That Bi Er from the Hundred Treasures Pavilion was already dead. It was exactly as Xia Xia had said. He, the guy who usually bullied others, was finally dead. After he died, there were definitely more people clapping their hands than crying.
Especially those people he bullied. They even went out to drink and celebrate.
Bi Er was dead.
But the manager of Baibao Pavilion was not dead.
He had recently found someone to help him deal with Xiatian.
But in the end.
These people were all dead.
Just as he was about to find someone to deal with Xiatian, the managers of Baibao Pavilion appeared.
"Greetings to the managers." The manager of Baibao Pavilion said respectfully. Although he was a manager, he was only a subordinate. In the face of so many bosses of Baibao Pavilion, he naturally had to face them seriously.
"You've done a lot of good things recently." One of the managers said expressionlessly.
"Manager, I've been very conscientious recently. My performance has been rising. Every day, I've been contacting mercenaries outside and asking them to come to Baibao Pavilion to trade." The manager hurriedly said.
"Hmph!"
"Have you heard of the tenth level pill recipe?" Asked another manager.
"I've heard of it. It's a tenth level pill recipe from the God Altar Auction. I've also heard of it. It's the best skill of a rogue alchemist. I didn't expect him to be willing to sell it. He's obviously killing the goose that lays the golden eggs." The manager said.
He thought that selling the pill recipe was the worst way to lose money.
Because when you were the only one who knew how to make a pill, you had the final say on how much the pill cost. If others needed it, they would buy it no matter how much it cost. But if you weren't the only one who knew how to make the pill, then the price wouldn't be so high.
In fact, the price would drop by at least half.
The more people who knew how to make the pill, the less valuable the pill would be.
In the end, the alchemist would probably lose money.
Just like those ordinary pill spirits, the price of those pill spirits was very low. It could be said that refining an ordinary level one pill spirit required 30 red gold, but the highest price was only ten red gold.
Because it was too common.
In order to improve their strength and skills, alchemists had to refine pills. But the pill spirits they refined weren't worth much, so they could only sell them cheaply.
Therefore, being an alchemist was a profession that required a lot of money. Generally, if one didn't have the support of a large family, then it would be impossible for them to grow.
Only when they truly grew up would the high level pill spirits they refined be valuable.
Of course, although it was possible to make money at this time, it was generally not possible to make a lot of money, unless you had your own unique pill recipe. That way, you would be rich, and even if it was not unique, if only a few people knew about it, it would still be a huge fortune.
Therefore, he felt that it was very unwise for the other party to come out and sell a level-ten pill spirit.
If he could control the pill spirit, it could be said that he could make a lot of money in the end.
"Then do you know who is selling the pill manuals?" The steward asked again.
"Oh, I have some family matters to deal with recently, so I didn't ask about this matter. My brother-in-law is dead, and I did delay my work. I admit my mistake." The manager said.
The death of a family member had delayed some of his work.
This was within reason.
"You still have the nerve to say that it's your brother-in-law? The person who sold the pill recipes was driven away by your brother-in-law, and then you sent people to kill him. You did a good job. We do business, and we pay attention to credibility and reputation. Not only did you drive away the person who sold the pill recipes, but you also did such a thing. This is simply a disgrace to our Treasure Pavilion's reputation, "said the manager angrily.
He knew that paper couldn't wrap up the fire.
It wouldn't be long before all the other families and forces learned about this matter.
At that time, the Treasure Pavilion would become a laughingstock.
The manager finally understood why so many managers came out together today.
Moreover, he did not expect that the person he was chasing was actually the one who sold the pill manuals. At this moment, he finally understood what had happened. He never would have thought that the person who killed his brother-in-law was actually the one who sold the pill manuals. He now felt as if he was a fool.
No matter how stupid he was, he figured out what had happened.
It must be that his brother-in-law didn't think highly of the other party and even wanted to extort money from him. He had seen this kind of thing before, so naturally he wouldn't blame his brother-in-law. However, he didn't expect that such a thing would actually happen now.
Plop!
The manager hurriedly knelt on the ground. "Manager, I know I was wrong. I really didn't know that stinking brat would do such a thing to me."
"You've been the manager of our Treasure Pavilion for more than 7,000 years. You can be considered to have contributed a lot. However, this matter has to be dealt with. Everything you have was given to you by the Treasure Pavilion. Now that you've cheated the Treasure Pavilion, we have to give our brothers an explanation," said a manager directly.
"I'll leave the Heart of Rogue and never come back in this life," said the manager hurriedly.
"Good thinking. We see that you've contributed a lot to the Treasure Pavilion over the years, so we won't kill you today. However, we'll take away everything from you, including your power." After one of the managers finished speaking, he directly hit the manager's Dantian with his palm.
Puff!
A large mouthful of blood spurted out from the manager's mouth.
His face was full of unwillingness. He had been so powerful for so many years, but he didn't expect that he would fall here.
"So many brothers are watching. If we don't teach you a lesson, we won't be able to manage the Treasure Pavilion in the future." After another manager finished speaking, he directly came in front of the manager and cut off all the tendons of the manager's feet into dozens of pieces. This way, he would never be able to connect them again.
"You don't need to pray for your father-in-law and wife to help you. They just left the Scattered Heart. As for those scoundrels of yours, take a look and see how many of them are willing to help you," the last manager said.
"Someone come!"
Several subordinates ran in.
"Throw him out. Let him beg on the street," said the manager.
They did this to save the last bit of face of the Treasure Pavilion. If they didn't punish the manager, not only would the subordinates be dissatisfied, but the families outside would also laugh at them.
Hatred!
The manager's eyes were full of hatred, but he didn't make a sound. He gritted his teeth and crawled on the street.
His wife and father-in-law had left.
However, he still had his family and friends. He wanted to ask those people for help.
Crawl!
The manager kept crawling on the ground. He didn't complain or ask for help because he didn't have a single penny on him. No one would help him.
"I've worked for the Treasure Pavilion for more than 7,000 years, and you treat me like this. Just you wait."
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