Chapter 1502: This is the price

This damn thing is getting more and more reckless, still daring to set its sights on Little Ye Zhangqing.

Abduct someone? You damn probably don't want to walk out of this hall alive.

Yun Xiantai's eyes already showed undisguised killing intent; seeing that, Zhao Jie also panicked.

Feeling helpless, he could only repeatedly offer apologetic smiles to the three of Yun Xiantai.

You say, even if you wanted to rob, could you at least speak behind people's backs? This person is right in front of you, and you just blurted it out so shamelessly.

However, Zhao Jie also knows his elder brother's temperament; all he can say is that he's already used to it.

"Yun Brother, my elder brother didn't mean that; he was just making a casual joke. Yun Brother, don't take it to heart."

Upon hearing that, seeing Zhao Rou still wanting to speak, Zhao Jie swiftly covered his mouth.

No need to think; anything that comes out of the elder brother's mouth is definitely not good.

Under Zhao Jie's repeated apologies, plus the persuasion of Shi Qingfeng and the other two, Yun Xiantai barely managed to quell his anger.

He coldly glanced at the Zhao Rou trio, too lazy to waste more words with them, and spoke directly.

"You've already eaten the meal; just say it straight—this is the price my Haotu Shijie is offering."

Huh???

"Price?"

"Yes, you help my Haotu Shijie seize the Tiāndào Qìyùn; depending on how much you seize, you can eat for free in my Haotu Shijie—how about that?"

Huh???

Upon hearing that, Zhao Jie furrowed his brows; frankly speaking, from the bottom of his heart, he felt this was completely a joke.

"It's just a meal; even if it's delicious and its effects are indeed super strong, in the end it's still just a meal."

"To try to make them risk their lives over a meal—isn't that a bit too childish?"

Although Zhao Jie is still savoring the deliciousness just now, even feeling a sense of gain and loss, always wondering what to do if he can't eat it in the future.

But the remaining sliver of reason still tells him that this price is perhaps too low.

But this time, before he could speak, Zhao Rou chimed in first, saying simply, just two words.

"Deal."

As soon as those words were spoken, Zhao Jie was dazed—what just got agreed to?

On the other hand, Yun Xiantai was taken aback, glancing at Zhao Rou with some surprise—did that dog's mouth really spit out ivory?

Although he hasn't had much contact with Zhao Rou, this is absolutely the only comforting thing he's said so far.

"Elder Brother, you............."

"I think the price is just right, Second Brother—do you like eating this meal?"

Seeing Zhao Rou's self-evident expression, Zhao Jie felt gloomy.

"Is this a matter of liking or not? You should at least discuss the details before agreeing."

"For example, how much Tiāndào Qìyùn must be seized for one meal? Also, what's the standard of this meal—how many dishes, with or without alcohol, how many people? Aren't you going to ask these?"

"What if they just give you a steamed bun to get rid of you?"

Seeing Zhao Rou still licking his lips, savoring the aroma of the meal just now, Zhao Jie knew—well, he couldn't count on him.

Although Zhao Jie couldn't help but swallow his saliva at this moment, after all, someone still needs to hold down the household.

The elder brother is out of the question; seeing the third brother's dazed look, Zhao Jie knows his thoughts are the same as the elder's—also out of the question.

All he could do was force himself to speak.

"That Yun Brother, uh... we should still discuss the details, uh... like, if we cooperate, how much Tiāndào Qìyùn seized would exchange for one meal?"

As he spoke, Zhao Jie only felt the saliva in his mouth unstoppable; this thing, the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to eat it.

Zhao Jie stepped forward and discussed many detailed issues with the three of Yun Xiantai.

This includes the Zhao family three brothers stepping forward to invite more Space Pirates to Haotu Shijie to discuss cooperation.

As for that, Zhao Jie also agreed—after all, it's just a small matter.

However, this guy isn't stupid either—no rabbit, no hawk—he's willing to introduce other Space Pirates, but only if there's a reward.

As for what the reward is, that goes without saying—just provide meals.

The three of Yun Xiantai also readily agreed, promising Zhao Jie that for introducing a gang of Space Pirates, they'd provide a meal—at least five dishes and a soup.

Both sides quickly reached an agreement.

"Happy cooperation."

"Happy cooperation."

However, after the matter was settled, the Zhao Rou brothers showed no intention of leaving.

They sat there calm and composed, not even moving their buttocks.

Seeing that, Yun Xiantai frowned and said.

"What are you still doing here? Why don't you leave?"

This matter has been fully discussed, and yet you sit there silent—what do you want to do?

Upon hearing that, Zhao Jie had words on the tip of his tongue but held back; Zhao Rou, however, spoke bluntly.

"Old geezer, aren't you providing meals?"

Huh???

Upon hearing that, Yun Xiantai's face darkened; you damn well keep calling me 'old geezer' left and right, and still want me to provide meals? What are you dreaming about?

"Forget it, it's just a meal."

Shi Qingfeng beside him secretly sent a voice transmission to persuade: 'Anyway, Ye Zhangqing has been brought along; eating another lunch is no big deal.'

"If you want the horse to run, you've got to give it grass to eat."

Under Shi Qingfeng's persuasion, Yun Xiantai reluctantly nodded, though he still wore a displeased expression.

This damn thing, still wants to be fed—really pushing its luck.

Upon hearing there was still lunch, Wu Shou hurried to find Ye Zhangqing and briefly explained the matter.

The cooperation succeeded; Ye Zhangqing didn't care either way. For him, a few people's meals were nothing—just a simple matter.

"Grand Elder, rest assured, no problem."

"Thanks for the trouble."

"It's just a small thing—what's there to complain about? I'm also a person of Dao Yi Shengdi."

"Haha, that's right."

"For this lunch, Ye Zhangqing prepared a lavish spread—over ten dishes. Since we've cooperated, Dao Yi Shengdi shouldn't be stingy."

Looking at the table full of dishes, Zhao Rou and his two brothers stared wide-eyed.

Zhao Rou, this simpleton, looked even more like someone who'd never seen the world.

"Old man, you guys... this is wasteful."

"Huh???"

Upon hearing that, Yun Xiantai's face darkened, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.

"What's wasteful about a table of dishes? Leaving aside Ye Zhangqing's skill, even if you brought a hundred more tables, it wouldn't be a big deal for Dao Yi Shengdi."

"Let's eat."

He said it unhappily, but Zhao Rou obviously wasn't the type to stand on ceremony; before Yun Xiantai finished speaking, he had already picked up his chopsticks and started eating heartily.

While eating, he mumbled to his two brothers.

"Second brother, third brother, hurry up and eat."

The three brothers truly don't treat themselves as outsiders; in the blink of an eye, a plate of food was already empty.

Yun Xiantai's three also hurriedly joined the fray—joking, if they didn't pick up their chopsticks soon, there'd be nothing left for them on this table.

With the addition of Yun Xiantai's three, the "battle" instantly intensified, and Zhao Rou grew annoyed.

"Old man, how can you, as the host, still be fighting the guests for food? You have no manners at all."