Chapter 11: Your Stacked Wave Blade Baby's Initiation Is Hot!

Exactly!

Fan Hou thinks he's basically the owner of a face fruit.

Otherwise, on what basis does the money supervisor treat Xu Wei so politely? "Can I really make some requests?"

Xu Wei is also bewildered, and feels the money supervisor is being this courteous because of Fan Hou's face.

"Of course, as long as it's not too excessive, that's fine."

The money chief nods slightly.

"I have no demands regarding monthly salary, but I hope the contract term isn't too long."

"Compensation can increase as my strength rises."

"Also, I'd like to advance ten thousand yuan of salary."

Xu Wei's request isn't unreasonable.

Normally, Martial Companies don't set long contract terms for Martial Artists.

Compensation also rises with strength.

Black Martial Companies are the exception.

The only thing—advancing salary—is a bit excessive.

"Xiao Wei, normally, Martial Companies don't have a practice of paying salary in advance."

Fan Hou also thinks it's excessive.

Of course.

He can see that Xu Wei must be short of money to say that.

But even if his own face is big, he can't let the money supervisor break the rules.

"It's a minor matter; give me a contact method and account, and I'll have finance transfer it later."

The money supervisor waves his hand, his smile growing richer.

Favor can't be given too obviously.

If he weren't afraid of seeming deliberate, he'd really want to give Xu Wei a hundred to two hundred thousand.

Fan Hou—surprised!

My face is really big!

Brother Fan's face is really big!

Xu Wei—happy!

"Then thank you, money supervisor."

"You're welcome, no problem; Xiao Wei, just sign the contract."

The money supervisor hands over a contract directly.

Although the other side is enthusiastic, a contract isn't trivial, so Xu Wei still reads it carefully.

"This money supervisor is indeed much better than Feng Jun."

"The Annual Salary is set at the top tier of one hundred thousand, and the term is only one year."

"Moreover, it notes consideration for my Martial Arts College Entrance Exam."

"For these two months, just meet the minimum KPI."

Xu Wei is a bit surprised, glancing secretly at Fan Hou.

He thinks Fan Hou's face is also too big.

Otherwise, the money supervisor certainly wouldn't give him such a good contract.

It's practically a script from the plains.

Without further thought, Xu Wei signs and fills out his personal information.

"OK, from now on you're a member of our Slash Yao Martial Dao Company."

"According to the contract, considering you're preparing for the college entrance exam, we won't disturb you normally."

"When a mission arises, Fan Hou will inform you."

"As for salary, I'll have finance transfer it to you before noon."

"Xiao Wei, do you have any other questions?"

The money supervisor, while taking the contract, laughs.

"Yo, isn't this the money supervisor of Slash Yao Martial Dao Company?"

"Even a lowly junior Martial Artist needs you to collect personally?"

"Your company also has a lot of dead people?"

Xu Wei is about to speak when a sarcastic voice comes over.

"Feng Jun, why are you being sarcastic?"

"Nothing, just being sarcastic for a moment."

From a short distance, Feng Jun looks at the money supervisor and Xu Wei signing the contract, somewhat displeased.

He can dominate other small companies with his influence.

But the Slash Yao Martial Dao Company, like the Feng Family, has a mid-level martial general stationed, so they can't ignore him.

"Nerve!"

The money supervisor withdraws his gaze: "Alright, Xiao Wei, don't mind those Feng family members; that martial general in their clan is a thug who rose to the top."

"If the top beam is crooked, the lower beams will be warped; the whole clan's atmosphere will be bad, you don't need to say anything."

"Understood."

Xu Wei nods.

A few people chatted for a while again.

A staff member of the Martial Arts Association delivered a Martial Artist tag.

The Martial Artist tag is just an iron plaque.

Only, it has a hidden QR code on it.

It can be read by a device to retrieve the data, then connect to the Martial Arts Association's Martial Artist database to verify the Martial Artist's identity.

"That Money Supervisor, Brother Fan, I still have to go to school, so I'll take my leave first."

"If there's a mission, please call me to notify."

"Study is important, the mission isn't urgent; you can go back first."

Money Supervisor and Fan Hou said with a smile.

They saw Xu Wei off as he left.

Fan Hou smiled, "Old Money, I have something to tell you."

