Return of the King, Chapter 521 - 521 510 Earning a Little Money

??521: Chapter 510: Earning a Little Money

521: Chapter 510: Earning a Little Money

Song Yun could only respond with a wry smile of helplessness.

He had planned to use his free ti to revisit all the contents of this videotape, which captured the footage from his missions.

Little did he know that such a precious item would be used as a tool to motivate his underlings.

“Fine, but you better take good care of it.

I plan to watch it a few tis when I’ve got nothing to do,” Song Yun said.

“Thinking back, those days were really tough.

It was nothing but training and missions.

If you died, they wouldn’t even bother to bury you.

Sigh, there were originally forty-five soldiers in my batch, and only three of us graduated successfully.

You should know that those guys were all big shots, none of them easy to ss with.”

“Is the Hunter Academy really that terrible?

Is it worse than our clan’s training?” Hua Manlou asked with dissatisfaction.

He believed that the training in their clan was the truly frightening one.

“Each has its own characteristics.

Our clan’s training focuses on the sinister aspects, while the Hunter Academy emphasizes the all-around developnt of the soldier.

Back in the day, we received nurous assignnts to encircle and suppress enemies, and the most dangerous one involved a giant serpent, damn it.

That snake must have been over ten ters long and almost looked like it was turning into a spirit.

If I hadn’t shown my divine power later, more than one or two people would’ve died for sure,” Song Yun recounted.

“I saw that part; it was indeed very tough.

The Hunter Academy’s reputation was spread this way,” Zhao Yan said earnestly.

“It’s only in the midst of cruel death that one can learn true survival.

Perhaps the Hunter Academy exists with this belief.”

“Thinking back to when eating a stead bun was like celebrating New Year’s…

Man, we worked more than anyone else and ate worse than dogs.

Our food was literally the leftovers from those guard dogs.

Damn it,” Song Yun said angrily.

“Let’s not talk about this anymore; it just makes

sad.

How’s the situation in Sunan lately?”

“Everything’s great.

Our funds have piled up to a very high level, and our net profits can reach over ten million a month, sothing we couldn’t have even imagined before,” Wang Hu said with a laugh.

“It used to be that earning one or two ten thousand a month was a cause for happiness, but now one hundred and ten thousand a month doesn’t feel like much anymore.”

“You’ve all been spoiled, damn it.

Let’s see if you’d feel sothing if I cut your salaries,” Song Yun joked.

“By the way, I got a piece of news I’m not sure is true.

There’s word that Fierce Tiger is making so moves,” Zhao Yan said seriously.

“And it’s also said that Gulang can’t bear it any longer and has started planning to swallow Fierce Tiger.”

“That kind of news doesn’t matter.

Let’s just close our doors and watch them fight it out.

When they’re at each other’s throats, that’s when we jump out and take advantage,” Song Yun suggested.

“That’s what I was thinking too.

But Wild Wolf and Fierce Tiger have indeed been stirring quite a bit these past few days; they’ve clashed no less than a dozen tis, each ending with both sides severely injured,” Zhao Yan added.

“Then get on with it.

I’d like to see how two large organizations go at it.

Oh right, help

to ss with a company’s market price and make a profit from it,” Song Yun suddenly rembered sothing and instructed.

“Which company?”

“The one previously owned by Li Shishi.

She’s been pressured by her family to hand that company over to soone else, so I want to see if we can take a shot at the new owner and make so pocket money for ourselves along the way.”

Tenglong Club, a place where Song Yun once accompanied Li Shishi to a class reunion.

This club was infamous in Sunan; it was divided into several zones depending on who was there.

There were areas for dining, singing, exercising, and also a bar and a dance floor, along with various high-cost VIP rooms.

Inside one of these rooms, a man and two won were drinking and partying.

It appeared that the man was fortunate today, surrounded by two beautiful won with impressive figures.

“Uncle, I really owe you one this ti.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have known how to deal with that kid,” Qi Yu said, draping herself over the man, her hand involuntarily caressing his chest, having already teased the man for so ti.

“Heh heh, that was nothing, really.

With just a few people on my side, I could easily play him to death.

A little punk dares to cross my niece; I’ll make sure he regrets it,” the man laughed, his hands boldly sneaking into the plunging necklines of the two won’s outfits and busily playing with one each.

“Exactly, I believe in your power; it’s definitely not sothing that kid can contend with.

And it’s thanks to you that I’m here enjoying myself today,” the woman beside him cooed before flattering him.

“Xiao Ning, my uncle is much more generous than the guy you were with last ti, right?” Qi Yu boasted proudly.

“Uncle, how big of an impact do you think this matter will have?

I hope it won’t just get suppressed in a couple of days.”

“Impossible.

The internet army under my command is in the thousands.

I can manipulate the mood of the netizens with ease.

Just throw out a couple of fake news items and those netizens will be the sharpest knives in our hands,” the man brutally kissed Qi Yu on the mouth and declared.

“Uncle, I want a kiss too, you can’t favor Qi Yu just because she’s your niece,” Xiao Ning eagerly offered up her curves for the man’s fondling.

“Alright, alright, I’ll give Xiao Ning a kiss too,” the man chuckled.

The man was lean, with black-rimd glasses perched on his nose.

Each of his features taken separately could be considered attractive, but together they resembled a car crash scene—horrifically painful to look at.

Any normal aesthetic standard would not consider this man handso, nor would anyone choose to be involved in eye-defying activities with him.

But then there’s the saying, when God closes a door, He also opens a window, and this saying suited this man to a tee.

He may not have had the physique of a fitness coach or the handso face of a celebrity, but he had one extraordinary brother.

While the average Asian male is often stereotyped for being undersized, this man was different.

Not only that, but his family was quite wealthy, owning a large factory that made a substantial sum each year.

That’s what brought him such popularity with won.

Most won are creatures that recognize money over people.

As long as you have money, no matter who you are, you can have a great ti with them.

Generally, this man would use his money to charm these won.

Once the won took the bait, they would discover, my God, this incredibly ugly man has such impressive ‘substance’.

He, with his own unique gifts, garnered the adoration of many won.

What use is it being handso anyway?

Can you eat it?

If a handso guy could only last five seconds in bed, the won would rather choose an ugly man who could last several hours.