Without waiting for the replies from the members of the Thousand Crane Group, Zhang Yuanqing continued:
"The authority to borrow props three times, each time for a month, with each artifact borrowed in turn. After accumulating three months, the right to use and ownership of the three artifacts will completely belong to the Thousand Crane Group."
It's currently the end of July. Three months later, it will be the end of October. By then, he should already be at Level 6 peak, just waiting for the December massacre dungeon to advance to Overlord.
And in the massacre dungeon, Overlord-level props definitely can't be used, so it doesn't matter if he has the three artifacts by then. When I advance to Overlord, I won't need three artifacts either, Zhang Yuanqing thought silently.
Threaten, concede; then threaten again, concede again, testing the bottom line little by little, breaking through the opponent's defenses little by little, or being broken through by them, and finally choosing a relatively reasonable and satisfactory outcome that both sides can accept.
This is roughly what a game is about.
Zhang Yuanqing learned a lot from Fu Qingyang.
The requirements he put forward were the limit that the Thousand Crane Group could currently accept.
From his perspective, the Thousand Crane Group was able to obtain the three artifacts entirely because of his efforts. He even withstood the threat of the Fear King. Can these things be solved with money? Now the Thousand Crane Group wants all the gains from Takamagahara. They're thinking too beautifully.
But things in the world can't be simply measured by profit and loss. There are too many variables involved.
For example, the location of Takamagahara is an important bargaining chip for the Thousand Crane Group. Without the Thousand Crane Group leading the way, he wouldn't be able to enter Takamagahara. For example, the Thousand Crane Group isn't indispensable to him. If he were as greedy as Heavenly Punishment, why would the Thousand Crane Group still choose him? Wouldn't it be better to hand Heavenly Punishment over directly? They could even get a head-pat reward from the master.
Of course, there are also the combat capabilities currently displayed by both sides, Zhang Yuanqing's speed advantage, and other factors. In short, if they go their separate ways and have a deathmatch in the dungeon, they would both have to risk their lives. If they both take a step back, they can achieve a win-win situation.
Of course, after learning about the hidden mission of Qin Feng Academy and knowing that the Bronze Divine Tree is the real treasure, Zhang Yuanqing doesn't actually have that much desire for the three artifacts. Asking for the artifacts is just a pretext for negotiation.
But the Thousand Crane Group didn't know that Yuan Shi Tianzun's intention was elsewhere, so they secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that he was willing to compromise.
If Yuan Shi Tianzun had forcibly demanded the artifacts, then the Thousand Crane Group would have had no choice but to go for mutual destruction, and their years of planning would have come to nothing.
Now that Yuan Shi Tianzun had taken a step back, it was naturally the best. Kobe Ichiro pondered for a few seconds and asked:
"We still need to discuss the matter of using the props. Also, what do you want the jade plate for?"
Zhang Yuanqing had his own set of arguments:
"What I really want is the right to use the props, not the jade plate. It's just a side benefit."
"I withstood the threat of the Fear King for you. He won't let me go. If I get caught by him in the future, I can hand over the jade plate to save my life. Group Leader Kobe, this is my biggest concession. If you still don't agree..."
He raised the Thunderstorm Cannon in his hand with a cold face.
"Mr. Yuan Shi, calm down. Allow us to discuss it." Kobe Ichiro raised his hand to express some goodwill, then retreated cautiously, gathered the executives, and talked in low voices.
A few minutes later, he, as the group leader, came forward and said:
"We agree to your request, but we need to add two conditions."
"First, the 1 billion yen will not be paid until your three-month usage right ends, as a deposit."
"Second, you need to take out another Overlord-level prop as collateral."
"Third, you must lend us the Takamagahara key when we need it in the future."
"If you agree, we will sign the contract now."
Zhang Yuanqing calculated in his mind and said:
"Remove the second and third conditions. I don't have an Overlord-level prop, and even if I did, I wouldn't mortgage it to you. As for the Takamagahara key, I may not be able to keep it."
"Speaking of which, it shouldn't be difficult for the Fear King to investigate the headquarters of your Thousand Crane Group. It's safer for you if the key is given to me." The Fear King seemed to have an extremely strong deterrent force. Kobe Ichiro's face changed slightly and said:
"If you can't mortgage an Overlord-level prop, then a clause must be written into the contract: If the prop is lost..."
