mood in an instant. He jumped out of the door, leaving Lao Ding sitting by the bed with sad eyes.

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In a magnificent house in the city, a plump middle-aged cultivator sat upright in the hall with his brows frowned. Seven or eight monks below stood solemnly with their heads down, with a nervous expression.

After a long silence, the female cultivator slowly spoke: "The sect is in danger. We are limited by our duties and cannot charge for the sect. We must say that this is a regret. However, we have the opportunity to contribute to the sect's smooth passage through the difficulties in other aspects. This is our responsibility and our glory!"

"The significance of wealth to the sect is not necessary. In the dilemma, the importance of spirit stones is even more prominent. According to the sect's meaning, we need to collect at least 200 million spirit stones within two months, otherwise our sect will likely fall into an extremely unfavorable situation in this battle."

"The head coach has always been kind and kind. He only set a goal of 200 million for us, which is a compassion for us. But we cannot be satisfied with completing the task. At this time, with every extra spirit stone, the sect's chances of winning will be one more point!"

"I think if we can raise 400 million spirit stones for the sect in two months, then our Duobao Sect will surely make a beautiful comeback in this battle, and I and you all are destined to be honored."

"What? Four hundred million?"

As soon as the plump female cultivator said this, everyone below was suddenly in an uproar.

"That's right!" The female cultivator looked serious: "400 million! For the sake of the sect, we must raise 400 million spirit stones!"

An old man below shook his head and said, "Elder Tan, in two months, Duobao Mine can only unravel about 100 million spirit stones. Even if the excavation efforts are increased, the maximum output cannot exceed 150 million! Unless I cut the raw stones used to gambling stones together, it will be possible to reach about 200 million!"

The female cultivator shook her head: "If you are gambling, sell the gambling stones, it will be less than worth the effort to cut them!"

Before the old man could answer, another middle-aged monk next to him complained: "The Liancang Mine can only unravel 30 million spirit stones. A lot of those stones that are not worth unraveling have already accumulated, but they can't be sold at any price!"

Another fat monk was also confused: "Duobao Chamber of Commerce can't make 10 million in two months. However, next month, it just happened to catch up with the five-year original stone publication. You can do some work there, and the gambling stones in Duobao Field can also be cashed in part on the publication, but even so, it would be too much for you to get 50 or 60 million."

A young monk hesitated and took over the sentence: "If the mine increases its mining efforts, the miners' rewards will definitely increase accordingly, and there will definitely be a large expenditure on the publicity and participation of the raw stone public market. If we follow the words of the few deacons just now, our expenditure will increase by at least 10 or 20 million in the next two months."

The female cultivator glanced at the deacons below one by one, with a sharp look in her eyes: "What I want is a spirit stone! I don't want to listen to your complaints!"

"But..." The old monk opened his mouth and wanted to defend himself. After looking at the expression of Elder Tan, he could only swallow the words back with reluctance on his face.

The other deacons didn't say anything, but it was not difficult to guess what they were thinking.

This house with a serious atmosphere is the branch of Duobao Sect in Yifang City. Tan Ya, the elder of the Nascent Soul stage, is responsible for daily affairs, that is, the plump female cultivator sitting upright in the middle. The positions standing below are the deacons in the Jindan stage responsible for various specific affairs.

Duobao Sect and the Five Elements Sect were in full swing in Zhongzhou, and burning spirit stones was as light as burning paper. Then, as the most important resource area of ​​Duobao Sect, the spirit stone mine in Xihuang naturally had to assume the corresponding responsibility, that was to pay!

This matter was understandable. The mine was from Duobao Sect and the Chamber of Commerce was also from Duobao Sect. Since the sect needs money, the branch should also hand over all the spirit stones to the sect.

So how many spirit stones are there in the branch hall? Several deacons have already settled the accounts clearly. In two months, Duobao Mine, Liancang Mine, and Duobao Chamber of Commerce should be able to get 200 million with all their efforts. If they really fight for their lives, they will never be able to get 300 million. This is the entire energy of the branch hall.

Several deacons have been working in the branch for many years and are very familiar with their business. All the accounts are kept in their hearts, but they, Elder Tanya, are two knives that they have no idea.

It would be fine if I didn't know what to do, but I like to be high-profile. The head coach said he wanted 200 million, but you insisted on getting 400 million. If you want to make achievements, you have to see how much you have?

In fact, it was not long before Tan Ya came to Yifangcheng. She had just started a free job in the Internal Affairs Hall of Duobao Sect. Just as the original owner of the Yifangcheng Branch died in the line of duty some time ago, the sect had no choice but to send Elder Tan, who had never done much serious business, to preside over the work.

Elder Tan is well-behaved, has a deep cultivation, walks with a strong wind, and is amazing. As soon as he arrives in Yifang City, he manages the people under his command and does not dare to be disrespectful to her at all.

However, in private, the backbone deacons who had just opened the silence had quite a complaint about Elder Tan. They almost unanimously agreed that this Elder Tan is definitely a good player in the business, but it's just a serious matter... It's better not to mention it!
Chapter completed!