He waved his hand and signaled the two maids to go out first. Then he took a sip of the exquisite purple-red teapot and smacked his lips repeatedly, as if he was savoring the endless sweetness of the tea.
"Hui Ma is in charge, I am Suning." I stood obediently, pretending to be calm, and scolded Pei Chuan ten thousand times in my heart.
This guy really doesn't care about me when he says he doesn't care about me.
He walked as cleanly as if he was running for his life.
I expected him to help me establish a relationship and establish friendship with Ma Shan.
Not to mention taking a little care of me in private, at least it will make it easier for me to bribe and ask for leave in the future.
It's great now, all hope is gone, turned into ashes, and it makes me full of complaints.
But if you think about it carefully, this should be what Lingxi means.
She wanted me to practice without any support at the headquarters and become a real Huang Lingshi as soon as possible.
The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.
I clearly understand Lingxi’s good intentions.
But to be clear, there is no less uneasiness and nervousness that I should have.
After all, it is a strange place, and I have no idea how it will be arranged later.
It doesn't matter if I do well and live up to Lingxi's expectations of me.
But if I fail to do something right, offend Ma Shan, or unintentionally break the rules of the headquarters, I can’t even imagine the consequences waiting for me.
"Sit down, there is no need to be restrained." Ma Shan pointed to the sofa opposite and said with a bright smile: "Since you have joined Kunlun, we are one family."
"One family doesn't speak the same language, and you were brought here by Master Pei. This..."
Ma Shan changed his tone and asked insinuatingly: "What does Mr. Pei have to tell you?"
"Huh?" I was dumbfounded and at a loss.
Ma Shan reminded calmly: "For example, a letter of recommendation or something."
I slowly shook my head, saying no.
"No letter of recommendation?" Ma Shan narrowed his eyes, a look of suspicion appeared on his face.
He put down the small teapot in his hand and asked: "You were temporarily seconded by the young master at the end of last year. Where were you before? Kunlun Mountain?"
I bit the bullet and followed Pei Chuan's instructions in advance and said, "Yes, it was a coincidence that the headmaster took seriously, so I ran errands and did odd jobs there for more than half a year."
Ma Shan half-smiled but said, "That's good. Others are not as blessed as you."
"In this case, I will first find someone to accompany you to familiarize yourself with the environment of the hall. We will talk about the specific details in the afternoon."
Ma Shan took out his mobile phone and made a call. Soon, a middle-aged man in his forties walked in.
"Lao Zhu, this is Suning, a new disciple in the fortune-telling hall. You take him with you first." Ma Shan ordered: "I am young, so you should be more considerate."
The middle-aged man named Zhu responded respectfully, with a strange color flashing in his eyes.
"Suning, come with me." He smiled gently.
...
On the 11th floor of the headquarters, Ma Shan’s private room.
In the small living room, besides Ma Shan, there were five other old men.
They are the manager of the reception hall: Gong Sui.
Logistics Hall Manager: Cai Jin.
Guard Hall Manager: Zhang Heyou.
Feng Shui Hall Manager: Ni Jiujiang.
The manager of Zhuxie Hall: Lei Zhan.
The six people were smoking and drinking tea, looking at each other in silence, but they were silent.
Ma Shan puffed up the clouds and said with a frown on his face: "Everyone, what do you think about this matter?"
