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Fortunately, St. Martha helped Wang Yan say good things before this.

It made her eyes glar, "No wonder His Highness always mentions you, his teeth are itchy. Forget it, for the sake of your contribution this time, our Holy See has come out of the Holy See."

With St. Martha's status in the Holy See, this can certainly count. In fact, she is unwilling to take on high-level positions within the Holy See, otherwise even if she is the regional archbishop, there would be no doubt.

"Hehe, Senior St. Martha, don't blame me. Who told me that my little arms and legs are too poor?" Wang Yan said with a thick face without blushing.

"You are still poor?" St. Martha said with annoyance, "As far as I know, you just bet on the Global Youth Conference, you have won a lot of money, and you can't spend all your money in your lifetime."

Of course, Wang Yan knew that the trouble he solved for the Holy See was not as high as 10% of the resources. After a smile, he said, "Actually, I still admire the style of Senior St. Martha very much. Let's do this, how about I donate a billion US dollars to the International Red Cross?"

As soon as this said, St. Marthaton was in the spring breeze and said with a smile: "It's very good. On behalf of the International Red Cross, I would like to express my gratitude to you."

One billion US dollars is not much for Wang Yan. If St. Martha helps him, she should naturally repay her. The most important thing is that Wang Yan believes that the International Red Cross will use this money on the right path.

Wang Yan transferred the money to the Red Cross in time, and St. Martha repeatedly stated that she would mail Wang Yan the receipt certificate and the details of the money usage. As a large donor, Wang Yan can check the accounts of the Red Cross at any time.

After some operation, Wang Yan solved 80% of the resources.

Then, Wang Yan asked Emmons again, how to contact the Dark Singer Babbitt. After Emmons released an owl, less than ten minutes later, Babbitt appeared in front of Wang Yan and said anxiously: "Son of Fire, I heard that you are going to sell the crystal core of the banshee who reported the death of the banshee? Well, you, have you actually been promoted to S level?"

Babbit, who rushed over, was naturally shocked by Wang Yan's cultivation process. S-level, how old is this son of flame? He is actually S-level?

Babbitt also considered himself a rare magic genius, but he felt that compared with the Son of Fire, his age was like living to a dog.

Without comparison, there is no harm. For a moment, Babbitt's momentum was a little weaker. With the talent shown by the Son of Fire, if he had fallen unexpectedly, it would be a foregone conclusion that he would have cultivated to the level of the demigod in his life.

"That's right, although that crystal core is extremely precious." Wang Yan said calmly, "But because I want to build a two-way teleportation array, if you are willing to invest one-tenth of the material, I will sell the crystal core to you."

"One-tenth of the material of the two-way teleportation array?" Babbitt was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly jumped up like a cat with his tail stepped on. "Son of Flame, why don't you rob?" He was not a naughty man, of course he understood the value of that one-tenth of the resource.

His Black Thorn Academy was founded by him, not a college with deep accumulation like Starry Sky Academy, nor a super organization as rich as the Holy See of Light.

The resource that Wang Yan asked for was almost equivalent to all the wealth that Babbitt could bring out.

"Buying and selling is not a good thing." Wang Yan laughed and said, "If you don't want to buy, then forget it. I, the son of flame, don't like to force buying and selling." He calmly put away the crystal core.

"Son of Flame, an S-level crystal nucleus, is worth at most three percent of the material of a two-way teleportation array." Babbitt said gritting his teeth, "I am willing to produce five percent of the material."

"The S-level crystal core with double-material law of death and soul law." Wang Yan ignored him and said with a smile, "I believe that many people will be interested in the Dark Constitution."

"Damn, they won't pay me so much." Babbitt said anxiously, "and the law of soul is not very effective for me."

In fact, he is lying. Many of the dark magics involve the soul level. If he understands the laws of the soul well, his level of understanding of dark magic will be higher.

A crystal core of similar levels is extremely difficult to find, and it is also the hope that Babbitt can break through to the s+ level.

"It doesn't matter, I'm willing to have money." Wang Yan said lightly. It was precisely because he saw Babbitt's potential needs that the lion spoke out loud.

"Damn it, damn it. Son of Fire, you are blackmailing, blackmailing." Babbitt was furious and furious. The dark aura around him tangled up, and a breath of a legendary powerhouse rose up majestic.

"What? Your Dark Singer wants to have a discussion?" Wang Yan stared at him without any weakness and said with a smile, "I just got promoted to S level, and my hands happened to be very itchy. I want to find someone to try how much I have grown."

Babbitt's heart chills and he immediately wakes up a little.

