The debt repayment life of the full-level metaphysics

Chapter 1227 Arrangements

Master Qu Lin and the rest of the chief referee team were all sitting in front of the monitor, staring at the monitor above.

Naturally, they also saw Jiangli and others entering the elevator.

It's just that the surveillance camera in the elevator has no recording function and no sound can be heard.

Not sure what they were talking about.

The representative of Dahe from Sang Country was chatting with President Qu Lin with a smile.

Uncle Wei Jiu didn't quite understand the language of Sangguo, so he could barely hear the general idea, and he should be praising Jiangli and the others.

President Qu Lin's face was calm, and he occasionally agreed, but he seemed to be in a bad mood.

Seeing this scene, Uncle Wei Jiu frowned, walked behind President Qu Lin, knocked on the back of his chair, and said, "President, can we talk in another place, I have something to tell you."

President Qu Lin looked back at him, exchanged greetings with the representatives of Sang Country next to him, then got up, and whispered to Uncle Wei Jiu: "Come here."

Wei Jiushu followed behind him and entered the small meeting room next door.

As soon as he entered and closed the door, Uncle Wei Jiu couldn't suppress his turbulent emotions, and said, "President, isn't the content of this competition too much?"

President Qu Lin walked to the sofa next to him and sat down, hugging his teacup, his expression was a little uncomfortable, "Do you think I did it on purpose?"

Wei Jiushu frowned and didn't speak.

President Qu Lin lowered his voice, and said: "This is the initiative of Sang Country. They want to make the competition more difficult, even provocative in words. If Hua Country is unable to hold this competition, we can Go to their Sang Country, they will arrange a series of difficult competition content, don't worry about us, you hear this, can you refuse?"

Uncle Wei Jiu said angrily: "Damn, they still have the face to say that?"

President Qu Lin sighed: "We have been so poor all these years... No wonder others looked down upon us. If we don't win this competition, our Huaguo Xuanmen Association will really have no place to stand. Otherwise, old nine, Why do you think I am so humble, and want Jiang Li to be returned to the Taoist list?"

Uncle Wei Jiu was taken aback, and his doubts seemed to have been resolved.

His expression suddenly became a little complicated, he blamed himself and felt wronged for President Qu Lin, "Even if Jiang Li comes back, it may not be..."

"At least her return will increase the odds of winning." President Qu Lin interrupted him, and said, "Isn't it?"

Wei Jiushu choked.

Even if he doesn't like Jiang Li, he has to admit that Jiang Li does have some real skills.

Be regarded as the leader among the young generation.

The existence of Jiang Li can indeed increase their chances of winning.

only……

Uncle Wei Jiu still had some doubts in his heart, "What if this Jiang Li is really Jiang Li from 800 years ago?"

President Qu Lin frowned.

Seeing this, Uncle Wei Jiu sat down opposite him, and continued his efforts: "Also, President, you also said that according to the manuals left by past presidents, 800 years ago, our Taoist Association suffered countless casualties, and it was Jiang Li who killed him. If this Jiangli is really Jiangli 800 years ago, will she really help us? Will she not repeat the mistakes of 800 years ago?"

President Qu Lin's fingers tapped on his teacup repeatedly.

After a while, he raised his head, stared into Uncle Wei Jiu's eyes, and said in a low voice, "So, Lao Jiu, you have to do something for me, and we have to stay back."

Wei Jiushu immediately said: "What does the president want to do?"

President Qu Lin said: "I have arrangements for this matter, listen to me..."

He moved a little closer, put down the teacup, and whispered something to Uncle Wei Jiu.

(End of this chapter)