Shocking Venomous Consort: Frivolous Miss

Chapter 4622 Little master of flattery

“That’s right, that’s right, you’re indeed young master Ling, Pavilion master Ling, workshop master Ling. Your eyes are really different. I didn’t even say anything, and you’ve already thought of it. With young master Ling’s age, cultivation level, eyes, and wisdom, it’ll be hard for you not to advance to the God level in this trip to the virtual sky World. Oh, that’s right, I heard that you’re already at the God level, which means you’re at the venerable level. That’s right, if even someone as bright and sharp as young master Ling can’t advance to the venerable level, it’ll be unforgivable by the heavens. ” I’m just lucky to have met a prodigy like young master Ling. It’s my great fortune …” Deacon Jin slapped his leg and laughed so hard that his fat trembled. His words were full of flattery.

” Ugh …” Ling Yixin and the others retched. They were utterly disgusted.

“Alright, alright, stop talking. How much is it? ” Ling Chuxi was also disgusted. If you wanted to collect money, you should have just said so. How could you be so disgusting? even miss Ling, who had an unusually strong mental fortitude, was so disgusted that she was about to vomit. This Deacon Jin was also a talent!

” One room costs 100000 five-colored spirit stones a day. ” Deacon Jin immediately shut his mouth and said simply and fluently.

” 100000? why don’t you just Rob someone?” Ling Yixuan’s eyes were about to pop out. This was also because Ling Chuxi had returned, and the Ling family had also become rich. If it had been the Ling family of the past, she would not have been able to save 10000 Yuan for pocket money even if she saved for ten years, let alone 100000 Yuan, and it was only for a day.

At first, he thought that Deacon Jin was a good person, but it turned out that he was here to extort money. Ling Yixuan and the others took back their words.

“Sigh, 100000 Yuan isn’t a lot. Look at the room and feel the spiritual energy. It’s really not a lot.” Deacon Jin didn’t get angry and said patiently.

“Deacon Jin, do I have to pay for the rooms below as well?” Ling Chuxi asked.

She didn’t care about the millions of five-colored spirit stones, but she didn’t want to be cheated by others. This fatty Jin had thought that he was a good person at first, but it turned out that he was just a money-grubber. No wonder Ji Shiyuan had warned him before he left. However, it seemed that this guy was only concerned about profit and didn’t care about Ji Shiyuan’s face at all. That’s right, for people who value money very much, would face be something they could eat? Can it be used? Can it be used as money? No! Therefore, money was not the most practical thing in the world. Ling Chuxi, on the other hand, did not feel any disgust towards this fatty Jin. Whether the judgement Committee was a God or not, they also needed to eat, drink, and wear clothes. They also had a lot of expenses, so it was normal to collect money. There was no fish in clear water, and this fatty looked very happy. Ling Chuxi felt that it was very normal for the incipient God Hall to collect fees.

“I won’t take the rooms on the first floor, and the rooms on the second floor will cost 20000 a day. However, with young master Ling’s eyesight, he should be able to see that the first and second floor can’t be compared to the third floor. If you want to advance to the God-level or the venerable-level, it’s worth it to spend more money.” When attendant Jin heard Ling Chuxi ask about the first floor, he thought that she was reluctant to part with the money and quickly flattered her again.

“That’s true, but 100000 is too much. It’s fine if it’s less, but it’s so much. Let’s go to the first floor.” Ling Chuxi shook her head and put on an act. She didn’t mind the fees, but that didn’t mean that miss Ling was a spendthrift! This fatty Jin wanted to take the opportunity to get some benefits. Don’t think that she didn’t see it.

“How about this, for the sake of great master Ji, 80000.” Deacon Jin’s face was filled with pain.

“No, it’s still too expensive.” Ling Chuxi continued to shake her head.

“Sixty thousand.” Deacon Jin gritted his teeth. His expression was even more painful than if his flesh was cut.