The Son of Fire is a strange thing. When he was half a step into S level, he had already killed the Gu Saint in Southeast Asia and the Banshee who reported the death. Now that he has been promoted to S level, his strength must have been greatly improved.

If you don’t do it well, you will become a stepping stone to his fame.

Even if it was a draw, it would be extremely unfavorable to him. The dignified Dark Singer actually tied with a young boy in his twenties.

Once it is spread, his reputation that has accumulated for half his life will be ruined.

After a gloomy face, Babbitt sighed helplessly and said, "I finally understand why Emmons doesn't like you so much. Son of Fire, you kid are simply a vampire. For nothing, 10% is about ten%. As long as you can successfully advance to S+ level, it's worth it." As he spoke, the old face was filled with sinisterness and flesh pain.

"Your Excellency Babbitt is wise." Wang Yan laughed, took out the crystal core and threw it over, "Just hand over your part of the materials to Dean Emmons."

Wang Yan was not afraid that he would not pay for the crystal. If that happens, Wang Yan would have some way to deal with him and let him spit out twice as much.

As soon as Babbitt got the crystal core, his mood changed, and his eyes were full of excitement: "I promise that the materials will be available within half a month. Now, I want to study this crystal core, I will lose my companionship."

In an instant, Babbitt disappeared without a trace holding the crystal core. He looked like a hungry ghost in the lust and saw a peerless beauty. How could he bear it?

As soon as Babbitt left, St. Martha said with admiration: "Awesome, you have raised 20% of the materials in the Son of Fire when you switched hands. The remaining 10% should be solved easily by yourself, right?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I still have to make some blood." Wang Yan said with a humble look. Wang Yan had already had a solution to the remaining materials.

Through the underground black market, you can buy materials you spend with money. If you really can’t buy them, use your merit value to exchange them.

Once this matter was completed, Wang Yan owned a small private space, and a small flame-type space that suited his attributes, which was equivalent to creating a large backyard for himself.

With Wang Yan's physique, the progress of practicing in such a small space will increase a lot. Wang Yan now needs this kind of cultivation environment the most.

After the matter was completed, Emmons's face became even more depressed. He waved his hand angrily, "Son of Flame, I'm tired, I want to rest. If you prepare the materials, I'll build it for you."

The implication is that of course it is to drive people away. There is no way. Emmons is now back to the impulse era when he sees Wang Yan as if he is beaten up. This guy is simply a disaster star. When he appears, there is nothing good to keep.

"Haha, Dean Emmons, please rest slowly." Wang Yan was in a very happy mood. "I have been on a business trip for a month and happened to return to China to report my position."

After saying goodbye, Wang Yan clicked on the mobile app in Lydia's reluctant eyes and checked the satellite flight. Then, he soared straight into the sky and took the free satellite back to Huahai City.

He traveled all the way home, and it happened to be evening. Wang Yan decided to go home and rest for one night before going to the unit to report his work tomorrow.

As soon as I opened the door with the key, I saw two beauties, one big and one small, in the living room, having dinner, and they seemed to be having fun, giggling.

faint!

Wang Yan was dizzy and actually forgot. Linghu Yaojue, the new director of our State Council Bureau, had already stayed at his home. He originally thought that she and Sun Youmiao would never get along well, and should have moved away when he was not at home for so many days.

But unexpectedly, two beauties were eating hot pot around the dining table.

"Uncle is back?" Sun Youmiao smiled even happier when she saw Wang Yan, and pounced on Wang Yan's arms like a little white rabbit. "Uncle, I was talking about you to Sister Linghu just now. Did you bring me a gift when you came back from a business trip?"

"Miaomiao, your uncle is exhausted all the way, he must be tired." Linghu Yaojue said gently with a charming face, "You ask him to take a hot bath first."

"Oh!" Sun Youmiao got off Wang Yan obediently and said, "Uncle, Miaomiao helps you release hot water." After that, she disappeared in a flash.

"Wang Yan, you sit for a while." Linghu Yaojue virtuously brewed a pot of tea, and said in a gentle tone, "It's really hard for you to go on a business trip. What do you want to eat later? I'll do it."

For a while, Wang Yan opened his mouth wide and didn't even say a word. He was confused. What's going on?

When did Linghu Yaojue and Sun Youmiao be as close as sisters?

Also? Is this Wang Yan's home or Linghu Yaojue's home? Why does it feel like she is the mistress of this house and is entertaining guests?

No, right, Wang Yan felt even more like a "virtuous and gentle" wife, who was asking about her husband who was on a business trip.

A creepy chill ran straight from Wang Yan's heart to his forehead.

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Chapter completed!