Chapter 39 Compensation
Li Xiaoyao looked at Zhao Kongming's nervous look, and said to him with a strong tone: "I also understand what happened. Although it is not entirely your fault, the disciple is also at fault, but after all, so many people died. "
When Zhao Kongming saw that Li Xiaoyao wanted to let him go, his eyes lit up and he quickly expressed his position: "It's okay, it's okay. Our Blue Sky Construction Team will be entirely responsible for the pension of the deceased disciple!"
When the monks from other construction teams nearby saw that they could survive, they quickly followed suit: "That's right, that's right, senior, don't worry, we are entirely responsible for the pension."
Li Xiaoyao wondered: "But I'm afraid you can't afford it."
Zhao Kongming patted his chest and said, "Senior, don't worry. Although our business is small, we still have some savings. I can still afford the pension."
"That's it"
Li Xiaoyao started to think about it: "Our disciples here are all raising their own families. Let's count them together. Every disciple who died has parents, a younger brother, a younger sister, a younger sister-in-law, a younger brother-in-law, and a paralyzed one. His wife, mother-in-law and father-in-law, and a dozen children, his brother's twenty-some children, and his sister's forty children, even if you pay one low-grade spiritual stone for each of them, you will have to pay for the pension of that disciple. The gold is probably, well, about one hundred and thirty-two spiritual stones.”
Li Xiaoyao showed a helpless expression: "If we calculate it this way and wipe out the fraction for you, then the pension for a dead disciple is one hundred and thirty spirit stones."
What the hell?
Zhao Kongming was stunned. A dozen children and dozens of nephews? Are you Xiaoyao faction engaged in charity?
A dead disciple is equivalent to one hundred and thirty low-grade spiritual stones. It seems that at least thirty or forty disciples have died, which is 5,200 low-grade spiritual stones, and that is fifty-two medium-grade spiritual stones.
This does not include the disabled disciples. If the disabled disciples were included, the amount of compensation would probably exceed one hundred middle-grade spiritual stones.
We can only earn a total of thirty middle-grade spiritual stones this time. Zhao Kongming wants to cry but has no tears.
Zhao Kongming expressed doubts: "Senior, are the pensions you give these mortal disciples too generous? If a mortal disciple of other sects dies, then paying a total of one low-grade spiritual stone is considered a mercy. How can you even give your family members Who cares?"
Li Xiaoyao said helplessly: "You don't know the specific situation of our Xiaoyao Sect. Although I am the leader of Xiaoyao Sect, a lot of eyes are paying attention to me every day. They have to make contributions to the development of Xiaoyao Sect every day. Some people even criticize, so in order to maintain a long-term source of disciples, I spend a lot of time reading those comments every day in order to better meet the needs of disciples. Do you know that there is a queue outside now. There are tens of millions of people who want to become disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect. If I don’t handle this stampede well enough, then my source of disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect will definitely suffer a big setback. "
Tens of millions of mortals are vying to join this Xiaoyao sect?
Zhao Kongming thought he heard wrongly.
Li Xiaoyao shook his head helplessly and said: "If you really can't produce the spirit stone, then you can only pay for one life with one life, so as to calm their anger."
Hearing this, Zhao Kongming was frightened. He begged with a sad face: "Senior, the amount you mentioned is very reasonable, but we came out in a hurry and really didn't bring too many spirit stones. Can you please be accommodating? Leave us a way to survive."
Li Xiaoyao pretended to be embarrassed, as if he had worked hard to make up his mind: "Well, you don't have to pay compensation to the injured disciples. I don't care. You only have to compensate the dead disciples."
Hearing this, Zhao Kongming breathed a long sigh of relief, with joy on his face: "Senior, you are so reasonable. As soon as you count the number of dead disciples, I will immediately give you the spiritual stone."
Zhao Kongming secretly wiped his cold sweat. Although more than fifty middle-grade spiritual stones were a lot, he could still afford them.
It's such bad luck that this month's reward is only thirty mid-grade spiritual stones, which is equivalent to two months of work by their Blue Sky Construction Team in vain.
But he was satisfied if he could save a small life.
Li Xiaoyao had long secretly asked the boy not to resurrect the dead players, and then ordered the remaining Guapi disciples who had nothing to do to go down the mountain to count the bodies.
The players were chattering and discussing the stampede while moving.
"By the way, this order was given directly by Brother Xiaoyao. It doesn't seem to be a mission."
"It shouldn't be a mission, there isn't even a mission reward."
"Brother Xiaoyao is too stingy!"
"Brother Hei Xiaoyao is like throwing an ax into the sky. The sky is so high and vast. No matter how high you throw the ax, it can't touch the sky."
".I'm just telling the truth."
"Okay, stop arguing, go and count the bodies. Didn't you notice that none of the dead players were resurrected this time?"
"I'll go, I understand. This is all planned and designed. This stampede should be a part of the plot, and it will definitely help the development of the plot later!"
"Holy crap, it seems like this is really the case. I contacted several friends, and they were just thrown to death, and they haven't been revived yet."
"My God, this planning is so awesome, and the degree of freedom is incredible. It's the first time I've heard that players can personally participate in plot missions."
"What if the dear friend just stabilized himself and didn't fall? Will the plot not be able to continue?"
"Don't say he is stable. How did the planner know that we are going to go up the mountain with them? How did the planner know that the man would reach out and touch the NPC? Did they not know it beforehand?"
"Maybe it's psychology?"
"Maybe, but isn't this a bit scary?"
Li Xiaoyao didn't know what Guapi's disciples were thinking about him at this time. He was waiting for them to move the body to the mountain and collect the spirit stones directly.
Zhao Kongming looked at the Xiaoyao sect disciples who were talking and laughing while moving the corpses, and felt cautious and panicked all over.
He asked carefully: "Senior, why are your other living disciples laughing when your disciple is dead?"
Hearing this question, the other monks in the Lantian Construction Team were also puzzled. They pricked up their ears and cast their eyes on Li Xiaoyao.
Li Xiaoyao looked at Zhao Kongming with a smile and stretched out his right hand: "Article 6 of the contract, if you have any questions, either hold it back or give it to the spirit stone."
Zhao Kongming couldn't hold it in any longer, so he neatly took out ten low-grade spiritual stones and handed them to Li Xiaoyao.
Li Xiaoyao then explained with a serious face: "Actually, these disciples come from a remote mountain, and the customs of the people there may be different from those here. In their hometown, they cry when they are happy and cry when they are sad. Only then will I laugh.”
Although Zhao Kongming and others felt a little incredible, the scene in front of them could only be explained in this way. After all, the spiritual world is so vast that it is not surprising that there are so many weird customs.
Li Xiaoyao said calmly: "My disciples are all professionally trained and generally don't laugh."
As he said that, he looked around and glanced at every monk in the Blue Sky Construction Team: "Unless you can't help it."
Zhao Kongming and others couldn't help but shudder, how sad these disciples are now!
This further strengthened their determination to pay the money as soon as possible, otherwise looking at the sad looks of these disciples, they were really afraid that they would never leave Montenegro again.