Chapter 66: The Trilogy of Becoming a God - The Top-Notch Rotten Person Thirteen

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  Alright, oh, no, no, no, Wu Dalang wouldn't know how to dance at all! And besides, it's probably not that easy for just anyone to go up and dance either!

  Ye Qing thought Wu Dalang's petty bourgeois idea was quite right, so he snapped his fingers and a nearby service staff who looked more agile came over. Ye Qing is now for the sake of fans' value, that is not stingy with money, grabbed a handful of banknotes to give him, heh, that more agile young man estimated it was the first time in his life to receive such a large reward, naturally thanking him repeatedly!

  Ye Qing swept a glance at the fan management area, heh, indeed not bad, and instantly earned two fans' worth of income. This reward of over a thousand was truly a great deal! Now time waits for no man! Still short 83 points of fan value, must come up with something big, or else this lack of crisis awareness in these small skirmishes would be irresponsible to one's own life!

  He then asked the waiter, "How can I get on stage and perform?"

  The waiter stared with a surprised expression and said, "Sir, with your identity, you still need to perform on stage. Pfft, I'm talking too much. Maybe the young master likes this kind of thing too. Just go straight to the stage, just pay the registration fee of 500 yuan at the cashier, all tips belong to the performer!"

  So, hey, Ye Qing's performance desire went crazy, directly handed over 2,000 yuan to the cashier and said: "Book three names, the next three sets we'll take care of, and leave the small change!"

  The young cashier saw the tip was 500, although there's a suspicion of queue-jumping, but who let them give such a big tip? It's just this kind of privilege, if you still don't know about corruption, then you can go hang yourself with noodles.

  Wu Dalang refused to go on stage first, no matter what, and was almost in tears. Ye Qing looked at the time, there was still an hour left. Hey, Tiemu, you go up first and show off your skills. Remember, don't accept any rewards, this is a million-dollar deal. After you're done, you must give all the rewards to me. I'm not short of money now, just short of fan value. Got it?

  Tiemu naturally had no objection to Ye Qing's words, even if Ye Qing said that he would kill everyone here immediately, Tiemu would definitely execute the order without blinking an eye. This is what it means to be professional. This kind of professionalism is fundamentally different from those half-baked servants like Wu Dalang and Zhang Yulong.

  Tie Mu went up on stage, swinging his neck from side to side, making a "ka-cha ka-cha" sound. What kind of rhythm is this? Is he going to perform a mechanical dance?

  Tie Mu naturally didn't know how to dance, when he was about to go on stage, Ye Qing instructed him to just perform the Bloodstone City's Crying Angel Fist technique.

  Tie Mu's face, like a mixed-blooded Tartar's, paired with an Iron Man-like physique, naturally has lethal killing power over those super mature women, especially some thirsty resentful wives. Heh heh, if they can spend a good night with Tie Mu, heh heh...

  So, Tie Mu hadn't even started dancing yet, and his pockets were already stuffed with banknotes. Wu Dalang's eyes turned green with envy. Ye Qing slightly understood what this foolish Wu Dalang was thinking. If things went wrong, from now on, all of Wu Dalang's free time would be spent here. Heh heh, this place is simply a paradise for handsome guys! However, for someone like Wu Dalang, heh heh, it might just be hell instead.

  Tiemu suddenly received such a heavy reward, and his heart sank. The young master had ordered that not only was he not allowed to accept the reward, but he also had to give away one million in rewards. What could be done?

  Haha, let's first show off the Crying Angel Fist, I reckon it'll dazzle these plebeians' dog eyes. Tiemu directly took off his only upper garment, inside which were wrapped over a dozen bundles of banknotes. Many poor ducks wouldn't even earn that much in bonuses in a year, they just saw many fans crazily giving Tiemu bonuses, who would have thought that among them, one million was brought on stage by Tiemu himself?

  Just like begging, experienced beggars will put a few coins in their broken bowls first. This is called "lucky money" or "money to attract more wealth". With this lucky money, the subsequent rewards will naturally keep coming in continuously. It's just that Tie Mu's lucky money is a bit too intimidating.

  Tie Mu's heart was in a dilemma, and his footsteps became somewhat more forceful. Zip zip zip, oh no, my pants ripped...

  Haha... those fallen wild ducks are having a blast, able to beat up the fallen dog. For these people whose minds are already twisted and integrity shattered, they naturally won't let go of this opportunity. Clearly a country bumpkin who's never seen the world, where has anyone worn jeans on stage to dance? It'd be weird if their pants didn't split!

  Although Tie Mu didn't want to show off, he couldn't lose face either, otherwise how would he help his young master earn fan value? So he concentrated his internal energy in his legs and with a series of rapid-fire explosions, his western-style pants were blown into super-beggar clothes. The style was simply cool to death, although Tie Mu probably still didn't know what "cool to death" meant.

