Chapter 297: Chapter 297

"I told you, anyone who sees him will think he’s a cheat, hmm? No, what?" Gong Qiang snapped back to reality, surprised, "You believe him?"

He pointed at Qian Qi’s dirt-covered dog costume, incredulous, "Him, dressed , appearing in the military camp! Saying he can find the instance that the Seven Great Families can’t, do you believe that?"

Su Ang nodded, "Yeah, I believe it."

Gong Qiang was completely stunned.

No way? Why? Why do you and Nangong Yan both believe him?

Where did he go wrong that he can’t see eye to eye with Su Ang and Nangong Yan?

Could it be the generation gap?!

"Alas!" Qian Qi sympathetically patted Gong Qiang’s arm, "Brother Qiang, don’t be too upset, not everyone is born with a clever mind."

"You better shut up." Gong Qiang was a little disillusioned, deciding not to think about it since he couldn’t find an answer, mumbling to Su Ang, "What to do, he wants a lot of money for calculating the position, do we need to hold a meeting?"

Su Ang raised an eyebrow slightly, the Gong Qiang he knew wouldn’t proactively bring up giving money. Knowing Gong Qiang’s temperament, he should have dragged Qian Qi off to find the instance he mentioned, not talk about money here.

Could it be... she’s already trained Gong Qiang?

Su Ang couldn’t help but glance at Qian Qi again.

Qian Qi firmly planted the fortune-telling banner into the ground, righteously saying, "What are you looking at! You don’t want to pay up?"

Su Ang stared at Qian Qi, letting out a slight sigh.

In the end, she still couldn’t stand by indifferently, even risking exposure of her abilities before the Seven Great Families, but thankfully, she still knew how to disguise it a bit.

Though... her disguise was quite doggy.

Su Ang stood up, the hem of his gray thin blanket swaying but not slipping an inch off his shoulders, he asked, "Hong City, how many underground A-level dungeons are there?"

"There are 4 exploded A-level instances." Qian Qi answered honestly.

Su Ang slightly lowered his gaze, there are 4 exploded, so it seems there are still un-exploded A-level instances?

Nangong Yan also raised a hand to lightly knock his chin, appearing thoughtful.

Gong Qiang calculated, "40 billion, do you have enough money? He calculated one C-level instance for 2 billion and 500 bucks."

"500 bucks?" Su Ang glanced sideways, wondering where that leftover amount came from.

"Uh..." Gong Qiang pointed to Qian Qi, "I got his costume dirty... dry-cleaning fee."

"...then you pay for it yourself." Su Ang said coldly, then asked Qian Qi again, "What about the others? How many B-level instances, how many C-level instances?"

"B-level 6, C-level 7." Qian Qi added, "B-level instances 6 billion, C-level instances 1 billion."

Su Ang pondered, "83 billion... Brother Gong, you go have a video call meeting, directly ask them for 166 billion, just say you can find Hong City’s underground instances."

"Huh?" Gong Qiang was dumbfounded, "Why me?"

"You found the person, naturally, you go tell them." Su Ang draped the thin blanket over his arm, lightly saying, "The credit is naturally yours too."

"Nangong Yan was there too." Gong Qiang immediately grabbed Nangong Yan next to him, pushing the responsibility onto him, clearly, he was very reluctant to host the meeting, "He was with me."

"Then go together with Nangong Yan." Su Ang specifically repeated the point, "Go together to ask for 166 billion."

"Oh." Gong Qiang picked up the Mystic Black Hammer, glanced at Nangong Yan to indicate to go find a place for the meeting together.

Nangong Yan turned to Qian Qi, smiling lightly, "Maestro, won’t you join us on the journey?" Follow current novᴇls on 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕·𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎·𝚗𝚎𝚝

Qian Qi quickly waved his hand, raising half a palm, "As a monk, I don’t seek fame, just money is fine."

Nangong Yan smiled slightly, then walked with Gong Qiang towards the headquarters command, while Lin Shujun, having listened in confusion for a long time, only realized to send someone to arrange accommodation for Xi Pingzhe and others after Su Ang reminded him.

For a moment, only Qian Qi and Su Ang were left at the scene.

The sound of wood burning came from the nearby bonfire, making a faint crackling noise. In the late night, Su Ang looked down at the girl standing still in place, finally speaking up.

Qian Qi rubbed her gray-white dog belly, "Hungry."

A faint smile flickered through Su Ang’s eyes, he pinched the thin blanket with his long fingers, turning around to lead the way, "Let’s go, I’ll take you to eat."

Qian Qi quickly trotted along, both of them tacitly silent all the way, until they finished eating, Su Ang took her to his tent, watching her remove the dog head mask, then took off a Defense Helmet inside.

The girl’s hair was already a sweaty mess, usually coarse and rugged, now sticking to her forehead and cheeks without any aesthetic appeal, even her normally slightly full lips were a bit dehydrated. She was starving, sitting cross-legged in the tent, ungainly shoveling braised pork and shredded potatoes from the bowl into her mouth, gulping it down.

Su Ang stared at her silently for a while before slowly speaking, "Tomorrow, you don’t have to wear the Defense Helmet."

With him around, he wouldn’t allow her to be attacked by Magic Beasts.

So, she doesn’t need to be so burdened.

Qian Qi was stunned for a moment, realizing he’d be accompanying them tomorrow, she nodded, "Alright."

With that, she continued shoveling food.

The system observed Su Ang’s quietly flowing concern in his eyes, then glanced at Qian Qi who was shoveling food, pondering: [Qian Qi, he’s flirting with you.]

Qian Qi scorned, "Nonsense, this is the proper protection for valuable talent."

The system panel didn’t believe it, it went to stick itself on Su Ang’s chest, then clicked its tongue, conceding: [Heart rate 85, he’s really not flirting with you.]

She now wanted to mix the system into her food and eat it together.

After finally filling up, Qian Qi asked the question she always wanted to, "Senior Su, why did you tell Gong Qiang to ask for double the money?"

"Developing underground instances requires manpower and resources." Su Ang tidied up the slightly messy pillows in the tent, placing Qian Qi’s finished bowls and chopsticks outside the tent, "All these cost money, so naturally we can’t just ask them to pay for hiring you."

"Oh..." Qian Qi’s expression visibly dimmed.

Su Ang paused, "...The remaining can be yours."

Qian Qi’s eyes immediately lit up, "Really?!"

"Hmm, they don’t care about this little money." Su Ang found it amusing, "As long as you don’t mind them taking all the credit to the Seven Great Families."

"I don’t mind! I don’t mind at all!" Qian Qi said excitedly!

Fame isn’t as useful as money, she wants money!

"Put your mask back on, in case Gong Qiang and the others come, I’ll get you some hot water." He put the dog head mask back on Qian Qi’s head, stood up, and left the tent, zipping it up before bending down to pick up the dishes on the ground.

[Hmm...]The observing system panel this time affirmed, [Understood, this is not treating you as a wife, this is treating you as an old aunt who can’t take care of herself.]

Qian Qi: ..."If you stop talking, no one will think you’re mute."

[I didn’t talk in the first place.]The system said matter-of-factly, [I’m displaying text, not voice!]