Chen Zhao glanced at the people around him and grabbed the ball with his left hand.
The needle shot up immediately. 205.
Everyone was surprised. They'd thought that Chen Zhao would be much higher than them.
But 205 was lower than they'd expected.
"How come it's only 205?"
"Yeah."
Chen Zhao's combat ability was undoubtedly much higher than theirs.
But his magic power wasn't much higher than theirs.
"President, put both hands up and try."
Chen Zhao thought for a moment and put his right arm up too.
Instantly, the needle jumped again and broke through the upper limit of 500.
Everyone was in an uproar.
As expected, Chen Zhao's true ability was much higher than theirs.
"President, I'll change it again."
"No rush," Chen Zhao said. "Now that we can get the exact magic power value, we can use this value to do a level evaluation. "Then, we'll give each of you a certificate or badge that can prove your level."
"Then we'll use A, B, C, D, and E. Five levels," West said directly. "Anything below 100 points of magic power is E," West said directly. "Every 100 points of magic power is an upgrade. The chairman will definitely be A, the highest."
If they had to calculate it this way, apart from Chen Zhao, only Bill was Class D in the entire Supernatural Organization. The others were all Class E.
The others didn't care, but Jollinash was very unhappy.
She'd always thought highly of herself, but she was actually the lowest level like the others.
"Okay, it's decided." Chen Zhao was very casual. He just had to make a standard.
"Then what sign? Get a card? "West asked.
"No. If we make cards, spiritualists won't be able to see each other's identity and level directly when they meet. Do we have to take out a card and say, Hello, I'm a Class D spiritualist. Hello, I'm a Class B spiritualist. Please teach me. Don't you think it's weird?"
"Then what do we do? Do we make a needle? It's also weird to wear a pin on the chest. "
"Make a ring," Chen Zhao said.
"Huh? If we make a ring with normal metal, it'll affect the release of magic power. But if we use magic metal, it'll be too expensive. "
Chen Zhao's heart jumped. He did have a lot of materials.
They were all from Hell. Chen Zhao took out a dozen metals from Hell.
Everyone was shocked to see Chen Zhao take out so much metal out of thin air.
They didn't understand where Chen Zhao put the metal.
"Take a look. Which of these metals can be used to make rings without affecting them?"
"So many magical metals, but what are these metals made of? Why haven't I heard of it before? "Jolag and Patilu both knew a thing or two about magic materials.
But he had never heard of the items that Chen Zhao had taken out.
"You don't have to think about where it came from," Chen Zhao said calmly. "Just treat it as my donation to the association."
After becoming the president, Chen Zhao hadn't made any contributions at all.
Let's just treat it as a contribution to the association.
In any case, these magical metals wouldn't be of much use to him anyway.
He might as well donate it to the association.
"Guild Leader, can we use these metals freely?" Jolag's eyes lit up. "Many of these magic metals can be used to make magic weapons."
"Sure, get West to approve it when you need it."
"President, if someone wants to do a level evaluation, how much do we charge?"
"One price, all $1,000 and a ring of the corresponding level."
"Will people come to us for a level evaluation?"
"I don't know. Go and do some promotion."
Chen Zhao was just saying it casually. It wasn't like he wanted to do it himself.
This was the saying that the higher-ups had to do everything they could.
West looked like he was going to cry. He couldn't help it. Chen Zhao was the president.
Plus, he'd invited Chen Zhao himself.
"Also, do a level evaluation for those evil spirits too."
"…"
The Supernatural Organization had been reorganizing the headquarters these two days. Jolag had been improving the magic testing device.
He also raised the upper limit of the device to what it used to be. Chen Zhao's right arm's magic value was 615.
When Chen Zhao put his hands on it, it reached 754.
Of course, the strength of one's magic didn't represent one's true combat ability.
Take Jollinash for example. Her personal level was E, and she had 75 Mana Points. She belonged to the middle tier of the association members.
But her combat ability was one of the more outstanding ones.
There was also Bill. He was the only Level D member.
But he could only be a real man for ten seconds. After that, he'd become a burden.
Plus, he might have premature ejaculation out of habit. He might pass his real man state in three seconds.
…
"Chen, there's a normal client. $10,000."
Now, all the clients Ethan accepted for Chen Zhao were paid more than $10,000.
Ten thousand wasn't a small amount. In fact, most people in America didn't even earn $10,000 a month.
Chen Zhao had passed the time where he needed to build connections and reputation.
After receiving the address, Chen Zhao went straight to the client's place.
The client lived in an apartment building. The location was quite good. It was obvious that the client was rich.
Chen Zhao went to the client's door and knocked.
A seductively dressed man in colorful clothes opened the door.
"Err … Do you need a doctor?"
"It's me. You're the doctor." The man looked Chen Zhao up and down. Somewhat disdainful, he said in a strange tone, "Come in."
With that, the man turned and walked in front, swaying his butt. Chen Zhao rubbed his forehead.
Chen Zhao didn't reject gay people. For example, Robio was full of masculinity and integrity even though his sexual orientation was different. He wouldn't be rejected.
However, Chen Zhao really couldn't take it when she made him look so disgusted.
Although it was up to a person to dress up, people needed to communicate.
It was unavoidable that it would affect other people's vision and psychology.
Chen Zhao entered the apartment and realized that it was a mess.
There were pieces of cloth everywhere, as well as many blueprints that were thrown everywhere.
There were several workstations in the living room, and there were many unfinished clothes on them.
"My things are all valuable," the man said. "You better clean your hands and feet."
Chen Zhao looked around. He didn't think there was anything valuable here.
"Excuse me, where are you uncomfortable?" Chen Zhao asked.
The man took off his hat. Chen Zhao covered his mouth and almost laughed out loud.
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