"What do you call me?"

Money Supervisor was taken aback for a moment.

"Old Money, huh."

"Is that wrong?"

Fan Hou patted his head.

Money Supervisor fell silent.

Although they knew this kid was a scatterbrain, overly familiar, and carefree.

He used to be quite respectful toward them.

Just now, he also called them Money Supervisor, Money Supervisor.

Now he turns his head and calls them Old Money? Is he losing it? "It's nothing."

"If there's something, just say it."

Fan Hou rubbed his hands, "Lately I'm a bit short on cash; I need to advance a month's salary."

"Tell the finance department, will you?"

"Advance salary? What are you thinking, eating air?"

Money Supervisor widened his eyes.

"Huh?"

"What do you mean, huh? You didn't happen to see Xu Wei advance his salary, did you? And you want to advance yours too?"

Money Supervisor knew immediately what he was talking about.

"Exactly."

Fan Hou said blankly, "So Old Money, you didn't take Xiao Wei out of courtesy to let him advance his salary?"

"Out of respect for you?"

"I'm a senior Martial Artist, you're a mid‑rank Martial Artist; do I need to save face for you?"

"Don't you have any AC points in your mind?"

Money Supervisor sneered: This left Fan Hou completely baffled, and he asked cautiously, "Money Supervisor, why did you recruit Xiao Wei, and give him so much face?"

"Why recruit him?"

Money Supervisor said with a funny expression, "Simple."

"Just because he's a genius!

Super Genius"

"He, Xu Wei, Super Genius?"

Fan Hou was shocked, his eyes nearly bulging out.

"Yes!

The Xu Wei just now is Steward Liu Yue's student."

"He only scored a little over eight hundred pounds in yesterday's Monthly Exam, yet today he comes to certify as a Martial Artist."

"Moreover, I just shook hands with him and found his body temperature unusually high."

"What does that indicate? You should know, right?"

Hiss!

Fan Hou's mouth gaped, his gaze vacant, feeling he had just heard the most unbelievable thing in the world.

Super Genius!

How rare! Xu Wei, a junior Martial Artist, turned out to be such a Super Genius? That's enough.

And he even ran into me? Running into him is one thing!

I even pretended to be impressive with him, saying that training for ten or eight years could make me a mid‑rank Martial Artist like him... Xu Wei, a bona fide Super Genius, becomes a mid‑rank Martial Artist in just a month or two.

Ten or eight years? Ahhh.

Thinking of this, Fan Hou couldn't help shouting, "Dark history, so damn embarrassing!"

"I tell you, kid, your luck is amazing; you found a heaven‑born treasure in a junior dungeon."

"Now you're coming to certify as a mid‑rank Martial Artist and still run into a Super Genius."

"Running into him is one thing, but befriending him—this luck is simply unparalleled."

Money Supervisor couldn't help sighing.

Befriending a Super Genius is equivalent to befriending a General.

This favor is no less than finding a top‑grade heavenly treasure!

Is this thing a koi? "But compared with you, someone from the Feng Family is just like an eyebrow pencil."

Supervisor Qian looked at Feng Jun in the near distance, and his smile grew broader.

…Feng Jun yawned, "Who's scolding me?"

…"Martial Artist Subsidy 1,000 yuan, salary advance 10,000 yuan."

"Red Blood Pill, 100 hundred yuan each, one piece; this is enough for me to buy 110 Red Blood Pills."

"At a rate of one per two hours, only twelve a day are needed."

"In other words, if the Qi‑and‑Blood Baby and the Die Lang Dao Baobao stop having episodes,"

"These pills would last me at least nine days."

"No… not right."

"If the Die Lang Dao Baobao reaches Entry Level, I can learn another Martial Skill."

"Maybe the consumption will even decrease."

"If it can be reduced a bit more, this money could also be shared with dad and mom."

"And Qingqing, she's been craving Demon God Ice Cream for a long time."

Now that he has money, Xu Wei's mood lifts, and as he walks toward the school, he gestures with the Layered Wave Sword.

Training in martial arts is like literary creation.

It hinges on a spark of inspiration.

Xu Wei is in high spirits, and various insights about the Layered Wave Sword surge in his mind.

Soon.

Your Die Lang Dao Baobao has entered Entry Level! Awesome!