Hunter X Hunter: I Want To Be A Foodie

Chapter 137: Compensation × Scalping Tickets × There Will Definitely Be Trouble! [First Update, Plea

At the same time, Yang Feng's luxurious suite in the Sky Arena was occupied.

Yang Feng is currently watching the news on TV with Gon, Killua and the others.

When Yang Feng saw his photo posted, his face darkened as he was eating fruit.

Standing up, Yang Feng rolled up his sleeves and prepared to walk outside with great energy.

When Gon saw him, he immediately knew that Yang Feng was angry at being slandered and planned to go find someone to settle the score.

So, he quickly said: "Brother Feng, don't be angry...this matter is just...just someone else's nonsense.

Killua chewed the chocolate ball in his mouth and said: "Yes, that's eating corpses?"

"I think even a ferocious foodie like you wouldn't be able to do this."

Yang Feng heard this and said with a dark face: "Of course I can't eat corpses."

"But they just reported news, and they dared to publish my photo.

"This seriously infringes on my image rights, and I must seek compensation from them."

"Portrait rights..." Gon and Killua were speechless for a moment. It turns out you are angry about this.

"Then how much compensation do you plan to ask for from the arena?" Killua asked curiously.

"At least 1,000... No, it's 80 million." Yang Feng thought for a while and said.

Killua's eyes suddenly lit up: "80 million nuns, if you want 12, I'll go with you, and you can give me a quarter of it when it's done."

After hearing this, Yang Feng rolled his eyes and didn't want to talk to Killua at all.

Good guy, you have to split money with every mouthful. Do you really think that money is so easy to make?

Thinking about it, Yang Feng turned around, opened the door and walked outside.

Seeing that Yang Feng was ignoring her, Killua was so angry that he ate a box of chocolate balls.

Then, he puffed up his cheeks and said sullenly: "Damn it, Yang Feng is such a stingy guy.

"If I hadn't run out of money recently, how could I care less about a mere 80 million.

Gon on the side smiled helplessly, because he knew where Killua's money went.

To this day, Killua still has hundreds of boxes of snacks stored in his room.

These were bought by him with extravagant money and all his winnings.

Gon simply couldn't understand why Killua liked snacks so much.

It's like he can't understand why Yang Feng likes to eat so much.

However, Yang Feng left to find the people at Sky Arena to demand compensation.

Came back in about twenty minutes.

When he came back, he had an unhappy expression on his face.

When Killua saw it, he couldn't help but gloated: "How is it? Do you want the money? Judging from your face, you must have been beaten back by someone, right?"

Yang Feng glanced at Killua: "Little brat, what do you know, saying that I didn't get compensation?"

"Although the arena doesn't offer any compensation for image rights, they are afraid that I will slap them."

"So, in the end, the person in charge of the arena had to agree to give me a stack of tickets for the games in the past few days."

"Tickets?" Killua and Gon couldn't help but be stunned. Compensation for the tickets?

"Yeah, they decided to compensate me with the tickets and use them to kill me."

Saying that, Yang Feng casually took out Houhouzhi's ticket from the storage space:

"Originally, I didn't want to accept it, but considering that they also work for others."

"I just had to be accommodating once and get the tickets from the drawer myself."

"Take it yourself" Looking at the pile of tickets, Gon and Gon immediately noticed the keyword.

They seemed to be able to imagine that the arena staff were on the verge of tears at this time.

After coming back to his senses, Killua asked: "So, what are you going to do with so many tickets?"

"Well..." Having said this, Yang Feng had a fox-like sly smile on his face.

"Hey, I decided to let you two sell scalped tickets at the entrance of the arena."

"Don't worry, I won't treat you badly, as long as all these tickets are sold out."

"When the time comes, I will give each of you ten percent of the money I earn."

"One tenth? Can you pick more?" Killua curled his lips and gave Yang Feng a look of contempt.

Gon scratched his head: "Brother Bangfeng, I have no objection to you selling tickets."

"However, recently because I can't practice "Nian", I have been busy practicing the six postures..."

"You can also practice while selling tickets." Yang Feng said seriously.

