Protect Our Clan Leader
Chapter 1479 - 69 Rich! Slaughter in All Directions (Seeking Monthly Votes) _4

Chapter 1479: Chapter 69 Rich! Slaughter in All Directions (Seeking Monthly Votes) _4

"Cough, cough~" Wu Zhiyu awkwardly rose to his feet and cupped his hands in salute, "Rich, so we’re relatives after all. My apologies for any offense earlier." This so-called relative was a real stretch at best.

"Why say such a thing, Brother Zhiyu? You and Xuanji want to help, that’s a good thing. I haven’t even thanked you yet," Wang Fugui said calmly and indifferently.

"Baotian, you too. How could you be unaware of Rich’s circumstances? What kind of Clan Relative are you?" Wu Zhiyu then turned to rib Wang Baotian.

"I, I didn’t know either. I just met One Hundred and Thirteenth Uncle today..." Wang Baotian said with a hapless, grieving look, "I’m just a kid; no one at home would tell me this stuff for no reason."

"You didn’t know? Heh, you sure snatched up the red envelope quickly though," Wu Zhiyu teased with a twinkle in his eye, "Since our little brother Rich hails from such a prestigious background, I bet the greeting gift in that red envelope is quite significant. Baotian, how fortunate you are."

Wang Baotian understood what these words meant, but after all, Rich was his Clan Relative. He feared that a small gift would embarrass Rich, so he promptly shook his head, "An elder’s greeting gift, no matter the amount, is a blessing. Forget it, let’s not look."

"Baotian, why not let us take a look?" Luo Xuanji egged on from the side, "We’re not going to ask to borrow money from you, are we?"

"This..." Wang Baotian felt a bit embarrassed to look, yet was afraid to lose his "friends."

"Baotian, if they want to see, let them see," Wang Fugui said nonchalantly, "I myself am still a child, so it’s normal not to have much spare cash on hand."

"Yes, One Hundred and Thirteenth Uncle." Wang Baotian breathed a sigh of relief and took the red envelope he had stuffed into the storage ring back out. The thickness of the envelope was certainly not insubstantial.

He carefully opened it, and suddenly, he held his breath, and his mind blanked out.

"One, two, three, four, five... a total of five." Wang Baotian’s voice trembled as he spoke. "Fifty thousand Immortal Crystals..."

"How much?" Wu Zhiyu and Luo Xuanji’s faces changed as well; they asked incredulously.

"Fifty, fifty thousand... Immortal Crystals." Wang Baotian swallowed hard, his eyes glazing over.

Fifty thousand Immortal Crystals might not be a vast fortune to some Prominent Families. But to a child of ten or so years old, this was an astronomical figure.

For children like these, their families indeed would provide them with head of household, old servants, and even Divine Spiritual Treasures for protection, but those belonged to the family’s assets. No family would give such a large sum of money to a child in their early teens.

At the same time, King of the North’s face fell as if dropping to the floor. Wang Fugui casually gave a red envelope of a whopping fifty thousand Immortal Crystals to a younger member of a different branch.

And the King of the North, a person of such high standing, gave Wang Fugui only ten thousand in his red envelope.

That kid was even able to pocket it without changing his expression, showing nothing untoward.

How embarrassing was that? For a moment, the King of the North felt like he couldn’t catch his breath, as though he was on the verge of collapsing. Was he going to keel over so early?

"One Hundred and Thirteenth Uncle, this, this is too much. You, you’re still a kid yourself," Wang Baotian said weakly, "Why don’t you take some back? I’ll just keep ten thousand."

"No worries, this is from my earnings by selling patent rights last year. I’m not short on money," Wang Fugui said nonchalantly, "Your talent, Baotian, is exceptional, and precisely because of that, you’ll have many expenses in the future. All you need to do is work hard and aim to become someone useful to the Human race."

"Yes, One Hundred and Thirteenth Uncle." Wang Baotian was both ashamed and excited, "I definitely won’t let down your expectations."

*Smack smack!* The King of the North felt as if his face was being slapped, making smacking sounds. Weren’t these his own words of encouragement to Wang Fugui?

In such a situation, how could he sit still?

"Rich, when I took the red envelope just now, I must have mistakenly grabbed the wrong one," the King of the North said, his face covered with an awkward smile, "That’s what happens when you get old; your memory fails you. Here, this is your real red envelope. Keep the one from earlier too, no need to return it."

"Honorable King of the North, I, I really can’t accept this," Wang Fugui hastily declined.

"When I tell you to keep it, you keep it. Can my King of the North’s Mansion not afford a red envelope?" the King of the North said sternly, as if Wang Fugui would be offending him by not taking it.

"Then, I thank you again for your generous gift, honorable King of the North," Wang Fugui said helplessly as he respectfully accepted the red envelope and carefully stored it in the storage ring.

That’s a whole two hundred thousand Immortal Crystals! Can’t you, brat, spare a glance and say a few words?

The King of the North was so infuriated that he had chest pains; he felt thoroughly bested by the kid, making him entirely uncomfortable. Suddenly, he remembered another matter that was equally aggravating.

His eyes lit up, and stroking his graying beard, he said, "Rich, earlier I noticed your remarkable intelligence, truly a rare genius in this world. Well then, there’s a peculiar unsolvable issue in my mansion. If you can find out what the problem is, I’ll reward you with a Divine Spiritual Treasure."

"However, if you can’t solve it, I’ll still give you a Divine Spiritual Treasure, but you’ll have to return the Princess’ Order to Mengyu. Because that would mean, you’re not capable of serving as the Head of Princess Mansion."

"Old Ancestor, you..." Yun Mengyu stomped her feet anxiously.

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