Young Song: The Hidden Sword God, Han Yi and Her Child Arrive at the Door.

"tuition fee?"

Su Changqing's eyes lit up, and his previously troubled expression vanished instantly, replaced by a cunning smile that sent chills down Sikong Changfeng's spine.

He slowly took out a sheet of Xuan paper that he had prepared beforehand from his pocket, then took out a wolf-hair brush, licked it on the tip of his tongue, and began to write furiously on the paper.

"Since City Lord Sikong is so sincere, I can't refuse any longer. However, let me make this clear from the start: the cost of this special training course is not low. After all, my time is very precious, and I also need to take care of my child in my spare time."

"Of course, of course."

Sikong Changfeng waved his hand generously, "Although my Snow Moon City isn't as wealthy as Sky Revelation City, we can still afford this tuition fee. Name your price!"

"readily!"

Su Changqing wrote with a flourish, muttering to himself as he wrote:

"First of all, we have to factor in the wear and tear on the floor, right? You saw it yourself, that kid Wushuang practiced chopping vegetables and poked my kitchen floor like a honeycomb. That's top-quality ironwood! It'll cost a lot to repair it."

"Secondly, there's the cost of food waste. These kids are still growing, they eat a lot and consume a lot. The potatoes and radishes they mess up while practicing chopping vegetables, the soup they spill while practicing tossing the wok—that's all real money!"

"And compensation for emotional distress. Teaching apprentices is a tough job, especially for some who are a bit slow. They don't get it after one lesson, and they still don't get it after two. I'm almost driven to the point of high blood pressure. This compensation needs to be added!"

"Not to mention the technical guidance fee, that's for my exclusive, secret 'plate-carrying techniques' and 'vegetable-cutting swordsmanship'—these are priceless treasures!"

"Oh, right, there's also the fee for using the secret techniques, tea fee, lost work fee, and fee for interference from taking care of the kids..."

Su Changqing listed dozens of items, filling an entire page.

Sikong Changfeng listened, completely stunned.

Site wear and tear fees?

Food waste costs?

What is all this about?

"Um... Brother Su, isn't that enough?"

Sikong Changfeng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "What the hell is this 'childcare interference fee'?"

"Nonsense! With so many strangers loitering around the store, what if they scare my Nuonuo? What if they affect her sleep? That would be a huge mistake!"

Su Changqing spoke with righteous indignation.

"Fine, fine, you decide."

Sikong Changfeng sighed, "Then just give me a total."

"Since we've known each other for a long time, I'll give you a 20% discount."

Su Changqing clicked the abacus keys a few times, then held up one finger and said with a smile:

"One head costs ten thousand taels of silver. No credit, pay first, then we'll teach you."

"puff--!!!"

Sikong Changfeng spat out the mouthful of tea he had just drunk, almost coughing up his lungs.

"How much?! Ten thousand taels?!"

His eyes widened, his voice trembling, "Su Changqing! This is robbery! How much tax revenue does Snowmoon City generate in a year? You've practically emptied my coffers!"

Ten thousand taels for each head!

What does this mean?

In an ordinary family, one or two taels of silver is enough to live on for a month.

Ten thousand taels is enough to buy a whole street of shops in Snowmoon City!

"robbery?"

Su Changqing's smile vanished, and he pointed seriously at Lei Wujie, who was delivering food downstairs. "City Lord Sikong, you can't say that. Look at Lei Wujie. When he first arrived, wasn't he just a reckless fool who only knew how to charge into battle? And now?"

Sikong Changfeng looked in the direction he was pointing.

Lei Wujie was carrying six plates, his footwork unpredictable and elusive, moving through the crowded throng as if it were empty. His movements were graceful and swift as lightning, leaving afterimages in the air.

More importantly, the restless aura emanating from him had now become calm and composed, subtly revealing the demeanor of a grandmaster.

This progress can only be described as lightning fast!

"This is exclusive training; we guarantee you'll learn it."

Su Changqing's voice was full of temptation, "Think about it, for just ten thousand taels, you can completely transform your disciple, and he might even break through to the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm in a short time. Isn't that a worthwhile deal?"

"Besides, if your disciples succeed in their training and become sword immortals or spear immortals, that will be a great honor for your Snow Moon City! What is this little bit of money compared to their future prospects?"

Sikong Changfeng fell silent.

Although reason told him that this was a trap, a huge pig butchering scam.

but……

Seeing Lei Wujie's amazing performance and Wushuang's superb vegetable-cutting skills, he was really tempted!

Although Snow Moon City has many disciples, very few are truly capable of leading the way.

Especially among the younger generation, apart from Tang Lian and Qian Luo who are still watchable, the others are still growing up.

If money could be used to quickly train a group of experts...

"Okay! Deal!"

Sikong Changfeng gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the table. "Ten thousand taels it is! But I have one condition: I must send ten disciples! And they must be the best of the best!"

"Ten?"

Su Changqing frowned. "Too many. I can't fit them all here. Five at most."

"Five is too few! Eight!"

"Six! That's the most I can have! Any more and I won't have anywhere to sleep!"

"Seven! That's the final price! If you don't agree, I'm not leaving! I'll just stay here and drink your Enlightenment Tea every day!"

"Alright, alright, seven it is."

Su Changqing wore an expression that said, "I've lost out big time," but in reality, he was overjoyed.

Seven people, that's seventy thousand taels!

This money came faster than robbery!

And this is only the first batch; if it's effective, we can open a second and third phase...

This is simply an endless treasure trove!

"Give me the money!"

Su Changqing reached out his hand.

With a pained expression, Sikong Changfeng pulled out a thick stack of silver notes from his pocket. It was his private savings that he had been saving for a long time, originally intended for the repair of Dengtian Pavilion, but now he had given it all away.

"Brother Su, you'd better teach them well! If they can't learn it, I'll have to refund their money!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, I, Su Changqing, value reputation above all else when it comes to business."

Su Changqing took the silver notes and stuffed them into his pocket without even counting them.

In fact, a quick scan with one's divine sense would reveal that the number was no less than that.

"Have them come to report for duty first thing tomorrow morning, and bring their own aprons and rags. Don't forget."

An agreement has been reached.

Su Changqing held a thick stack of silver notes, grinning like a fox that had just stolen some fish.

Sikong Changfeng clutched his chest, feeling as if his heart was bleeding.