What was Ying Zheng thinking?
Of course, he wanted to see why Zhao Ming was so confident.
Did he already realize that they were following behind him, or did he have such strength?
At this moment, Ying Zheng had already arrived at the entrance of the jade shop.
He looked inside and saw that Zhao Ming's expression was not disturbed at all. He looked at the person opposite him and said something calmly.
"Do you know what it means to be benevolent?”
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Cheng Hu's face turned blank.
What was this person saying here?
What was self-restraint? He couldn't understand at all.
Just as he was about to mock Zhao Ming, an invisible force suddenly pressed down on him, forcing him to bow deeply to Zhao Ming.
He wanted to resist, but he realized that if he struggled with all his might, the force would press down even more.
It was as if it wanted to break his bones!
He wasn't the only one facing such a predicament.
Sun Hu and the scar-faced middle-aged man who were standing at the side couldn't help but bend their waists.
His face was filled with shock!
Ding! Congratulations to the host for understanding self-restraint and returning courtesy. Knowledge points 100!
Zhao Ming had only been teaching Fu Su a lot recently, so he blurted out this sentence. He did not expect it to have such an effect.
He looked at the few people who had pained expressions but had no choice but to bow to him and raised his eyebrows slightly.
It seemed that this time, he didn't even need to fight.
Zhao Ming opened the interface and slowly looked at the skill's introduction.
[Self-restraint and Ritual Restoration: The law of speech changes with the host. It can force the enemy to bow to the host.]
[Skill usage cost: 100 points/time]
Forced salute?
Can you play with the law like this?
Zhao Ming looked up at the few people who were still struggling but had no choice but to maintain the standard salute posture. He revealed a troubled expression.
"Why do you have to do this?"
"There's no need for such a big bow.”
he said with a smile.
Hearing Zhao Ming's sanctimonious words, Zhang Cheng Hu was almost driven mad.
What did he mean by why?
Do you think I want to bow?
What the hell was going on?
For a moment, the humiliation of being forced to bow to a junior overwhelmed him.
Ever since he came to Xianyang and established the Mighty Tiger Hall, when had anyone dared to treat him like this?
But now, he couldn't even find the culprit!
Zhang Chenghu was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.
"What's going on? Why did they bow to Zhao Ming together?”
"What did Zhao Ming say just now?”
When Zhang Han saw this scene, he almost wanted to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming.
Was this really the person who had fought with him without a word?
Why did it become bowing at the slightest disagreement?
Was this teacher really so charming that he could make people listen to his lessons after just meeting him once?
He felt that his brain was a little out of place.
Wang Ben was also a little confused.
He wasn't like Zhang Han, who had a part of his mind focused on reminiscing about the past. He had been paying full attention to the movements in the shop.
However, he heard it very clearly.
Zhao Ming really only said one sentence.
Do you know what it means to be benevolent?
He knew about it before.
Wang Ben thought seriously.
However, he did not seem to know now.
What kind of magical words could make these people bow to him in unison!
Ying Zheng looked at everything in front of him, deep in thought.
The people in the shop were still struggling to get up.
When the middle-aged man with the knife scar saw the hall master spit out a mouthful of blood and faint, he finally couldn't take it anymore.
Even the Hall Master couldn't survive under Zhao Ming's hands, let alone the few of them!
"Sir, please spare our lives. We failed to recognize Mount Tai. Please be magnanimous and spare our lives!”
The middle-aged man with a scar on his face faced the ground and shouted in fear.
Looking at his attitude and tone, he was indeed very sincere.
Zhao Ming glanced at him and opened his palm in front of him.
"Sir, what do you mean?"
The middle-aged man with a scar looked at his hand in confusion.
"Didn't I say it just now? Buying my life costs three thousand gold taels.”
Zhao Ming chuckled.
"Now that I've spared the lives of several of you, shouldn't you at least give me the thirty thousand gold taels?”
he asked politely.
The middle-aged man with a scar suddenly felt his chest tighten. He almost wanted to imitate the hall master and spit out a mouthful of blood on the ground.
This debt! How could this be?
However, now that they were all controlled by this person in front of them, they did not dare to say anything to refute him.
He only hesitated for a moment before he felt the strength in his body increase a little. He hurriedly nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
"Teacher is right. We will go and prepare now. We will definitely send 30,000 gold taels to Teacher's residence!”
The sincerity in his tone and attitude was impeccable.
At this moment, Ying Zheng, who was standing at the entrance of the shop, could not help but slowly widen his eyes.
He finally began to think about a problem.
Did he not need to give Zhao Ming those two chests of gold and silver?
Thirty thousand gold taels!
He got it so easily?
Now that Great Qin had just pacified the six countries, it had gone on a war.
The national treasury had long been emptied out by the huge military expenditure.
Even if they increased the taxation, they would not be able to keep the money.
It could be said that sometimes, one's pockets were indeed cleaner than one's face.
The First Emperor looked at Zhao Ming, who was walking out of the door in a carefree manner. For the first time in his life, he developed a mentality that later generations called hatred for the rich. Votes!
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