AI algorithm: I figured out the immortal cultivation technique

"Director Jiang can just take care of this matter."

Upon hearing the price of 100 billion, Wang Ren replied calmly.

He still has 230 billion lying in his bank account. His pursuit of money is really not that high.

Hundreds of billions of funds, converted into materials for cultivating golden elixirs, would be enough for his expenses for two months.

"OK."

Seeing that his husband agreed, Jiang He could be considered to have achieved today's goal.

After drinking a cup of top-quality enlightenment tea, Jiang He stood up and left without disturbing his husband's enjoyment.

As for the group of Kunshan sect disciples kneeling on the ground, Jiang He just glanced at them and didn't care.

On the contrary, the disciples of the Kunshan Sect in blue, seeing such a humiliating scene as the number one in Chinese martial arts, all lowered their heads in shame. If their feet were not immobile, they would probably be able to dig out three rooms and one living room with their toes.

"Okay, let's go."

When Jiang He left the farm, Wang Ren said casually.

If these people hadn't offended his fellow Taoists, he wouldn't even bother to pay attention to them.

"Thank you sir for your noble hand."

Feeling the pressure on his body suddenly lighten, He Youqiu saluted with his hands clasped in fists, and quickly stood up and left with the junior brothers behind him.

He didn't want to stay at this farm for a moment longer.

As for the cooperation with the Jin Group, we should wait until the person in charge of the General Administration of Martial Arts does not go crazy and the Kunshan Sect can survive the current disaster.

There are two innate masters sitting in charge, and as long as the General Administration of Martial Arts does not take action, their Kunshan sect is full of rich people who can use ordinary methods.

"Hou Yongxiong, a disciple of Maoshan Sword Sect, thank you sir for your help."

Hou Yongxiong, who was not harmed mentally or mentally, also bowed and saluted.

"I'm not helping you, no need to thank you."

Without looking at the disciple of the Maoshan Sword Sect, Wang Ren replied casually while drinking tea and eating a few vegetables.

"gentlemen."

When he was still about to say something, Hou Yongxiong felt a strong force coming from in front of him, and he flew backwards, but finally sat firmly in the position where he was originally sitting.

Looking up at the handsome man and beautiful woman, they were only a few dozen meters apart, but Hou Yongxiong seemed to be thousands of miles apart.

What kind of cultivation is this?

No wonder, the person in charge of the General Administration of Martial Arts was also so respectful.

"Brother Hou, you can't force fate."

At this time, Jin Mingdong took a sip of beer and reminded the young man kindly.

At least, the other party stood up for the father and daughter and blocked the Kunshan faction, and Jin Mingdong would also show his goodwill appropriately.

Even though he himself wanted to make friends with that gentleman, he didn't dare to rush forward and say hello.

After all, the person who can make Jiang He, the person in charge of the General Administration of Martial Arts and the number one person in Chinese Martial Arts, be so respectful, must be an extraordinary big shot. Even though he has a net worth of hundreds of billions, he is a low-level martial artist and is not qualified enough to know him.

Anyone who has been in a shopping mall knows that if you don't belong to your own circle, you can still squeeze in if you force your way in. You just have to consider the price you pay and whether you can bear it.

At least at this moment, Jin Mingdong felt that there was no need to rush forward and disturb the other party. He would talk later when he had a chance.

Besides, they are also in trouble now.

The people of the Kunshan faction who had just retreated were just frightened by that gentleman's name, and secretly they would not give up coveting their Jin Group's property.

"That's what Uncle Kim said."

After hearing the words of this Jinling rich man, Hou Yongxiong smiled awkwardly.

At this moment, Wang Ren and others, who had finished their tea, ended their supper tonight, got up and left the farm.

Because the roasted whole lamb was not ready yet, Jin Mingdong and his daughter waited until after two in the morning before returning to the villa in Suzhou to stay.

"Dad, is that Kunshan faction okay?"

