In the not-so-bright cave, the rich red glow now occupies most of it, and the cave is filled with tiny mottled red shadows, just like a fairyland.
All of this was caused by the bloody jade wood in the box.
Feng Jueyu stared intently, already a little greedy. He could see that this piece of bloody jade wood would gather the surrounding source energy.
Not to mention whether you can improve your cultivation immediately, at least now you are refreshed and your mind is focused.
This is of certain help to spiritual practice.
"What is this?" Feng Jueyu decided to remain calm for now and observe Han Zhao carefully.
When Feng Jueyu asked, Han Zhao, who had been prepared for it, introduced: "Master Hui Ling, this thing is called the bud blood wood core. It was originally a 100,000-year-old bud blood tree in the Jinze blood swamp in the Houling Mausoleum of Jindu.
It is made from a tree. This Bud Blood Tree is born with the ability to gather the Origin Qi of the heaven and earth in a nearby radius, so that the area for several miles is filled with Origin Qi. Among the Bud Blood Trees, the most precious one is this wooden core.
With this wooden core, although it cannot gather the source energy of heaven and earth within a radius of several miles like the Blood Bud Tree, it can still be used to poke holes in the cave."
Han Zhao introduced it in an orderly manner: "With this bud blood wood core, the ridge master only needs to place it near the place where he usually practices, and the wood core can help the ridge master gather the surrounding source energy of heaven and earth.
, and at the same time, it also has the effect of exorcising evil spirits, removing filth, and blocking demons for practitioners. It can make people have no distractions. If there is divine help, practice will get twice the result with half the effort."
After Han Zhao finished speaking, he held the box under his head with both hands and said loudly: "I would like to present this treasure to the lord of the ridge. I hope the lord of the ridge will accept it."
The handler has short hands!
After listening to this, Feng Jueyu thought to himself.
But if you don't, you won't be able to find out Han Zhao's thoughts.
Feng Jueyu smiled slightly and pretended to say: "No reward for no merit. I asked Manager Han to cut off my love for the first time we met. I am... really embarrassed, right?"
Han Zhao said sincerely: "In Qingmuling, everything including us subordinates does not belong to the Ridge Master. Ridge Master, please accept it!"
When Feng Jueyu saw it, he couldn't accept it anymore, so he nodded and said: "Manager Han is interested, so this ridge master will be disrespectful."
Feng Jueyu clicked on the table, and Han Zhao politely held the box and placed the bud blood wood core on the table.
After that, Feng Jueyu didn't touch the bud blood wood core, pointed to the seat below and said: "Manager Han, sit down and talk."
"Thank you, Ridge Master..."
Han Zhao was very careful in every move he made and adhered to the etiquette of superiors and subordinates. If nothing else, Feng Jueyu was very satisfied with this alone.
Then the two began to chat. The main way of chatting was that Feng Jueyu asked questions and Han Zhao answered. The focus of the conversation revolved around understanding Han Zhao.
"When did Manager Han join the Aoki branch?"
"I heard that Manager Han encountered difficulties a year ago and was injured. Where is the injury? How is his recovery?"
"What kind of person is Master Luo?"
"..."
Some seemingly irrelevant topics were openly discussed in the cave. Feng Jueyu asked one question after another, a hammer in the east and a stick in the west. There seemed to be no order, but in fact Han Zhao was not stupid.
You can tell by listening that Feng Jueyu wants to understand him from all aspects.
Regarding this, Han Zhao did not reject it. He responded to whatever he had to say, and his answers were always reasonable. The two had a good conversation.
After chatting like this for a long time, Feng Jueyu suddenly changed the subject and asked: "Manager Han, I heard that you and Manager Liu are jointly responsible for the mineral veins in Qingmuling, right?"
When Han Zhao heard this, his eyes finally had some sparkle in his eyes, and he said honestly: "Back to the ridge master, these are all lies. In fact, since the time when Luo Zhang was envoy, his subordinates have no longer been in charge of the mineral veins. The mineral veins are all over the ridges of Anfu.
The top priority was originally supervised by the Lord of the Ridge himself, with Manager Liu taking care of the specific matters. Every once in a while, the Lord of the Ridge would personally inspect the mine to see what the output of the mineral veins had been over the past year and the texture of the Origin God Stone.
The ridge master knew all about it, but after the death of Commander Luo, the Aoki branch was left without a leader, so this mine has been in the hands of Manager Liu for several years."
Feng Jueyu blinked after hearing this: "Ah, that's it. Does Manager Han know how many sacred stones the mine can produce every year?"
Han Zhao was also thinking about something in his mind. When he asked about it, he immediately smiled and said: "I really don't know how specific it is. Even if I know, I don't dare to talk nonsense, because if I say something wrong,
Could it be that the ridge master misunderstood Manager Liu?"
He thought to himself that he had finally reached the key topic.
Feng Jueyu said: "Wu Fang, let me tell you. I am also new here. I have to understand some of the big and small things in this Qingmu branch. I will tell you whether it is accurate or not, but I want to listen to what all of you have to say.
That’s what I said.”