Group Leader Kobe expressed his determination in a low voice:
"Mr. Yuan Shi, this is our bottom line."
Zhang Yuanqing nodded: "Okay."
Immediately, Group Leader Kobe took out the Brass Book, used his finger as a pen, wrote the contract in the Brass Book, and squeezed out a drop of blood from his fingertip and smeared it on the Brass Book.
The executives of the Thousand Crane Group, including Asano Ryo, all pressed their blood seals.
Zhang Yuanqing pierced his fingertip, popped out a drop of blood, and with a "pa," the drop of blood splashed a tragic stain on the Brass Book. The Brass Book bloomed with bright light, and the power in the dark witnessed the contract.
This knight prop is of relatively good quality among the Saints. Even if a Level 6 Saint violates the contract, they will be severely punished.
It is ineffective against Overlords, but the Thousand Crane Group doesn't care. Yuan Shi Tianzun will advance to Overlord at the earliest by the end of the year, and during this period, the three-month time limit will have passed.
With the contract completed, Zhang Yuanqing examined the three props, thought for a moment, and said:
"The first prop I will borrow is the Yata no Kagami."
The Kusanagi Sword was ignored first. This weapon is sharp in attack, but it can only exert its maximum power in the hands of a swordsman. He already has the Violet Thunder Hammer. The Magatama's automatic attack avoidance function is very interesting, but the Sun God power and self-healing ability are both more important than his existing props.
The Yata no Kagami has the highest cost performance, creating a 100% realistic clone, and also being able to predict death scenes. It has powerful output and can avoid bad luck, and is highly operable. Kobe Ichiro put away the Brass Book, looked at Furukori Magatsu, and said: "Give it to him!"
Furukori Magatsu gritted his teeth, looking reluctant.
Zhang Yuanqing laughed: "You can refuse!" If he refused, the power of the contract would backfire.
Furukori Magatsu snorted angrily, and shook his hand, throwing the Yata no Kagami over. Zhang Yuanqing took the bronze mirror, put it into his backpack, and laughed: "I will return the Yata no Kagami in a month. This trip has come to a successful conclusion. Everyone, let's go back."
The two sides tacitly kept their distance, went down the stone steps, and soon arrived at the foot of the mountain, passed through the light gate, and returned to the mountain belly cave.
Zhang Yuanqing said casually:
"In the future, when this matter has passed, I will return the Takamagahara key to the Thousand Crane Group."
He said this to prevent the Thousand Crane Group from going for broke and destroying the sculpture, and to ease the relationship between the two sides. As an appendage of the Heavenly Punishment organization, the Thousand Crane Group will definitely be useful in the future.
Qian Gongzi said that in the world of adults, everything must be based on interests first. The first step is not to block your own path. The executives of the Thousand Crane Group heard this, looked back at Takamagahara, and felt a slight relief.
Zhang Yuanqing transformed into a hazy dreamlike starlight, and escaped to the eye socket position of the Three-legged Golden Crow, and took off the jade plate. The light went out, and the light gate projected on the stone wall disappeared. "Well then, everyone, see you later."
Zhang Yuanqing waved his hand and disappeared into the cave as a ray of starlight. This is the unique style of the Star Official.
So handsome! Asano Ryo looked at the empty Three-legged Golden Crow sculpture and thought sincerely.
Songhai.
On a bustling and lively street, pedestrians were like weaving. A young man in a suit was riding a shared bicycle with a cold expression.
He was handsome and elegant, with two silver studs embedded in his earlobes. The oncoming wind lifted his forehead hair, filled with the air of freedom.
The Fear King liked this feeling, liked to ride freely in the sun, enjoying the blowing of the wind. This kind of freedom was the purest. He leisurely pedaled his bicycle and headed towards Kangyang District.
It was still fifteen kilometers from Fu Jiawan. He could still enjoy half an hour of freedom.
Since he was in Songhai, he might as well rescue the Devil's Eye. Poor Devil's Eye, the thought of him losing his freedom made him unable to eat. Under the Fear King's cold expression was a sentimental heart. The streets were crowded with people, an old man leading a dog was leisurely walking, a mother leading a child was careful, and a hawker leading a hydrogen balloon was shouting loudly. At the crossroads, vehicles and pedestrians were quietly waiting for the red light.
