Inside the black car, Kingpin watched Bai Ye, who was making a ridiculously high offer, without any sign of impatience.
This was just the negotiation phase. Inflated demands and then haggling down were standard operating procedure. Any verbal sparring was meaningless until the final outcome.
If Bai Ye could truly give him a sure chance of winning the Mayor of New York's position, what was 50 million to him?
"What makes you so confident you can help me win the mayoral seat?" Kingpin asked with a smile.
"It's simple. The mayoral election, in the end, is about the public's support. The candidate with the highest approval rating is directly elected as the Mayor of New York."
Bai Ye said calmly, "And now, I possess a training method that can make anyone into a Superman. Once it's made public, not only the people of New York, but the entire world will go crazy."
"You're talking about the 'Everyone Can Cultivate' you mentioned to those media outlets before?" Kingpin asked.
He had thought it was just Bai Ye's way of dealing with the media, but it seemed like it was actually true.
"That's right. My cultivation method isn't complicated, even ordinary people can understand it after reading it for a day. Most importantly, practicing can replace sleep."
"In other words, it won't affect your daily study or work efficiency, and it can also greatly extend human lifespan."
Kingpin's expression turned serious. Through Bai Ye's words, he knew that if this was true, then forget the Mayor of New York, even the President of the United States could easily gain power through this astonishing achievement.
Those upper-class people spent tens or hundreds of billions of US dollars every year trying to research methods to make the human body live longer, but it always resulted in mutations or various side effects. Now, Bai Ye's cultivation method, which had no side effects, would definitely drive those people crazy.
"Why are you telling me this so easily?" Kingpin frowned. "Just for a mere 50 million?"
"Of course not. As I said before, this money is just to let me see your sincerity."
Bai Ye said with a relaxed expression, "First, transfer 50 million to prove whether you are qualified enough, and then we can consider the specific matters of cooperative development. If you don't agree, I can get off the car right now. If you don't pay, there are plenty of people who are willing to."
"As for why I chose you first, well, it's because you're not a good person. As the Kingpin, the underground emperor of America, you control all the criminal business in the country. The money I need might not even be as much as you make from a single flour trade."
"No problem. The money you want will be transferred to your account soon. Since you know who I am, you should be clear about the consequences if you try to play me."
Kingpin said, but the next moment, Bai Ye's right hand rested on Camilla's shoulder and slowly said, "As a mafia emperor, don't you know that you need strength to back up your threats?"
After Bai Ye finished speaking, his right foot stomped down hard. His foot pierced through the car in an instant, landing on the ground.
"Screech—"
In front, the driver's eyes were filled with terror as Bai Ye's shoe sole, infused with Genuine Qi, scraped fiercely against the ground.
On the road, the speeding car was forcibly brought to a halt within seconds by Bai Ye's immense strength.
Bai Ye patted Kingpin on the shoulder lightly, stood up from the ground, and said with disappointment, "It seems you don't have the capacity to cooperate with me. I don't think I'll be eating dinner with you later. You're not worthy."
After speaking, Bai Ye helped Camilla, who was also a little frightened: "Let's go, let's go home."
"Wait." Seeing the two of them getting up, Kingpin suddenly called out, his face regaining its gentleness.
"I think Mr. Bai might not have understood me. As the King of the Underworld in New York, how can a mere 50 million show my personal strength?" "200 million, I'll transfer 200 million into your account tonight. Regardless of the outcome, consider it as making a friend. I hope Mr. Bai won't mind my previous offense."
"Oh." Bai Ye looked at the incredibly amiable Kingpin in surprise. What a flexible guy.
"Alright, since you're so sensible, I can't refuse. But as the future Mayor of New York, you can't be so rude as you were just now."
Bai Ye retracted his right leg from the ground and sat back down: "Drive, we should have a good midnight snack tonight."
"What are you waiting for? Mr. Bai said drive!" Kingpin said sternly, urging the driver. The terrified driver started the engine again.
"Let's go back to the main topic."
Bai Ye took out his phone from his pocket and said, opening the photo album, "This is the manual for the cultivation method I mentioned. I filmed it with my phone. Try practicing it first to see its effects, and prove that I am not lying."
"Uh..." Looking at the so-called manual that could drive all of humanity crazy, presented so casually in front of him in a modern way, Kingpin still felt it was a bit unreliable.
This made him ask, "Mr. Bai, what level can your cultivation method achieve?"
"What level, huh..."
Bai Ye thought for a moment, then flicked his right index finger. The surging Internal Energy violently transformed from the meridians of his fingertip into a sharp sword qi, which tilted out like a high-pressure water gun.
"Shh!"
With a light sound of steel being separated, the upper part of the originally enclosed car began to tilt. Then, in the whistling wind, the car's roof was blown away.
The cold night air poured in, causing the driver to shiver.
The formerly enclosed car instantly transformed into a convertible at Bai Ye's gesture.
"So, this is what comes of cultivation?" Kingpin examined the smooth, clean cut edges, showing no distress over the car's destruction.
Then Kingpin looked at the text on Bai Ye's phone and, with a hint of fervor in his eyes, began to study it seriously.
Soon, having read the entire book in the car, Kingpin fell into confusion. He turned to Bai Ye and asked:
"Mr. Bai, isn't it stated in this Purple Haze Divine Art of yours that the cultivation speed of Internal Energy is too slow? To reach your level, it takes at least ten years."
"You need to open your mind, haven't you considered the possibility of transferring cultivation?" Bai Ye asked.
"Transferring cultivation?" Kingpin immediately recalled the relevant section of the Purple Haze Divine Art.
"An ordinary person can cultivate a wisp of Genuine Qi on average in one night. Why don't you spend money to buy their Genuine Qi, and have them transfer their cultivation to you?"
Bai Ye said, "Based on his earnings of $100 for a night's work, a year's worth of Internal Energy would be worth $36,000. Ten years would be $360,000, and a hundred years would be $3.65 million."
"Even if there's a 20% loss, for you, spending $3.65 million to instantly gain 80 years' worth of Genuine Qi from an ordinary person, turning into a mini-superman in a single night, wouldn't that be worth it? It's not even as expensive as your car," Bai Ye said.
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