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"That's good. This matter is not easy to handle, but it's also not impossible." Chi Hao raised his voice a few degrees to express his happiness.
"An important guest has arrived, and I need you to help me entertain him."
Upon hearing this, Liang Chuanhui's expression immediately changed. It seems that I still have to do this dirty work. Those two little beauties under her definitely wouldn't want to come out and entertain the distinguished guests. But the way I look now, it's not an exaggeration to say that I'm old and faded. He...
Before Liang Chuanhui could continue to imagine more, Chi Hao took out a scroll and presented it to Liang Chuanhui.
"Small fishing village is very barren and can't offer anything good to entertain guests, so I thought of making a delicious meal for you, to impress the merchants who have never tasted good food. Maybe we will have unexpected gains." Chi Hao looked at Liang Chuanhui with clear eyes.
"Thinking too much," Liang Chuanhui blushed. A little embarrassed, he asked, "How should this be used?"
"Simple, you just need to input soul power into the scroll, activate the magic circle, and then follow the instructions to complete the test to obtain your professional certification. But before that, you need to sign a contract with me." Chi Hao shrank back as Liang Chuanhui was about to touch the scroll for the junior chef certification.
Sure enough, there are conditions, and it's probably going to involve selling one's looks.
Arriving at the spiritual world, she was indifferent. Liang Chuanhui knew that besides her fading looks, there was nothing else that others would find attractive. The vision that had just arisen in her heart vanished once again.
She resigned herself to her fate. At worst, she would satisfy all his demands for these seven days and consider the debt paid. After the seven days, she would find a wild beast's lair, go inside, and end herself, thus putting an end to everything, and all the pain would cease to exist.
"Okay, I agree to any request," Liang Chuanhui's words had lost their anger. Chi Hao seemed to not notice, or perhaps Chi Hao simply didn't care.
"There are four conditions. First: when the sect needs a chef, you must cooperate unconditionally. Second: the ingredients provided by the sect for cooking belong to the sect, and you will not receive any contributions from the sect, nor can you give them to anyone in any form, but you can use them freely, for personal use only. Third, the profits you obtain from cooperating with other organizations will be split 80-20, with you receiving the 20. When your chef qualification reaches intermediate level, it will be split 70-30; advanced level, 60-40; and master level, 50-50. Fourth, when you leave the sect, whether you are dismissed or leave voluntarily, you must relinquish your chef qualification and return it to the sect." Chi Hao finished stating the four conditions in one breath.
Huh? Just this? Liang Chuanhui felt a little uneasy, as if something was wrong. These conditions all seem too... normal. Shouldn't he be challenging himself at every turn? Shouldn't he be pushing himself to the limit? Why be so kind to himself?
Qualification certification can be said to be completely free of charge, sect providing ingredients to make dishes that can be used for free, and representing sect to cooperate with outsiders can also bring benefits. If placed in reality, it is clearly a technical investment in which one becomes a major shareholder in a certain business sector. In the end, one can even become the largest shareholder.
A fifty-fifty split, that's a huge benefit. Suddenly, Liang Chuanhui is a little hesitant to agree.
"Why?" Liang Chuanhui asked.
"Why what?" Chi Hao was puzzled.
"Why are you giving me these? What's your motive?" Liang Chuanhui's voice was not loud but extremely suppressed and hoarse, his fists clenched, hysterical, with red eyes.
Chi Hao smiled and didn't say much, handed over the qualification certification again, and then said slowly, "Because I don't hate you as much as you think."
Liang Chuanhui did not react and continued to move forward. Looking to the left, it's not hard to guess that Liang Chuanhui's pathfinder came out to persuade. Before long, Liang Chuanhui recovered from his daze, took the scroll, and then a bracelet was placed on Liang Chuanhui's left wrist, the contract was complete.
The next moment, Liang Chuanhui disappeared.
Chi Hao stared at the empty kitchen for a while, not knowing what was going through his mind - there were sighs, memories, and nostalgia. He left the dinner menu and departed, not knowing how much Liang Chuanhui could make after coming back.
In the afternoon, the small fishing village welcomed traders from Dragon Sheep Country. They had horns on their heads, with an average height of over two meters, but their hands and feet were completely out of proportion to their height, making them walk like two-year-old toddlers. It always seemed like they were about to fall, but surprisingly, they took another step.
They are a race with a four-headed body proportion, with almost no neck visible, and a very large head. Given their body size, their food intake is small. Following them is a group of Soul Master, more precisely the group from the guild. They follow behind others, fawning and inquiring, pushing carts and carrying bags, even more diligent than hotel bellboys.
However, no one paid them any attention. The village chief brought the merchants from Dragon Sheep Country to the Great Hotel. They were very well-behaved and didn't haggle with Chi Hao. They paid according to their status and took their luggage into their rooms. Their goods were left in the open space next to the hotel, and they only sent a few people to guard them. It seemed like they weren't afraid of anyone with ill intentions.
The leader was named Ornn. He wore a purple robe, was nearly three meters tall, and had deep, curving goat horns growing from his forehead, hugging the sides of his head and curving upwards a bit higher than his head, giving off a sturdy yet playful feeling. The village chief stood next to him, looking like a child.
"Master Ornn, are you satisfied?" asked the village chief cautiously.
"There have been quite a few changes since my last visit. What surprised me the most is that you actually have an architect here. Quite rare," Ornn said calmly.
If some people listen to this, they might feel that Ornn has low emotional intelligence, and there are many implications that your broken Small fishing village is not worthy of having an Architect. But for Ornn, it is indeed a genuine praise.
A thousand years ago, Formation master was the most important profession in the entire spiritual world because the application of formations was very extensive, involving cultivation, alchemy, architecture, and metallurgy, among many other aspects.
Even a novice Formation master was in high demand at the time, as the empire needed development and formations were required everywhere.
However, after a thousand years of development, formations no longer need to be created on-site. They can now be inscribed on scrolls, and only a Formation Grandmaster can become a guest of honor for major powers.
As the Formation master gradually fades into the background, the Architect steps into the limelight. Combining the skills of formations and alchemy, and with expertise in spatial structure design, in the martial world where buildings are easily destroyed and the empire needs development, the demand for Architects has been gradually increasing, yet the number of people who can become Architects is very limited.
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