As the young man pedaling the bicycle passed by, the well-behaved dog suddenly stood up angrily, slapped the old man, knocked the old man to the ground, and then the dog chased after freedom.
The young child甩opened his mother's hand, jumped up, slapped his mother, and also chased after freedom. The ropes of the hydrogen balloons broke at the same time, and dozens of balloons floated into the sky. They were free. All the red lights on the street turned green and stopped flashing. The drivers were also free.
The Fear King rode away on his bicycle, deeply hiding his body and name.
Just after turning a street, the clear sky suddenly became covered with dark clouds, and a strong wind blew, accompanied by a crack of thunder, and torrential rain poured down. The rain was fierce, falling like beans, and quickly accumulated puddles on the street.
At some point, the panicked pedestrians who were avoiding the rain disappeared, the vehicles on the street disappeared, and the shops along the street were open, but the people inside were gone.
Mirror World!
The Fear King stopped the car and stopped on the side of the street. He looked up at the cloudy sky and said unhappily: "Stop meddling in other people's business. I gave you a chance last time. You can't kill me. Giving you a chance is useless."
In the puddle in front, a figure slowly emerged. It was made of water, its face was blurred, but its figure was graceful, revealing an unspeakable charming temperament.
"You should be glad that it's me who came. If that girl was guarding here, would she waste time talking to you?"
The graceful and watery figure spoke in a gentle and indifferent tone: "Go back. The Devil's Eye fell in Songhai. It's his fate. You shouldn't interfere in the play of the Overlords."
Devil's Eye? The Fear King was silent for a moment, combed his hair back from his forehead, and smiled: "Did Yuan Shi Tianzun inform you and reveal my plan?" The figure didn't answer, which was considered a default.
"I must save the Devil's Eye. You can kill him, but you can't imprison him. This violates my bottom line."
The Fear King parked the shared bicycle, took out his mobile phone, settled the fare, and then looked at the figure on the puddle and said: "I haven't stretched my muscles for a long time. It's just right, I'll play with you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the rain suddenly accelerated, and every raindrop was given power. They fell on the street, on the roof, and smashed out shallow pits. The Fear King stood in the rain, with his fingers like swords, and the sword energy tore through the clouds, revealing a corner of the blue sky.
It was pouring rain around him, and where he stood, within three inches, the sun was shining brightly.
The dark clouds in the sky condensed into a human face, and a grand voice filled the world: "Fear, are you ready to be resurrected?"
In the bedroom, Zhang Yuanqing silently withdrew from the sea of consciousness of the Silver Princess, and his spirit returned. Next, he just waited for the princess to come back.
He couldn't go back to Fu Jiawan recently. He was going to Qin Feng Academy tomorrow. It was just right to hide in the dungeon for a few days. He didn't know what the hidden mission of Qin Feng Academy was, and whether there was any information about the Bronze Divine Tree in it. He felt excited just thinking about it.
Well, the Bronze Divine Tree is related to musicians and scholars. He would see the Palace Master tonight and ask about the situation.
Today was the weekend. He would accompany his aunt to go shopping.
As he thought, he walked out of the bedroom and went straight to his aunt's room, only to find that she wasn't there. Zhang Yuanqing exited the room and said to his grandmother who was mopping the floor in the living room: "Grandma, where is my aunt?"
"She went to your uncle's place. Your aunt's niece brought back a batch of skin care products from abroad, and she went to mooch." Grandma said unhappily.
She immediately remembered something, "By the way, your aunt asked how you and Guan Ya are doing?"
"Why is she asking this?" Zhang Yuanqing opened the refrigerator and took a bottle of mineral water.
"She wants to introduce you to a girlfriend. Her niece has seen your photos and seems to like you." Grandma said.
"That's great, let her be my concubine, and we'll get even closer with my aunt's family."
Zhang Yuanqing gulped down the water. Grandma was furious and picked up the mop, threatening to hit him. "By the way, Grandma, are you familiar with my dad?"
Taking advantage of the fact that he had nothing to do and was at home, Zhang Yuanqing wanted to ask about the dead ghost father.