C835 Planning
Yang Xuan and Loong Xiaomann almost fell to the ground.
"Director Zhao, that... I think we should talk about something serious first. After all, our opponent this time is the Meeting of the World, what do you think?"
Loong Xiaomann said softly.
Madman Zhao scratched his head lightly. After pondering for a while, he suddenly slapped his thigh hard. "Yeah, the opponent is the World's Meeting. We must take it seriously. Let's have a meeting now and make a specific plan."
"Director Zhao, this way please. Let's go upstairs to the tea room and chat slowly."
Yang Xuan greeted him warmly, thinking that as long as he did not mention anything about the pig's waist, it would be fine.
"Okay, let's go to the tea room!"
Madman Zhao was also very happy. He smiled at Yang Xuan and Loong Xiaomann and said, "Then I'll ask them to roast the pig's waist and send it over. Let's chat while eating."
Yang Xuan and Loong Xiaomann simultaneously turned their heads to look at the weasel. Their eyes were filled with deep regret.
At this moment, they especially regretted being too impulsive last night and beating the weasel until it was like this.
Otherwise, he would have been able to eat the pig's waist now.
The weasel's eyes revealed a sense of relief and relief. For the first time, it felt that being beaten up was actually a very worthwhile thing.
In any case, as long as he didn't touch the pig's waist, he would be fine even if he was beaten up twice now.
The discussion process went very smoothly. Yang Xuan and Loong Xiaomann formulated a series of detailed plans for Madman Zhao.
In the end, they even put all the credit on Madman Zhao. Even Madman Zhao misunderstood that he was the one who made this plan. He acted like an expert from the outside world the whole time.
The plan was finalized. After two weeks of precise planning and preparation, after repeated verification, Yang Xuan and Loong Xiaomann finally said to Madman Zhao, " Director Zhao, all the preparations are basically done. You can send out the notice now."
"Alright, I've been waiting for this day!"
These days, Madman Zhao was also impatient. Even in his dreams, he dreamt that the entire southern pig's waist was raining down on him like raindrops.
"Is 100,000 copies of the notice enough?"
Madman Zhao asked.
Yang Xuan and Loong Xiaomann were confused.
"Print 100,000 copies?"
Both of them were confused.
Madman Zhao said, "If it's not enough, I'll print a few more copies and let my brothers post my notices all over the streets and alleys in the south!"
Yang Xuan and Loong Xiaomann were stunned. When they realized what had happened, they almost lost their waist!
"Director Zhao, don't you know something called the Internet?"
Loong Xiaomann asked carefully.
Madman Zhao said, "Of course I know. It's high-tech. I chat on the Internet every day. Oh right, let's add each other on QQ as friends. My QQ account is called Past Days With Wind. I'm already level 80 or so, and I'm still a Red Diamond member. Awesome, right? "
Yang Xuan and Loong Xiaomann looked at each other. They really had the urge to kick this retard out.
"Let's talk about QQ numbers later. Director Zhao, there's something called Weibo. Just post it on it and buy some traffic. The effect will definitely be better than randomly posting flyers. What do you think?"
Loong Xiaomann patiently explained.
"Weibo. That's right. Why didn't I think of that? Hahaha, good idea!"
Madman Zhao slapped his forehead and made an expression as if he had just realized something. "Alright, I'll go and post it now... Oh right, how do I post it on Weibo?"
That night, Loong Xiaomann and Yang Xuan caught the weasel and gave it a good beating.
This time, there was no reason. They just wanted to find a place to vent their anger.
Because they felt that if they did not vent their anger, they would be driven crazy by Madman Zhao sooner or later!
Although the signature was Madman Zhao, it was a notice personally written by Yang Xuan. When it was sent out, it immediately caused the entire southern Pugilistic World to explode.
The notice was over a thousand words in length, and it was written so passionately that it made one's blood boil. The general meaning was that our Southern Pugilistic World's Communal Lord, the world, would be attacked by those vicious Jackals, and suffer great humiliation.
Therefore, as a member of the Southern Pugilistic World, we are willing to shoulder this responsibility. Planning to form a Dog Fighting Alliance, calling for the Southern Corridor to join in. We will fight for the Jackal together and help the World Alliance regain its reputation. He wanted to make the name of the Southern Pugilistic World known!
At the end of the letter, he added that it was just a proposal. Whether or not they were willing to join was entirely up to their own free will. If anyone had other considerations and it was inconvenient for them to join, it would also give them sufficient understanding.
This last paragraph seemed to be unimportant, but it was the most mysterious stroke of the notice.
Especially that sentence: If anyone had other considerations.
Other considerations?
Now that the Southern Communal Lord would suffer such humiliation, the entire Southern Pugilistic World was filled with righteous indignation. If anyone had "other considerations" at this time, wouldn't it be obvious that they didn't put the world in their eyes?
Therefore, after this notice was sent out, the entire Southern Pugilistic World immediately responded and expressed their willingness to join the Dog Fighting Alliance.
"F * ck, awesome, awesome, so many people have joined. Hahahaha, I'll get them to come over immediately!"
Madman Zhao was so excited that he was dancing with joy. He had never dreamt that he, Madman Zhao, would have such a huge lineup one day.
"No, wait for another three days."
Yang Xuan hurriedly stopped Madman Zhao's actions.
"Why? I can't wait any longer."
Madman Zhao couldn't wait any longer.
Loong Xiaomann took over the conversation and said seriously, "Because the number of people responding to us seems to be quite a lot."
"But compared to all the powers in the south, there is no more than thirty percent."
"And the enemies we are facing this time are exceptionally powerful and fierce. Just this bit of strength is not enough to fight against those Jackal."
"So we need more forces to join us. We need at least seventy percent of them to have this assurance!"
Madman Zhao's face was full of confusion, "Thirty percent is already quite a lot. Is that group of Jackals really that difficult to deal with?"
"This is called being prepared for no harm."
Yang Xuan took over the conversation and smiled at Madman Zhao, "Director Zhao, think about it. The Dog Fighting Alliance was personally organized by you."
"Furthermore, it was to help the World's Society get revenge, so we can only win this battle and not lose."
"If anything goes wrong, I'm sure Wen Tian will be furious, and he will transfer his anger to you."
"Actually, we don't even need to attack Wentian. It's just that the remaining 70% of the powers in the pugilistic world will tear you into pieces like a pack of hungry wolves."1
"Therefore, we must make sure that nothing goes wrong. We can't attack without a hundred percent certainty!"
Yang Xuan's words were impassioned, and it sounded very reasonable.
However, the truth was that if it was just to deal with the Jackal, thirty percent of the forces in the southern pugilistic world would be enough.
However, their real target was the enormous World Gathering!
Therefore, they had to attract as many forces as possible to join them.
"Then... then there's nothing I can do about it even if they don't join us. Isn't it written on the notice? It's just a proposal. Whether they're willing to join or not depends on their own willingness."
Madman Zhao scratched his head and said.
Yang Xuan smiled indifferently. An undetectable cold glint flashed across his eyes. He said in a playful tone, "So in these three days, we have to give some seasoning to those powers who are still watching."
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