Hu Chan instantly quieted down.
"When you say you'll give an extra third, is that just this time, or…"
"As long as you come help me kill these small gods in the future, I'll give you an extra third each time."
"One bit of pay for one bit of effort. You help me kill small gods, of course that's a separate price."
Hu Chan swallowed.
'Why is Qin Siyang so generous?'
'This is Titan Foxtail fragment!'
'And he just says add pay and added pay directly?'
'Could it be that Qin Siyang, this kid, is swimming in wealth?'
"I recorded our whole conversation just now, you can't go back on your word! Qin Siyang, you—"
Qin Siyang raised a hand to stop Hu Chan's words, "This calling me directly by full name, I don't like it much."
"Hu Chan, how old are you this year?"
"Eighteen."
"About the same age. Call me Brother Qin."
Hu Chan licked his lips, "I'm the Son of God of the Zephyr Church. If I call you Brother Qin and others hear it, it would sound too vulgar. Do you have another title?"
Hu Chan didn't reject Qin Siyang's suggestion.
Even if Qin Siyang's manner had some bossiness to it, he still didn't feel even the slightest displeasure.
Because what was given was simply too much.
Qin Siyang thought for a moment, then said, "You can call me President Qin, or Chairman Qin."
"President Qin? You have other companies under your name?"
"Of course."
Qin Siyang leaned lazily, one hand on the backrest, one hand playing with the lie-detecting bird.
"In South Glory, I have a research building."
"A research building?"
Qin Siyang gave a confirming look.
Then faintly smiled, hiding both fame and fortune.
Hu Chan lowered his eyes in thought, as if recalling something.
"I went to South Glory the other day, but I don't remember there being a research building called Siyang Tower… speaking of which, which building is yours?"
"Zhao Longfei gave me that building. At first it was going to be called Siyang Tower, but I felt that wasn't quite appropriate."
"My name, although not bad, when taken alone, in our language system, has a bit of a fawning-to-the-foreigners feel."
Qin Siyang sighed with great seriousness.
"You know, at our South Glory University, aside from the very beginning when two top professors, Lister and Harrison, were recruited, the majority are Chinese."
"With mostly Chinese people, yet naming the building Siyang Tower really would be a bit improper."
"I couldn't let my own vanity make other Chinese students and professors develop resentment toward South Glory."
"So, I rejected Zhao Longfei's proposal."
"Li Tianming suggested, since I have a widely known nickname on the forums, Miracle Bro, why not rename it Miracle Tower, which also carries the meaning of creating miracles."
"First, the meaning is good, brings auspiciousness. Second, it also contains my reputation."
"I thought it over, the name was good, so I agreed."
"Miracle Tower?", Hu Chan recalled, there really was a research building called Miracle Tower.
And it even had barriers outside preventing entry, very mysterious.
He never thought, it was actually Qin Siyang's research building?
But Hu Chan still felt something wasn't quite right.
Yet he couldn't tell what exactly wasn't right.
"It's also because of this research building, that sometimes Li Tianming calls me President Qin. When you see him call me that someday, you won't find it strange."
To boost the credibility of his words, Qin Siyang even deliberately pulled out the illustrious Li Tianming as endorsement.
The name of Li Tianming, Hu Chan had heard like thunder to the ears.
If such a titan called Qin Siyang President Qin, then it clearly wasn't just idle talk.
Hu Chan thought it over. Calling him Chairman Qin wasn't too appropriate, since Qin Siyang was only a vice-chairman, and that chamber of commerce was still the Zhao family's.
If he really called Qin Siyang Chairman in school, what would he say if he ran into Zhao Sifang?
Hu Chan had no wish to offend the Zhao family's people for no reason.
President Qin, on the other hand, was quite suitable.
Although it made him feel a bit like a wage-earner, President Qin was indeed giving him a lot.
"Alright, I got it, President Qin."
"Mm."
"President Qin, in front of the Zephyr Church believers, I hope you can give me some respect too, call me Son of God."
"No problem. Out in the world, face is mutual. Don't worry, in matters of appearances, I, Qin Siyang, never drop the ball."
"Thanks. Then I'll go kill these Abyss Hounds now. President Qin, just stay here and don't move, I don't want my attack skills being known by others."
"No problem, I'm not the curious type. Knowing too many secrets you shouldn't know is a road to death. Oh, and be careful your skills don't get on the carapace, otherwise the kill won't count."
"I know that. Just small gods, won't be a mistake."
Hu Chan picked up Qin Siyang's God-hunting dagger and left the drill pod.
Afterwards, he very considerately closed the door, waved Qin Siyang a friendly goodbye, and went alone into the cave.
Qin Siyang folded his arms behind his head, leisurely muttering, "Turns out, money really can make even a Son of God grind the mill."
Once Hu Chan was gone, Qin Siyang fell into thought again.
Thinking about the matter of that sandworm.
That sandworm's tracking ability was indeed a bit too powerful.
In the past, outside the safe zone, it wasn't that sequence ability users hadn't encountered sandworms. After fleeing a certain distance, none of them were chased further.
People generally believed sandworms didn't have strong scent-tracking ability.
A minority believed that since sandworms, as large gods, had servant existences, they must have strong scent-discerning ability, to distinguish their own servants from other sandworms' servants.
The reason they didn't pursue was simply because they lacked strong intent to attack.
But no matter which theory was correct, Qin Siyang found it absurd.
Because he himself was being hunted down by a sandworm.
Either this sandworm had mutated.
Or, there was some sort of connection between himself and it.
The only connection Qin Siyang could think of, was that he once obtained a sandworm scale from Qian Wenzhao.
Later, he used that sandworm scale to earn his first bucket of gold.
Qin Siyang instantly thought, 'Could this sandworm be the owner of that scale?'
It wasn't Qin Siyang's scent it locked onto, but the scent of the sandworm scale on him.
Because he carried the scent of sandworm scale, it triggered the sandworm's hunting intent, making it cling to him endlessly.
But it had already been four months since he last used the sandworm scale, and the scale had long been discarded.
Four months passed.
Qin Siyang didn't know how many times he'd bathed, how much god blood and aura had stained him.
Could he really still have residual scent of the scale on him?
That sounded like pure fantasy.
Qin Siyang couldn't help but find it strange, "If my guess is right, then this sandworm's sense of smell is simply the dog nose of all dog noses."
"If it can smell this well, why call it a sandworm, better to call it a sand dog."
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