383: Holy Lord, they want to get it for free!

An hour of rest, for ordinary spectators, was leisure to use the restroom, buy snacks, and discuss gossip.

But for Mo Yan, it was a precious window to handle various matters.

He didn't linger in the VIP section; as soon as the competition ended, he returned to his courtyard in the Lords Manor through a special passage.

Uncle Qin had already prepared clear tea and pastries.

Mo Yan leisurely reclined in a rocking chair, teasing Gun Gun, who was rolling at his feet, while listening to Zhang Chen's report.

"Holy Lord, all bets and rewards related to the individual competition have been settled," Zhang Chen stood to the side, holding a light screen tablet, his face showing unconcealed excitement.

"After deducting various payouts and channel fees, we made a net profit of 7.3 billion gold coins this time."

"The champion sponsorship event, which just started less than half an hour ago, has already broken through 5 billion in total sponsorship."

"Among them, ninety percent of the funds went to our Cangming City team and the Dragon Country official team."

Mo Yan merely nodded upon hearing this, showing no significant reaction.

Tens of billions of gold coins, for him now, were indeed just a string of numbers.

He was more concerned with the influence and control these numbers represented.

Now, the economic lifeline of the entire H City, and even global Lords, was firmly in his grasp.

"Well done," Mo Yan praised casually.

Zhang Chen was so excited he almost saluted.

To receive a compliment from the Holy Lord made him happier than any reward.

"Oh, right," Mo Yan seemed to recall something and asked, "Did you get a result for the matter I asked you to handle yesterday?"

Zhang Chen's smile faded, and his expression became serious.

"Reporting, Holy Lord, there is a result."

He paused, seemingly organizing his words.

"Just now, the ambassadors from dozens of countries, including Eagle Country, Britannia, Gaul, and Germanic, jointly sent a formal diplomatic note to our side."

"Oh?" Mo Yan raised an eyebrow. "What did they say?"

A peculiar look appeared on Zhang Chen's face.

"They… they first extended their warmest congratulations on your successful hosting of such a grand martial arts event."

"They expressed their highest respect for your outstanding contributions to maintaining peace and development on Blue Star..."

Zhang Chen felt a bit nauseous himself as he recited those diplomatic pleasantries.

These Westerners, who were still plotting behind his back yesterday, had now put on a fawning facade.

"Get to the point," Mo Yan interrupted him impatiently.

"Yes!" Zhang Chen cleared his throat.

"The main point is that they were deeply shaken by the powerful strength of our Cangming City team and Mr. Chen Beixuan."

"They frankly admitted that many high-Rank dungeons have appeared in their respective countries, which they are powerless to resolve."

"These dungeons are like ticking time bombs, capable of exploding at any time and causing devastating blows to their countries and people."

"So..."

Zhang Chen took a deep breath and said, "They hope to engage in deep strategic cooperation with our Holy Land."

"They want… they want to ask us to send strong individuals to assist them in clearing those dangerous dungeons."

Mo Yan smiled when he heard this.

It was exactly as he expected.

After witnessing absolute power and realizing that schemes and tricks could not shake it, these people finally chose the most primitive and effective method: asking for help.

"Alright," Mo Yan sat up straight and asked with interest, "What price did they offer?"

"This..." Zhang Chen's expression became even more peculiar.

"They said that to show their sincerity in cooperation and their respect for the efforts of our strong individuals,"

"They are willing to give you fifty percent of all resources produced in the cleared dungeons as compensation."

After Zhang Chen finished speaking, he carefully observed Mo Yan's expression.

He knew that this condition seemed very generous.

The total output of a high-Rank dungeon was immeasurable.

Fifty percent would definitely be an astronomical figure.

If it were the Dragon Country official government in the past, receiving such a cooperation request would likely lead to an immediate high-level meeting for careful discussion.

However, the person he was facing now was the Holy Lord Mo Yan.

Indeed.

After Mo Yan finished listening, the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

The atmosphere in the courtyard instantly became somewhat oppressive.

Zhang Chen stood still, not even daring to breathe loudly.

"Heh heh."

After a long while, Mo Yan let out a soft chuckle.

The laugh was light, but it sent a chill down Zhang Chen's spine.

"Fifty percent?"

Mo Yan put down his teacup, looked at Zhang Chen, and asked word by word, "They call this compensation?"

"Have they forgotten that their countries are currently kneeling on the edge of a cliff?"

"They could fall at any moment and be shattered to pieces."

"My people are not going to cooperate with them; they are going to save their lives."

"The grace of saving their lives is only worth fifty percent?"

Mo Yan's voice remained calm.

But Zhang Chen heard a cold chill in it.

"They... they want to freeload," Mo Yan shook his head, his tone full of disdain.

"Do they think I organized this grand competition to make friends with them and pursue some kind of world peace?"

"Naive."

Mo Yan stood up and walked to the pond in the courtyard, watching the leisurely swimming koi.

"Zhang Chen, do you think their countries are more important, or are my people more important?"

Zhang Chen answered without hesitation, "Of course, your people are more important!"

"Then that settles it," Mo Yan turned around and looked at him.

"My people are risking their lives, traveling across oceans, to help them resolve a crisis of national annihilation."

"They sit at home, doing nothing, and can keep their land and people."

"And in the end, they still get half the profits for free?"

"Is there such a good thing in the world?"

Zhang Chen lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "Holy Lord, I understand. It was my oversight."

"I will go and reject them immediately, tell them that our Holy Land is not interested in cooperating with them!"

"Reject? Why reject?"

Mo Yan smiled.

"When meat is delivered to your door, there's no reason not to eat it."

"It's just that the way we eat it must be determined by us."

He looked at Zhang Chen and slowly extended a finger.

"You go tell those ambassadors."

"Cooperation is possible."

"Compensation can also be discussed."

"But it's not a fifty-fifty split."

The corner of Mo Yan's mouth curved into a cold arc.

"It's a ninety-ten split."