A scrap collection station comes to mind

Ma Santong was also exhausted mentally and physically. He and Chen Jianli had a good personal relationship, and they often washed feet together.

Relying on this relationship, he also talked to Chen Jianli, but Chen Jianli didn't listen and still went his own way.

The key is to open this training class, which is really profitable, ranging from tens of millions to hundreds of millions per class.

With such a terrifying price, many people are still squeezed out of their heads.

After all, becoming an immortal is so tempting.

For most people, it's okay to bankrupt them.

There are just too many rich people, and if you don’t get involved, someone else will.

The country recently plans to open the group of warriors to ordinary people, but after all, they are just warriors, warriors who are a little stronger than ordinary people.

The state can still control it completely.

But when you arrive, a training class for gods suddenly pops up. If you let him run it, it's okay. But if there are gods everywhere, can the country still control it?

Facing a group of Daluo Jinxian, it is absolutely impossible to have a head-on conflict. You have to either coax or compromise.

The pressure from above has been put on Ma Santong, who is under great pressure. Now that Chen Muyu is here, he has seen his savior. I am afraid that only Chen Muyu can control his third uncle.

In the Wushu Association building, Chen Muyu and Ma Santong chatted for a while. Ma Santong beat around the bush several times and asked Chen Muyu to take action.

Of course, before that, he still asked Chen Muyu whether it was Chen Muyu's intention to open this training class.

If it was Chen Muyu's intention, there was nothing he could do. If Chen Muyu wanted to continue, he would have no choice but to report it to his superiors. The final result would probably be a compromise by the superiors and ask the Nishikawa Martial Arts Association to cooperate.

From then on, the earth entered the age of immortals.

But fortunately, after confirming with Chen Muyu that this matter was Chen Jianli's personal behavior, Ma Santong felt relieved.

"Let's go, come with me to find him and have a chat!"

Seeing Ma Santong's anxious look, Chen Muyu slapped his thigh, not wanting to waste time here anymore.

…

Lion Horse Road.

A quaint monastery.

The exterior decoration is quite antique, it really looks like that.

There was a barrier at the door to prevent stray people from entering. At this moment, many people gathered on the road outside.

There are old and young, men and women, and depending on their clothing, they are from ancient times to the present. Each of them is either a high-ranking official or a distinguished person. It is obvious that they are not ordinary people.

At this time, everyone was kneeling quietly at the door without saying a word.

"Take a look!"

Ma Santong shook his head repeatedly, "It's been almost a month, and there are so many people there every day. Look at those people over there. I heard they are elders from some Kunlun sect, and over there, the boss of Haifeng Group, one of the world's top 500 companies. And that one over there, the abbot of Tianliang Temple in Dai Kingdom..."

"A monk also cultivates immortality?" Chen Muyu couldn't laugh or cry.

No wonder Ma Santong is in a hurry. These people are either rich or noble. The third uncle's actions will have a huge impact on the social level.

Ma Santong also wanted to cry without tears. Who could say otherwise? Not to mention that all the monks came to cultivate immortality, especially those white ones from the West.

Ignoring these people, Chen Muyu took him directly through the door.

Seeing the two people entering the door, Chen Muyu ignored the chaos outside. This barrier had no impact on him at all.

Inside is a large courtyard with teaching buildings on both sides, where many people are taking classes.

The so-called class means sitting cross-legged, meditating, and listening to the teacher's teachings.

Among these preachers, Chen Muyu saw Gong Daquan, Lu Wanli and others.

Isn't it good for these old guys to live a retired life? They are also fooling around with their third uncle to make extra money?

Ignoring it, Chen Muyu went directly into the inner room.

In the office, the third uncle was wearing a suit and tie, with his feet propped up on the table, and he was humming a tuneless tune proudly.

Life has never been so comfortable, and I never thought that making money would be so easy.

He can earn billions or billions a day, sometimes tens of billions. Apart from the dividends given to these Da Luo Jinxian, he can earn more than a billion every day.

After almost a month, the total revenue has exceeded 100 billion, and the number in his own account has exceeded 30 billion.

Isn’t this more profitable than opening a real estate company?

The key point is that there are still a large group of people outside rushing to give away money, so it won't work if you don't want it.

Even if the price of a class increased to more than 100 million, these people would still be overwhelmed.

If this continues and the scale is expanded, I'm afraid I will soon become the richest man in the world.

"Third uncle, you had a good life as a child!"

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from outside.

Chen Jianli was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw Chen Muyu and Ma Santong walking in.

"Yo!"

Chen Jianli quickly put his feet down, "Xiaoyu, why are you here?"

Chen Muyu half-smiled, "That's what you said. If I hadn't come, would I have known that your old man was making such a big fuss here?"

Chen Jianli poured a cup of tea for Chen Muyu and Chen Muyu. Hearing Chen Muyu's words, he was unhappy, "Why do I feel that your words are like a gun and a stick?"

As he said that, he looked at Ma Santong and said, "Old Ma, did you say something bad about me?"

Ma Santong waved his hand quickly.

"None of his business!"

Chen Muyu sat down on the sofa next to him, "Third uncle, tell me, what's going on with you?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Jianli became excited and said cheerfully, "Your third uncle must be more capable. Look at my training class, which generates tens of billions of revenue a day, haha..."

I'm really excited. Do you think I came all the way here just to compliment you?

"Brother Chen, you are making too much noise. Brother, I am very stressed!" Ma Santong said with a grimace beside him.

Chen Jianli rolled his eyes, obviously a little tired of hearing this, "Old Ma, are you looking for trouble? I'm running my training class, what's bothering you? Do you think you think I'm making money?" Too much? Are you jealous? If you are jealous, just say it, can I give you a little bit..."

Ma Santong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. What he loved was power, and he was not very interested in money.

Turning to Chen Muyu, Ma Santong showed a helpless expression. Look, with this attitude, there is no way to communicate.

"How much have you earned so far?" Chen Muyu took a sip of water and asked calmly.

Chen Jianli chuckled, "How can Third Uncle's scumbag money compare with yours?"

I'm stingy and I don't want you.

Chen Muyu didn't waste any words, "Starting from tomorrow, this training class should be stopped!"

"What?"

The smile on Chen Jianli's face faltered, as if he thought he heard wrongly, "Stop? Xiaoyu, haven't you seen how popular our training class is? We can earn tens of billions in revenue a day, tens of billions. Just stop when you say stop?”

Chen Muyu nodded very calmly.

I have to say that the third uncle is quite experienced in business and is very good at making money.