Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Ye Wanwan sat down on the office chair in front of a table with pens and paper lying on it.
She watched as S-rank mercenaries kept walking past her, her frustration clear in her eyes. Is my stall not obvious enough?!
After these high-ranking mercenary students earned enough honor points, they could exchange their honor points for a lot of money in the academy, so Ye Wanwan thought it would be easy as long as the price she offered was higher than the academy’s.
However… her stall remained vacant.
Li Xin already distributed the news, but a few D-rank mercenaries didn’t have much influence, so most people probably didn’t believe them.
As Ye Wanwan was in the middle of shaking her head and sighing, a young A-rank mercenary stopped in front of Ye Wanwan’s table and examined it for a moment before asking with a frown, “What’s this stall for?”
Ye Wanwan instantly became energized by the appearance of a visitor. She surveyed the A-rank mercenary who had a clean and pretty appearance.
“I’m here to issue missions…” Ye Wanwan studied the young mercenary.
“You issue missions?” The A-rank mercenary looked at her in confusion.
“That’s right.” Ye Wanwan nodded and explained, “You use my name to accept a mission, and I can give you money after you plete the mission.”
“So you’re saying that I’ll use your name to accept missions, and the honor points upon pletion will go to you, but you’ll give me money in exchange? Is that it?” the A-rank mercenary asked.
“Yes, that’s what I meant,” Ye Wanwan responded with a nod.
To put it plainly, she was exchanging honor points with money.
“What price can you pay?” the A-rank mercenary asked her with a frown.
Ye Wanwan looked around her before quietly answering, “I can pay one percent more than the academy.”
“One percent?” The A-rank mercenary shook his head promptly. “Only one percent? That’s not much money. Forget it.”
The A-rank mercenary turned around to leave.
Ye Wanwan hastily called out, “e back! I’ll raise the price!”
“By how much?” The A-rank mercenary turned around and came back to her.
“Two percent!”
“Goodbye.”
“Wait… three percent! That’s enough, right?!” Ye Wanwan quickly blocked him.
“That’s too little.” He shook his head.
“Fine, fine, fine. Tell me how much I should increase it by then.”
Only one person stopped by after half a day, so how could she allow him to leave like that?
“Senior Brother Grim Reaper also did something similar before, but the price he offered was 300% of the academy’s price,” the A-rank mercenary said while looking at her.
Ye Wanwan was startled.
300%?!
I wouldn’t have enough even if I sold the Fearless Alliance and the Rose of Death!!!
“Then… you should go find Senior Brother Grim Reaper…” The corners of Ye Wanwan’s lips twitched. She really couldn’t pay that amount… She couldn’t pete with a filthy rich young master.
“This was before. Senior Brother Grim Reaper hasn’t done this in a while, so you should at least pay a reasonable price for us to put our life on the line for you, right?” the A-rank mercenary responded.
“Name a price.” Ye Wanwan furrowed her brows.
“Ten percent.” The A-rank mercenary finally named his desired price after a while.
“How about this—I can only pay eight percent. If that’s reasonable to you, you can take it. If it isn’t, forget it.” Ye Wanwan sighed. The market had been pletely disrupted by Eldest Young Master Shen…
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