Han Zhao showed a wry smile, thought for a while and said: "As far as my subordinates know, the number of outputs from this mine varies every year. In good times, there are more than three hundred thousand, and in bad times, there are twenty-five or six."
Wanba, of course, I am afraid that only Manager Liu knows the things here best, and what my subordinates said may not be very accurate."
After hearing this, Feng Jueyu narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "That's not what Liu Hong told me. He said that when it was good, it would be 21 or 20,000, and when it was bad, it would only be 18 or 90,000."
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Han Zhao was stunned and immediately lowered his head and said: "That may be the subordinate's nonsense."
Afterwards, both of them fell silent.
Feng Jueyu really didn’t know much about the mineral veins in the God Realm, but when he saw Han Zhao’s expression, he knew it and asked: “Manager Han, if I ask you to inspect the mineral veins, can you roughly analyze the mining traces?
How many sacred stones are produced every year?"
"This..." Han Zhao looked embarrassed and thought for a long time before saying, "I can probably tell something about it."
"Haha, that's great."
Feng Jueyu smiled, patted the armrest of the chair and said: "As far as I know, in a few days it will be the time to mine the mineral veins every year. Then you will accompany me to the mines to see how I, the lord, will behave once I take office.
Can it bring blessings and let our mines produce more sacred stones?"
Han Zhao smiled bitterly when he heard this and said to himself, are you looking to see if you are lucky? Are you trying to see if Liu Hong has enriched his own pockets?
But Han Zhao did not refuse, he just smiled and said: "Everything will be done according to the instructions of the Lord of the Ridge."
Feng Jueyu asked again: "Hey, by the way, you said that I have just taken office, how much salary should I give to the little gods in the ridge in the form of sacred stones? Two yuan a day, or three yuan?"
Han Zhao was stunned again, and then replied: "This subordinate doesn't know much about it. I only know that when the Luo Zhang Envoy was here, each minor god would get two sacred stones every day."
"Really? Then should I give more."
When Feng Jueyu said this, his eyes were already filled with sternness.
Because Liu Hong told him that the current salary of the minor gods in Qingmuling is five sacred stones per person per day.
But Han Zhao told him that when Luo Zhang was here, each person only had two yuan per day.
So much difference.
Then Liu Hong must have lied.
Of course, from the beginning, he did not believe what Liu Hong said. The reason why he did not speak out was just to see how far Liu Hong wanted to fool him.
After listening to it now, if I am not wrong, this Liu Hong really treats himself as a useless puppet.
You can deceive as much as you want.
After the two chatted for a few more words, Han Zhao stood up and left.
During the entire chat, except for the question about the mineral veins, neither of them seemed to have touched upon any topic related to the stability of the Aoki Mansion.
But the real situation is that everything Han Zhao said filled the gap for Feng Jueyu who had little knowledge of the Qingmu branch, and he clarified many issues at once.
When Han Zhao stood up to say goodbye, he looked at the empty cave, then glanced at Kua Gong standing outside the door, and said: "Ling Master, you have too few people waiting here. Do you want me to find two people for you?"
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When Feng Jueyu heard this, he rolled his eyes and said: "There are a few people. There were two here before, but one of them was actually sent by Ma Dezhong to monitor me. Manager Han, do you think I, the ridge master, am a loser?"
Ah, even a subordinate manager dares to humiliate me like this."
Han Zhao quickly bowed and said: "My subordinates have just found out about Ma Dezhong. It is him who deserves to die. He cannot blame the lord of the ridge. Don't worry, the lord of the ridge. The person you are looking for for the lord of the ridge will never offend the ridge like a bad servant."
The Lord is angry.”
Feng Jueyu glanced at Han Zhao and said, "Well, I can trust Manager Han, so let's arrange for one person to accompany Kuaigong. Not too many. I like to be quiet."
"Then this subordinate will just take care of it."
"Thank you very much, Manager Han."
"It should."
After Han Zhao finished speaking, he respectfully exited the cave.
After he left, Feng Jueyu's eyes slightly changed color, and he called Kua Gong in.
Inside the cave, Kua Gong knelt on his knees and said nothing.
After Feng Jueyu narrowed his eyes and glanced at her, he said in a deep voice: "You know you are wrong when you praise your work?"
The fat man who boasted more than 300 kilograms of work shivered hard and said: "I know I was wrong."
"What's wrong?"
"The mistake was not reporting the information."
"What did I tell you?" Feng Jueyu's face was ashen.
But Kuaigong raised his head and said: "Master Ling, although Lan Yu made a mistake, before he made a mistake, he was not the same as the slave. He was kidnapped to the Qingmu branch. There is no friendship between us, but we have sympathy for each other. I don't want to
I watched her being punished and killed, and it was my fault. Anyway, I admit it. The master of the ridge can punish her however he wants. I admit it."
"You have quite a bit of guts when riding a horse."
After hearing this, Feng Jueyu's eyes widened and he shouted: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
Kua Gong raised his head with red eyes and said: "This slave is worse off than alive now, so why should we be afraid of death?"
"Hey? You're such a stubborn person!" Feng Jueyu was angry for a long time and then became happy.