On the eleventh floor of the headquarters, Ma Shan’s private room.
Xiao Xian was sitting on pins and needles on the sofa in the living room, and said listlessly: "Boss, if you don't tell me who Suning is, I will have a hard time doing things."
"In the morning, you told me to take good care of him. Within half an hour, you made a phone call and told me to treat him as a new disciple."
"Well, less than an hour later, you changed your mind again and asked me to be fair and just to him."
"I took 30% of the money sent by the disciples in the hall, and you always kept 70%."
"Youdao is short of mouth when it comes to eating people, and short of hands when taking advantage of others. How can you tell me to be fair and just?"
Xiao Xian kept complaining: "Take Rui Sheng's incident as an example. In the past, wasn't it normal for old disciples to suppress new disciples?"
"Suning has set a fair precedent. How can there be distinction between old disciples and new disciples in the future?"
On the sofa opposite, Ma Shan was lying sideways, playing with his mobile phone and saying, "This does not affect our collection of money."
"What half a million buys is the opportunity to learn. It's never about helping old disciples suppress new disciples."
"If you have the ability, you can take on the new disciples privately. I have no objection."
"But remember, in our court, when it comes to treating Suning, as long as he stays in the fortune-telling hall for one day, you will treat labor and management fairly."
"Don't make mistakes, don't get carried away by temporary gains."
"This is the intention of the higher-ups. I just obey the orders of my subordinates."
Xiao Xian, who had been kept in the dark, said in panic: "Higher level? How high?"
Ma Shan gestured with his hand and said simply: "It's as high as the twenty-second floor."
Xiao Xian's back softened and he immediately lay down on the coffee table in front of him.
The twenty-second floor? Isn’t that the floor where the direct disciples stay?
Currently, there is only one direct disciple left at the headquarters, Pei Chuan, a disciple of Kunlun Grand Elder Du Qirui.
Ma Shan kicked his feet and motioned for Xiao Xian to come over and talk.
"Well, there are still twenty-three floors." The lean old man kept saying nothing.
Xiao Xian knelt on his knees, dizzy and spinning.
On the twenty-third floor, Kunlun Young Master Lingxi?
At this moment, Xiao Xian felt extremely lucky.
He was glad that he had not protected Rui Sheng twenty minutes ago out of profit.
I'm glad I listened to Ma Shan's warning.
Even if he almost made a mistake.
But in the end, he escaped from hell.
As for when he left Ma Shan's room, Xiao Xian didn't know. His mind was in chaos.
Until he stood at the elevator entrance, his dull eyes suddenly became lively.
"Yes, send this giant Buddha away quickly and keep it until something happens to the hall sooner or later." Xiao Xian said to himself: "Would you recommend going to the hall to sit in the hall or to go to the hall to go?"
"Pang Shi is a fat pig who always laughs at me. Hey, I finally got a chance to take revenge."
"Push Suning to the hall, hahahaha, wonderful, wonderful."
"The sun is shining in the sky, the flowers are smiling at me, and the birds are saying morning, morning, morning, why are you carrying a bag of explosives?"
"Why?"
"Because I want to blow up Fatty Pang."
"Guisun, da da da da da..."
At this moment, Xiao Xian was dancing and his lips were grinning like flowers.