"Really?" Gon said in surprise: "Then how do you practice? Brother Feng."

Yang Feng said: "This, ahem...you will know this issue when the time comes.

"Anyway, just tell me if you want to help me sell tickets? Just nod if you want."

Killua shook his head decisively: "I don't want it, the reward is too little."

"Moreover, is it fair to ask us to sell tickets for you while you sit and wait to receive payment?"

When Yang Feng heard this, he was immediately dissatisfied: "What are you talking about? Why are you just sitting around waiting for money?"

"Let me tell you, I also have something to do, okay? I have to be busy looking for the rumour-mongering person."

"How dare you spread rumors that I eat corpses, if I catch the initiator."

"Hmph, if I don't trick him until there is only one inner treasury left, then I will take his surname."

"…………………………" Killua was speechless when he heard Yang Feng say this.

I can only silently sympathize with that person, or those who spread rumors.

The consequences of provoking Yang Feng, a foodie, will definitely make them regret it for the rest of their lives.

"How is it? Do you want to agree?" Yang Feng asked again.

Gon nodded and said: "Since you can practice while selling tickets, then I have no objection. I am willing to help Brother Feng sell tickets."

Yang Feng smiled and said: "Refreshing, people like Gon are like good friends, not like Killua..."

"What's wrong with me?" Killua interrupted and said with an unkind look on his face: "I didn't say I would never agree."

"Well, as long as you are willing to make new dishes for us to eat afterwards...

"Deal, I promise to make two super delicious dishes." Yang Feng said decisively.

Killua listened and nodded: "Okay, I have no objection."

In order to eat delicious food, Killua believes that the hard work is worth it.

Immediately, Yang Feng handed the tickets to Gon and asked them to sell out within three days.

As for the ticket price... Well, Yang Feng decided to sell it off the building for 100,000 yuan a piece.

This price is 100,000 gin cheaper than the one sold in the arena.

It is estimated that people in the Sky Arena will be so depressed that they vomit blood if they find out.

"By the way, there will be your competition later, aren't you ready?"

Suddenly, Killua asked, and the person he asked was naturally Yang Feng.

Yang Feng has participated in the third competition in the past half month.

In that game, he still killed his opponent and won the third victory on the 200th floor.

At the same time, although the opponent is very weak, it also provides 14 experience points.

In other words, Yang Feng is now at level 10, and the difference is only 1 experience point.

So, on the day when the match between Kaishi Douro and Hisoka was going on.

Yang Feng participated in another game and decided to win the fourth victory and reach level 20010.

"Well, there's no need to prepare. Just bet all your money on me to win."

Yang Feng smiled and said, his tone full of incomparable confidence.

After practicing for another half month, he is much stronger now.

However, after hearing Yang Feng's words, Killua rolled his eyes speechlessly.

"Are you still betting? Are you stupid? Yang Feng, haven't you heard the latest news about today's conference..."

"Since our quarrel that time, Sky Arena has permanently canceled any bets on your matches."

Hearing Killua's words, Yang Feng's smile froze, and there was a black line on his head.

"Is there such a thing? Damn it, why didn't anyone tell me? What they did was simply depriving me of my normal rights as a player. It was too much of a lie.

Saying that, Yang Feng rolled up his sleeves and started to walk out again.

This time, Gon was stunned for a moment, but Qi Li asked:

"Where are you going? Yang Feng, are you planning to go to the betting shop again...

"Go and knit. The competition time is coming soon. Of course I have to go to the venue."

Yang Feng said without looking back. After speaking, he opened the door and walked out.

Gon and Killua looked at each other, they always felt that Yang Feng would not suffer the consequences.

Sky Arena unilaterally canceled Yang Feng's game bet, although Yang Feng did not suffer any loss.

However, how could Yang Feng remain indifferent to such targeted treatment.

"Well...I guess he will definitely cause some trouble before tomorrow..."

Killua said very seriously, and Gon could only laugh dryly after hearing this.

Indeed, Gon also agreed with Killua's point of view and believed that Yang Feng would definitely cause trouble. .