Douluo: Ning Rongrong summons players to dominate the continent

In the early morning, Ning Rongrong woke up. The weather was good. The cold wind that had been howling for several days finally stopped briefly this morning.

She put on her dress and opened the window. Although it was still a little cold, it was a rare good weather.

Sitting by the window, enjoying the breeze and drinking hot tea, squinting and opening the bracelet to check last night's replay, just treat it like watching a variety show. Aren't the players more interesting than variety shows?

Sure enough, when she saw the players wrestling one after another like a gourd, she laughed out loud and her eyes narrowed into crescents.

It's nothing if one person wrestles, but the scene of hundreds of people wrestling one after another is very spectacular.Hahahaha I was laughing so hard!

The system heard the sound and walked in. What he saw at first glance was a certain female cat with her tail swaying, her little ears twitching, huddled on the soft couch by the window and trembling with laughter.

Her whole body was trembling into a ball, she was cute, soft and harmless.

The system sighed and raised its forehead: "With a boss like you who takes pleasure in misfortune, the players are so unlucky."

Ning Rongrong tilted his head: "I saw something interesting. In addition to a hundred wrestling postures, there is also..."

"And Su Momo, Northwest Feng and the others?"

She turned to look at the system: "Hey, hey? How do you know?"

The system was helpless: "Only a fool can't see it."

"Then do you think they can make it?" Ning Rongrong persisted in discussing with the system.

The system really thought about it carefully: "It's hard to say, a serious straight man who is a gamer and a straight girl who is funny and funny, both think that the other is their best brother."

Her eyes were bright: "Wow, the male and female protagonists with such attributes are so good! I'm so impressed!"

The system said with an indifferent expression: "Oh, but they even insulted you and Zhu Zhuqing."

Ning Rongrong: "..." Khan.

The protagonist quickly came to them before she said a few words. She stared blankly at Su Momo and Northwest Feng each holding a thick dozen of paper and began to give impassioned speeches.

In short, the content is about players making money and getting rich one, two, three or ten. There are quite a lot of ways to make money, such as using Su Ling’s snacks, pastries, milk tea, soup packets and seasoning packets, and the modern popular blind boxes to deceive nobles’ money. Handmade ornaments, etc.

Ning Rongrong's head was pounding after hearing so many ways to make money. Seeing that Su Momo was still talking about No. 20, Northwest Feng was also ready to answer and add information and couldn't sit still.

"Wait a minute, please stop for a moment." She said, and the two of them were confused: "What's wrong with Rongbao? If we give [-]% of the money-making methods to the Qibao Glazed Sect, won't they also increase the sect's wealth?"

Ning Rongrong's face was filled with difficulty: "It's impossible to make money by making money. Well, well, you may not know much about our sect's situation."

What's the meaning?The two looked at each other in confusion, really unable to understand.

Fortunately, Ning Rongrong kindly explained: "You are the ones who are poor, not the Qibao Glazed Sect! Uh, okay, you may not understand this. I remember that the funds for researching guns and ammunition seem to be insufficient?"

Su Momo nodded blankly, not understanding why Ning Rongrong was so confused and talking about funding.

"Now you go to my father to ask for a batch of funds, and you will know later. My explanation is not intuitive." Ning Rongrong smiled and sent away the two confused people.

Then enjoy your breakfast slowly, soft-boiled eggs are forever delicious!

Su Momo stood at the door of the room, blowing the wind and looking at each other in a daze: "What's going on? Did you hear what she said? It's us who are poor, not the Qibao Glazed Sect. What does this mean? We are making money for the sect and ourselves. what is the relationship?"

Northwest Feng: "Well, won't you know it when you go up to see Sect Master Ning?"

"That's right, let's go take a look. It's time to ask for funds." The two of them rushed to the door of Ning Fengzhi's study on the top floor with full of doubts and curiosity.

The players are so aggressive that no one is allowed to enter the study room, except for these two who have always been reliable.

Ning Fengzhi came over and opened the door for them to sit down without saying anything.

Looking at the middle-aged man with a gentle smile across from him, Northwest Feng decided to get straight to the point: "That sect, we don't have enough funds to research new weapons.

I went to the accounting clerk before, but he said that I needed the sect's handwriting and seal to withdraw large amounts. "

His voice became softer as he spoke. It had been less than two months since they last started research and they had created more than 20 gold coins, but it was not their fault.

Although there is no mass production, but you have to try various material configurations and assembly, does it not require consuming a lot of materials?

In addition, they have to pay gold coins as wages to the players who work, so the money will definitely be wasted.

Thinking of this, even though he had always been calm, he couldn't help but burst into tears. He was heartbroken because he spent money too quickly.

He is so frugal that every gold coin spent by stingy players will never be wasted on the blade. Unfortunately, there is no way to save on gun research and improvement.

Su Momo and him cheered each other up. It was the support that the sect master said. They didn't spend the normal funds randomly. Isn't it very reasonable?
Ning Fengzhi didn't even think about it: "Oh? So long? It's beyond my expectation. I thought you would come here a long time ago. I forgot to write you a handwritten letter last time."

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief, and then heard him continue: "How many gold coins are needed this time?"

Su Momo and Northwest Feng thought for a while, making eye contact to discuss in the private chat interface. Finally, Northwest Feng hesitantly stretched out a palm with five fingers: "These are enough."

Seeing that Ning Fengzhi didn't say anything after hearing this, he was a little worried: "Is it..." A bit too much?This expression seems to be lowered?Okay, that's barely enough.

Su Momo bit her lip, where could she find anyone to ask for money?The little rich woman is really going to cry and beg for the krypton gold system. She is so embarrassed for only hundreds of thousands, but she is still hesitant, ugh.

Ning Fengzhi was silent for a while, with a strange expression on his face. He seemed to want to say something but didn't say it. The two of them suddenly thought: Is it really too much? I wanted to quote a lower number. He said, "Okay, that's it." .”

It seems a bit reluctant, but the money is coming!The two of them smiled slightly and took the handwritten letter written by Ning Fengzhi. After a glance, they both turned into stone sculptures.

The amount of gold coins written in the handwriting seems like zero is a bit too much?One, two, three, hmm hmm?A full eight zeros?

Su Momo said blankly: "Sect Master Ning, is this 5000 million? Did you write it wrong?"

Ning Fengzhi was confused: "No, don't you want 5000 million? I'm not worried about it. If it's not enough, come back to me in a few days to ask for it!"

Ahhh? ? ?
Sect Master, what are you talking about!The two of them were horrified.

Northwest Feng was silent, although he wanted 50, and he was worried that the other party would not give him too much, but in the end - Lord Sect Master, why didn't you play your cards according to the routine?

He held the handwritten note and felt it was so heavy that he didn't know what to say. Well, happiness came so quickly, like a tornado.

I originally thought that there were too many, but it turned out that there were too few and I was worried that they wouldn’t have enough?