  Although Tie Mu didn't use spiritual power, his robust body, which was almost as strong as the I Ching Washing Marrow, would stack different combinations of muscle blocks with every move, a true feast for the eyes.

  Clap clap clap......

  Many of the second-floor noble guests, having heard that there was a top-notch spendthrift lady, Wang Baisu, who had been losing money at King Duck's private club for a month, sent people to reward her. This young man with an unfamiliar face seems to be enjoying himself from the moment he stepped out.

  After Tie Mu finished performing the Crying Angel Fist, it was basically a stunning performance. The small stage was filled with rewards of money, which is a kind of appreciation for beauty, yes, a kind of praise for the majestic and masculine beauty.

  If it can be said that Tie Mu was stunning at this moment, then what happened next made the whole audience stunned. Ye Qing couldn't help but laugh wildly in his heart, and praised Tie Mu for being a material that really gets things done.

  Tiemu had never been so radiant before. More than twenty years of servitude had made everything about him so rigid and mechanical, he had never considered his own feelings, despite Ye Qing telling him to relax and not be so stiff many times. However, his experiences growing up in the Bloodstone City told him that relaxing meant making mistakes, and as a follower of the young master of the Bloodstone, making mistakes didn't just mean his own destruction, but also disaster for his family.

  However, tonight's unexpected performance was like a huge boulder falling from the cliff into Timur's heart sea, naturally stirring up a thousand waves. When Timur finished performing, he really let himself go for once and snapped his fingers at the waiter next to the stage, haha, this was the most unrestrained time in over 20 years, and when the young master snapped his fingers, was this the rhythm of exterminating the family?

  The waiter saw a fluttering red bill on the stage and quickly ran over. Tiemu jumped up and down for a while, naturally thirsty, took a cup of orange juice from the waiter's tray, and drank it all in one gulp. Then he directly grabbed a handful of bills and stuffed them into that large cup!

  The waiter whistled a happy tune and thanked loudly, but for the slightly farther away waiters, it was a regret that made their intestines turn green!

  However, there are still many opportunities. Although Tie Mu is a bit complacent, he will absolutely not become arrogant. The young master said that everything would be rewarded, and naturally, everything would be rewarded.

  How can I quickly reward them and get their thanks in return for fan value, this is a technical job.

  Tiemu pointed at the waiter from earlier and then pointed at the cash behind him, heh heh, almost all of the waiters came rushing over.

  Tiemu casually took something from their tray, pretended to taste it, and then tentatively rewarded ten people with 10,000 yuan each. As a result, eight of them thanked him, while two just nodded and bowed, including his grandfather who didn't say anything.

  Tie Mu was so angry that he wanted to go down and beat him up. Moreover, among the eight waiters who said thank you, half of them received tips and ran away after saying thank you.

  Alright, now that this round has received a reward, the service staff who understand the rules and can remain calm have been reduced to four. Tiemu directly gave each of them 100,000 yuan in tips, dazzling the eyes of those service staff who had run away.

  Such a straightforward on-site demonstration, the remaining dozens of waiters, all took the actions of these four waiters as textbooks, as standard answers to exams, and as the truth of life. In Tie Mu's subsequent rewards, they were actually able to thank him completely according to that pattern, it's really hard for them!

  At this time, Ye Qing repeatedly comforted himself in his heart that he must be able to calm down. Looking at the time, there were still over 40 minutes left. After Wu Dalang finished performing, there should be more than 20 minutes left for himself. As long as he grasped it well, completing the task shouldn't be a problem.

  Very well, Tie Mu has obtained more than 60 fans value in total. Anyway, Ye Qing received a reward of six fans value, now only 77 fans value away from completing the task.

  Haha, what a surprise! Now I have 67 fans left, it should be that Huang Laoxie or Tie Niu received fan value again. My task is now down to just 67 fan values left.

  The host was a handsome young man, dressed in glittering gold, very rich and majestic. He announced: "The rewards for this session exceeded 10 million, whether it's the rewards received or sent out, as long as a single session exceeds 10 million, you will receive a permanent VIP card from my private club and the honorary Golden Duck King title!"

  Wu Dalang looked at Tie Mu's hand holding a gold card, with a shiny golden duck pendant hanging from his neck, and his eyes lit up. It seems that Wu Dalang also had to get these two honors, because Wu Dalang was confident, even if it was just a one-yuan reward, he could give out at least 1 million yuan! And Ye Qing's instruction to Wu Dalang was to control the time within one minute!

  When the host announced that the next performer was Wu Dalang, the scene also caused a stir, after all, there are not many people who dare to call themselves Wu Dalang!

  But when they saw that Wu Dalang was indeed a dark and short man, there were only sighs of disappointment all around, and it was almost as if they had thrown rotten eggs at him.

  Wu Dalang smiled at everyone with an extremely lewd expression, and then licked his thick lips. When Wu Dalang was about to imitate Tie Mu by taking off his outer jacket, the audience below became unwilling, and some had already thrown down fruit peels and whatnot.