Chapter 149: The Tragic Broken Voice
Oh, ignorant people!
Wang Tao sipped tea leisurely and looked at the group of people giving him sarcastic smiles.
The accounting room of Xuanyun Chamber of Commerce was very lively. A group of people gathered around the broken gong and said congratulations: "Congratulations on getting rich. I want to treat you today!"
"Yes, how can Wang Tao of Fengyun Academy win the first prize!"
Suddenly a clear female voice came: "Who said that the prince can't win the championship? I will give you 10,000 mortal grade Tianwu gems, and Wang Tao will win!"
After that, he put a stack of storage tickets on the table.
Broken Voice laughed and said: "His Royal Highness Lan is so interested that he came to patronize a small business."
His Highness Lan winked at Wang Tao and went to the VIP seat of the Water Department to sit down.
Several people who had beaten Wan Pengying tried to beat Wang Taoying a little more, but they still didn't believe it was true.
At this time, an old voice laughed heartily and said: "The old man is here to join in the fun. This is all my old coffin has to offer. I will win over Wang Tao!"
After that, he slapped a thick stack of storage tickets on the table.
The accountant was so frightened that his legs trembled. He looked like he couldn't believe it and asked tremblingly: "Old, old sir, are you Master Sang?"
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The visitor was none other than Sang Jianmu. He laughed and said, "Compared to little friend Wang Tao, I, Sang Jianmu, am nothing more than an old loser."
After saying that, he took the voucher written in trembling handwriting by the accountant, and ran directly to the seats of Fengyun Academy without even going up the steps to the royal VIP seats.
Several princes originally stood up to greet Sang Jianmu. When they saw him going to Fengyun Academy, they all looked at Fengyun Academy meaningfully.
This academy still seemed so out of place. Although Qingyu was highly skilled in martial arts, he was arrogant and not good at taking the upper-level route. Naturally, he was unable to obtain richer school resources.
Under the leadership of these few people, dozens more people came to suppress Wang Taoying.
Originally, there were only a few people under Wang Tao's banner, but now the list is even smaller, catching up with the length of those players' groups of relatives and friends cheering for them.
Hey, why are there so few people coming to Fengyun Academy?
Po Luo Throat glanced at Wang Tao in confusion while counting the Tianwu gems until he felt weak.
He shook his head and said, "How could he win the first prize!"
Di Guangyi, who had been stolen from the limelight by Wan Peng, now has less presence than a wild boy from a remote country.
He looked at Wang Tao with an angry look on his face, thinking that whenever he met him in the game, he would be crippled and never give him a chance to attack again.
The broken gong voice of Xuanyun Chamber of Commerce became even hoarse after inciting everyone to place bets.
At this moment, he felt a chill all over his body.
Are the odds set for Wang Tao too high? He even regretted not spending more time and manpower to carefully investigate Wang Tao of Fengyun Academy.
That kid is just unlucky. With odds of 1:600, Dong Yiyuan and Sang Jianmu alone would be worth 60 million each.
All the Tianwu gems collected so far are less than 120 million.
Thinking of this broken gong, my head was filled with sweat.
At this time, something happened that troubled him even more.
With the heavy support of Dong Yiyuan and Sang Jianmu, the melon-eating masses set off a small wave of pressure to suppress Wang Taoying.
At this time, Po Luo was so panicked that he accepted everyone's bets with a smile on his face. He looked around and tried to find an expert to help him. It would be best to give the boy named Wang Tao some laxatives first. He must not let him compete. Winning the first prize.