After returning home, Jin Shuya did not rest immediately, but asked worriedly.

She knew very well that the source of her comfortable life came from her father and family. Once there were problems in the family, Jin Shuya would not be as comfortable as she is now.

"It's okay, I'll take care of it."

Faced with his daughter's concern, Jin Mingdong smiled and comforted her.

In the past nearly two hours, he had already thought of a general countermeasure.

To use a popular saying on the Internet, what can resist magic must still be magic.

The one who can withstand the pressure of the Kunshan Sect is naturally the more powerful famous and decent sect, and who else is the largest famous and decent sect in China, the Shewu Dao General Administration.

Before, Jin Mingdong didn't want his company to have too much involvement with outsiders, but with the current situation, he couldn't help it.

"Okay, if there's anything I can do, dad must tell me."

Nodding, the worry in Jin Shuya's eyes did not recede at all.

Even if she is used to win over the Maoshan Sword Sect, Jin Shuya will sacrifice herself as a last resort.

However, Jin Shuya felt a little disappointed when she thought of the handsome man who made many Kunshan disciples kneel down and beg for mercy with just one word, and Jiang Bureau, the head of the Chinese Martial Arts Administration, respectfully shouted "Sir".

Before tonight, Jin Shuya, who considered herself prettier than most girls of the same age, and with her own family background, was proud enough to look down at other girls.

But seeing the many beauties next to that gentleman, including a super female Internet celebrity with 500 million fans, a female star with the number one box office in Chinese movies, and many beauties with excellent looks, figures, and temperaments, Jin Shuya felt that I have no advantage at all in front of those beauties.

"Don't worry, dad will take care of it."

As if sensing his daughter's worry, Jin Mingdong smiled and comforted her.

As long as he was around, no one could hurt his baby girl.

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"Sir, what do you think of the eldest lady of the Jin family?"

At three o'clock in the morning, Su Yuyan, who was working overtime and studying with her husband, transformed into the most beautiful school beauty of a certain film school, and asked with a smile.

Recently, except for the arrival of the Palace Master in the foreground more than two months ago, Jiangnan Villa has not added any new sisters for a long time.

As a qualified Taoist monk, Su Yuyan felt that she needed to think more about her husband.

"Oh, she is just the eldest lady of the family, how can she be one-tenth of you?"

Looking at Master Su who was using Yin Shui Kung to please him in front of him, Wang Ren had no interest in that ordinary rich lady.

If there is no status bonus, or if it is due to chance, he will not like ordinary beauties from other worlds.

"Thank you for the compliment, sir."

After hearing her husband's praise, Su Yuyan worked harder to repay him.

As the sky gets brighter, in the quiet holiday villa, Wang Ren, who has not slept all night, is simply flipping through an ancient book version of the Tao Te Ching, with two beads in his hand rising and falling.

Even during the relaxing time while waiting for breakfast, Wang Ren did not forget to practice the five-color golden light.

On the screen of the mobile phone placed in front, after a short period of time, the words 'Five Color Golden Light Proficiency +60' will appear.

"Senior brother, it's time to have breakfast."

I don't know how long it took, but Wang Yuyan's voice came from the door.

"coming."

Putting the two demonic beads in his hand into the cave space he carried with him, Wang Ren stood up and walked out of the door to the restaurant on the first floor, where he enjoyed a sumptuous breakfast with the Taoist monks.

Just this morning, Jiang He was sitting in Suzhou, watching the encrypted crystal password boxes being sent to the domestically produced Huaxia 005 long-distance aircraft and sent to branches in major cities across the country.

At the same time, all staff of China's 30 provincial martial arts branches and more than 300 prefecture-level city martial arts branches are on standby.

At ten o'clock in the morning, all provincial martial arts branches in China have received top-secret materials distributed by the General Administration, and are waiting for the General Administration to distribute passwords and open the crystal password boxes.