"Why are such a bunch of rubbish coming here?"

Yang Fang frowned and shook off the blood on his fist.

It was a waste of his time to dare to come here with three tenth-grade people.

He suddenly looked at Manager Mu on one side and said coldly, "Where was the silver car robbed?"

"On the west side of the mountain road!"

Manager Mu said in panic.

Yang Fang let out a cold snort, unfolded his Qing Gong, and flew straight into the distance.

This group of people chased them here, and the silver car was probably still in the mountain road.

If you pursue him at this time, you will most likely be able to recover the silver car.

The facts were exactly as Yang Fang expected.

He plundered all the way, and when he arrived at the West Mountain Road in Nanlongling, he saw two silver cars parked well.

Bodies were scattered on the ground, dripping with blood.

They are all disciples of the Shenwu Sect who are responsible for the escort.

Yang Fang sniffed his nose gently.

The scent of the medicine is still in the air.

He walked over and lifted up the black cloth covering the surface, revealing the large box inside.

After opening it, I saw that the silver ingot inside was intact.

Yang Fang was about to rush back to the silver car when he suddenly frowned again, turned back suddenly, and then quickly rushed towards the grass on one side.

I saw three corpses in the grass, covered with leaves.

Except for one that is relatively fresh, the remaining two look to be at least three or four days old.

The clothes worn by the three people, without exception, are all the clothes of the outer disciples of the Shenwu Sect.

"Outer disciple."

Yang Fang was suspicious.

How could they die here?

His palms immediately began to search several people.

After a while, I found three letters.

After unfolding it, they were all written by his master Song Jinlun.

The first letter was to ask him about the situation of the silver mine. Now the sect was in urgent need of money and asked him to deliver a sum of silver to the sect.

The second letter asked him to be more careful these days, as the mysterious group from the evil organization might attack the silver mine.

The third letter asked him to return to the sect as soon as possible to listen to the instructions, and a new steward would arrive at the silver mine soon.

only!

Neither Yang Fang nor Song Jinlun expected that before these three letters were sent, the person who sent them would be robbed and killed along the way.

"A new manager is coming soon?"

Yang Fang frowned, feeling distressed.

He originally thought that his master could not remember him and that he could survive here for three months.

The results add up now, and it seems to be only about two months.

Yang Fang tore up three letters, drove three carriages, and returned to the silver mine.

The next step is to properly deal with the aftermath.

Especially when it comes to Manager Mu, he must be more careful.

This person has suffered many defeats at his own hands, and it is difficult to guarantee that he will not gossip with the new manager and cause himself more trouble.

"Guanshi Mu, come here!"

Yang Fang spoke calmly and called Manager Mu back to his residence.

"Guanshi Xiao"

Manager Mu's face turned pale and he followed Yang Fang anxiously.

"I just received the order, and I will return to the sect soon to listen. In other words, it is very likely that we will never see each other again. During this period, we have cooperated happily, don't you think?"

Yang Fang said.

"Yes, yes, congratulations to Manager Xiao on his promotion."

Manager Mu said quickly.

He didn't want to stay in Yang Fang's hands for a moment longer.

This guy is absolutely crazy.

"It would be best if you can get promoted."

Yang Fang flicked his palm lightly on the table, suddenly took out a white porcelain bottle, poured out a dark elixir from it, flicked it with his fingers and said, "Eat this!"

Steward Mu's face turned pale, he took the elixir and said anxiously, "Steward Xiao, this is"

"Don't blame me. This is for your own sake. Whether you want to die now or eat this depends on your own choice. I'm just protecting myself."

Yang Fang responded.

The atmosphere in the room instantly became depressing.

Steward Mu's face was pale, his heart filled with grief and anger, and he stared at Yang Fang in front of him.

Even if this guy is going to be transferred, he still wants to control himself with poison?

Da da da.

Yang Fang continued to flick his fingers on the table and frowned.

"I do not want to eat?"

"Eat, I eat!"

Manager Mu spoke quickly, raised his head and swallowed the pill.

Yang Fang suddenly smiled and said, "That's right. Don't worry, as long as you don't talk nonsense in the future, I guarantee that this thing will not happen in your stomach for the rest of your life. I hope we can get together and have a good time!"

He stood up, patted Manager Mu's shoulder gently with his palm, and walked towards the oven.

Manager Mu forced a smile and clenched his fist tightly, feeling filled with grief and anger.

Next, Yang Fang started working overtime to cast the armor.

The letter only stated that a new manager would be arriving soon, but did not specify a specific date.

He didn't dare to delay at all, he just wanted to complete the casting as soon as possible.

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Three days later.

The sun is shining brightly and the spring breeze is warm.

The new manager Tao frowned, wore a neat silk robe, held a thick black whip, and patrolled the silver mine with his hands behind his back.

“How much silver can the silver mines produce each month now?”

"Not much, probably just over 20,000 taels."

Yang Fang responded.

"More than twenty thousand taels?"

Steward Tao suddenly stopped, his face turned cold, he looked at Yang Fang and said, "Steward Xiao, are you fooling me? Such a big silver mine only produces more than 20,000 taels of silver a month?"

"I don't dare to fool Manager Tao, that's true."

"snort!"

Manager Tao's eyes were sharp and he snorted coldly and said, "I heard that when you work in a silver mine, you can make a fortune. Manager Xiao, did you make too much money?"

"Where do you start talking about Steward Tao? Since I took office, I have abided by the laws and regulations and have never made a penny. Steward Mu can testify to this!"

Yang Fang said.

"Yes, my subordinates guarantee that Manager Xiao will never get a penny more. Moreover, there have been many accidents in the silver mine, and it was Manager Xiao who recovered everything with his own efforts!"

Manager Mu quickly smiled flatteringly.

Wow!
To be continued...