Chapter one hundred and seventy-four, the real departure
Fang Shunhe was very depressed.
After spending so much effort, nothing has been gained.
The worst thing is that news from the Luo family came again.
The mistress was very angry and was very dissatisfied with the efficiency of Shunhe. It has been almost half a month, and even a small S.H.E.L.D.
Fang Shunhe didn't know why the mistress was so concerned about SHIELD, but he knew that he had to speed up.
Although Fang Shunhe is the right-hand assistant of the butler, the one who is truly loyal to the Luo family's mistress.
He was a little confused.
Although this matter is quite serious, it does not seem to be worthy of the mistress's attention. Could it be because of Luo Sen?
Fang Shunhe couldn't figure it out.
But he knew that he had to hurry up.
But... he really couldn't think of any other way.
Is it really necessary to use force to solve the problem?
Once force is used, the nature of the matter will be enormous, so God must take down S.H.E.L.D. without knowing it.
This probably requires several Lingzong or a Lingzun master.
But isn't the price paid a bit too high?
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Seven days later.
The old shopkeeper returned to the Wu Mansion in a bumpy carriage.
He is really aged a lot, even his legs and feet are a little uneven, his whole body is so listless that he feels so depressed that he even has frequent headaches.
This is probably a side effect of soul search.
His nephew didn't care about him anymore, and after leaving him in a room, he never came to see him again.
I heard that Wu Boyong has been entrusting his relationships again, hoping to get along with him and increase his hope of becoming the manager of Baiyuge Headquarters Store.
It is already quite amazing that Bai Yuge Headquarters Store can become the manager of it.
"Ahem, ahem."
The old shopkeeper lay on the bed and coughed constantly, his breath was weak.
"Hey, eat." The servants of the Wu family slapped some rough food on the table, and looked at the old shopkeeper who was in twilight with contempt.
The old shopkeeper's eyes were turbid, and he sat up hard, and then his head began to hurt again.
"Don't pretend to be pitiful." The servant rolled his eyes and said, "It's all your fault that you are, the old man, has made the family unhappy. His temper has become worse recently, which has made us scary people always scolded.
It hurts people and wastes food."
The old shopkeeper raised his eyes hard and glanced at the servant.
The head of the Wu family and several masters from the sidelines were very dissatisfied with the old shopkeeper.
Because they could have pleased the Luo family and improved the Wu family's status in the sideline family, but unfortunately, because the old shopkeeper didn't know anything, the wishful thinking was gone.
It may even cause disgust from the Luo family.
Injure people.
Old waste.
This is what the Wu family secretly called him.
Almost no one in the Wu family has good looks to the old shopkeeper. If it weren't for his part as a member of the Wu family, he would have been thrown out long ago.
A person who has been away from home for ten years has almost become an outsider.
The old shopkeeper felt bitter in his heart.
"Brother, don't you mind asking my nephew to come back for me." The old shopkeeper said weakly.
The servant sneer sneered: "Don't be stupid. That master has been busy lately. Where can I see you if I have time?"
The old shopkeeper trembled and took out a spirit stone: "As long as you help me pass on a message, this spirit stone is yours. Tell him that I have a way to help him."
"Wait." The servant's eyes lit up, he hurriedly took the spirit stone, ran out in a row.
The old shopkeeper felt desolate inside.
Originally, I had to use this method to talk to my second uncle's nephew, but now I want to see him.
The meal on the table was already cold.
The old shopkeeper had no appetite at all, just sat on the bed, looked up at the thick beam in the room, and fell into deep thought.
About an hour passed.
Bang!
The door was knocked open.
"Second uncle, second uncle." Wu Boyong rushed in, excited and excited, his voice: "Do you think you have a way to help me?"
The old shopkeeper nodded slowly.
"What's the solution?" Wu Boyong asked hurriedly.
The old shopkeeper laughed: "I want to see your father. Take me to see his spiritual cards. I have been back for so long and haven't seen him yet."
"What a troublesome thing, tell me what to do first." Wu Boyong was very anxious.
The old shopkeeper kept silent.
Wu Boyong was a little angry and finally said helplessly: "Okay, okay, see my father, let's go."
After saying that, Wu Boyong found a wheelchair and pushed the old shopkeeper to the sect ancestral hall.
The old shopkeeper looked at his brother's spirit card.
Silence.
My brother died early and he was transferred to Huangshalin again. Boyong was helpless and became like this from a lively and kind child.
"Uncle Second, you are satisfied." Wu Boyong said.
The old shopkeeper nodded: "You kowtow to me and call me a few more uncle."
Wu Boyong was patient and kowtowed, calling him Uncle Er.
"Push me around, I want to take a good look at the Wu Mansion and then take me back to the room." The old shopkeeper rubbed his temples tiredly, and his head started to hurt again.
Wu Boyong couldn't help it: "Uncle Second, you can't be fooling me, right?"
"Don't worry, you...you are my nephew after all."
When Wu Boyong heard this, he felt a little relieved and pushed the old shopkeeper around the Wu Mansion, then sent him back to the room.
"Uncle Second, it's OK now." Wu Boyong's patience was all worn out, and his tone became worse.
"It's OK."
"Then tell me quickly, what's the solution?"
The old shopkeeper trembled and took out a bag of spiritual coins from his arms: "This is all my savings, one million spirit stones, and it is more than enough to buy a seat in charge."
One million spirit stones.
Already quite a lot.
This money was forced to the old shopkeeper before leaving.
It is said to be the pension money for the old shopkeeper.
The old shopkeeper refused for a long time, but Luosen was very determined, so he accepted it.
"So much!" Wu Boyong grabbed the bag of spiritual coins, his eyes glowing: "Uncle Second, you really have money. If you have this money, just take a little bit of it. Isn't the position of the manager easy to get?"
Wu Boyong left in a hurry.
After all, we have to hurry up, and many people are watching the vacancy of the business.
The old shopkeeper looked at Wu Boyong's back and smiled sadly.
The room fell into silence again.
The old shopkeeper climbed up with difficulty, tore the sheets into pieces, then tied them together, and threw them onto the beam of the room.
He moved a bench with difficulty and then slowly stepped on it.
"Young Master, it's simply unfaithful and unrighteous to leave at such a moment."
"I have no shame to go back to see you."
"I have no worries about being able to see the store I built develop so strongly."
"If there is a next life, the old slave is willing to do things under the young master."
The old shopkeeper closed his eyes and kicked the bench down.