Chapter 927 The Great Secret of the Dragon and Phoenix Joint Burial Tomb!
Cultivation takes no time.
The night flew by quietly.
When the first ray of dawn fell, Yang Fan opened his eyes on time, climbed out of bed, changed his clothes, and walked out of the room.
"I've met Manager Yang."
When the palace attendants in the Evergreen Palace saw him, they all bowed their heads and saluted.
Yang Fan carried his hands behind his back and went to the palace. After not seeing her all night, Concubine Chen seemed to have become much more hydrated, with an astonishing beauty exuding from her eyebrows.
"You came."
Her beautiful eyes turned, with a soft and charming look.
When Yang Fan saw her combing her hair, he took the horn comb and said, "Why don't you let me help you!"
"Um."
Concubine Chen did not refuse and allowed him to comb her hair.
Yang Fan stood behind Concubine Chen and could feel her body temperature. The horn comb brushed against her hair, smooth and gentle.
Several palace maids not far away could not help exchanging glances under their heads. They felt that the two people sitting and standing together in front of them were surprisingly harmonious.
Not long after, Yang Fan finally helped Concubine Chen comb her hair.
Concubine Chen looked at the mirror with satisfaction and said, "Xiao Fanzi, your craftsmanship is pretty good."
"Thank you for the compliment, ma'am."
Yang Fan smiled slightly, and the tenderness in his eyes made Concubine Chen feel sweet in her heart. God was so kind to her!
After finishing dressing up, Concubine Chen asked Yang Fan if he wanted to go to Burning Moon Palace together.
Yang Fan saw Concubine Chen's eyes full of meaning, and said without changing his expression: "Concubine, I have just been promoted to Dongchang Stall, but today I have to familiarize myself with official duties."
"That's it, then go ahead."
Concubine Chen did not force it, and was escorted by a group of people to the Burning Moon Palace.
Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief and went directly to Dongchang.
After becoming a stall owner, I finally took the first step up the Dongchang hierarchy.
Of course, this step is not easy to take. Firstly, it requires strength, secondly, it requires qualifications, and thirdly, it requires vacancies.
The establishment of Dongchang is basically full. Generally, ordinary tasks rarely suffer losses. Only in large-scale tasks, the probability of losses becomes very high.
At this time, if someone is promoted, there will be a chance to rise to the top.
Of course, you may not necessarily be able to sit comfortably once you reach the top. If you don't have the strength and skill, you will be pushed out sooner or later.
There are a group of eunuchs in the East Factory, and they have a lot of vicious ideas. In order to create a vacancy, the people below don't mind if their chief officer dies early.
"Xiao Fanzi, you are finally here!"
Sun Rong had come early, specifically to wait for Yang Fan.
"Why are you here?"
Yang Fan raised his eyebrows.
Sun Rong said quickly: "My father-in-law is afraid that you are not familiar with the rules, so he specially arranged for me to help you familiarize yourself with the stall affairs."
"In addition, I completed three blood transfusions yesterday, and my father-in-law said that it would be a good time for me to practice by your side."
Speaking of breakthroughs, Sun Rong was obviously very happy.
The martial arts master who had been replaced three times has finally caught up with the progress of the overall factory guards, and can still complete tasks with Xiao Fanzi, which is really great!
"You made a breakthrough? Not bad, not bad."
Yang Fan glanced at Sun Rong twice, and indeed saw that his aura was a bit deeper. However, without the energy and blood showing, he could not judge his true state.
"Come, I'll take you to meet your subordinates!"
Sun Rong led the way, introducing the situation to Yang Fan as he walked.
In this mission, because Tao Ying's men were far away from the battlefield, there was not much damage overall.
Only a stall owner who was responsible for guarding outside was killed when the white-clothed Buddha fled, and only then could Yang Fan successfully fill the gap.
Otherwise, he might have to wait a long time.
As Sun Rong was talking, he couldn't help but remind him: "Xiao Fanzi, promotion of stalls is usually based on people who have worked hard at the grassroots level. You are parachuted into the stalls of the tenth team this time, I'm afraid you will cause some trouble."
You must exercise some restraint when it comes to people’s dissatisfaction.”
"restraint?"
Yang Fan raised his eyebrows.
"The overall strength of the tenth team is very strong, and Zaotou was a master who changed blood six times before his death, so there are several innate martial arts masters in the team..."
Sun Rong's meaning was obvious, he was worried that Yang Fan, who had just broken through to the realm of an innate martial artist, would suffer.
Yang Fan smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I know what's going on."
A bunch of innate martial arts masters still want him to suffer?
If these people really commit the following offenses, will the sword in their hands really harm them?
At this time, all the troops from the tenth team had gathered in a side hall of the East Factory. At first glance, it looked very dark, and there were probably no less than a hundred people there.
Their auras were all strong, and each of them remained silent without speaking, making the atmosphere in the hall seem extremely dull, like a cloudy sky without rain.
For a while.
Someone finally spoke: "I heard that a stall was parachuted down? Or is it a new employee who just joined the factory?"
This man looked about forty years old, with a square face, broad eyes, and some white hair on his temples. His face looked full of vicissitudes of life, and his breath had a hint of sharpness.
Xing Zhuo!
This person is a senior factory guard in Team 10.
He became an innate martial artist early on, but he was always overshadowed by his old stall owner Wei Yu. I thought that since Wei Yu died during this mission, it was his turn to be the stall stall owner.
Who would have thought that a newcomer would pick the peaches halfway, he would naturally be extremely dissatisfied.
As soon as he opened his mouth, people around him also looked over.
After all, as his own innate martial artist, Xing Zhuo's strength is obvious to all, and he also has many supporters in the team. Even as soon as Wei Yu died, many people secretly started hugging his thigh.
Who would have thought that the thigh in my hand is gone!
The stall owner is not him at all!
"hey-hey."
A sinister laugh came, but it was a fair-faced middle-aged eunuch who spoke, "Old Xing, do you still want to question Deacon Tao's arrangement?"
"Besides, what's wrong with the newcomers? We are all newcomers. Although the newcomers are average in strength, inexperienced, too young, unable to convince others, and prone to bad things."
He changed the subject and said, "But we still have to believe in Deacon Tao's choice!"
These words were not so much meant to appease everyone as they were taking the opportunity to add insult to injury.
Sure enough, after saying this, Xing Zhuo's face turned even more ugly.
"Okay, Jiang Xiong, just stop saying a few words and no one will treat you as a mute."
A calm middle-aged eunuch sitting not far away finally spoke.
"Hey, Lao Yan has already spoken! You are also senior, and with this stall position, you might also want to reach out and get involved?"
Jiang Shixiong laughed twice, causing Xing Zhuo next to him to narrow his eyes and look over.
Yan Lei looked calm: "I'm not interested in power. However, Jiang Xiong, if you keep talking nonsense, then I don't mind dragging you to the ring for a while."
A sharp look flashed across Jiang Xiong's eyes.
This old guy!
He will use his strength to overwhelm others and bully them for just entering the realm of innate martial arts masters!
At this moment, the door to the side hall was suddenly pushed open, and two young eunuchs walked in, naturally Yang Fan and Sun Rong.
Instantly attracted everyone's attention.
The pressure was so intense that it was almost overwhelming, making Sun Rong feel like his whole body was sinking.
Among them, Yang Fan, who was wearing a gear uniform, naturally became the focus of everyone, and you can imagine the pressure he endured.
However, Yang Fan seemed not to feel the weight of these gazes. He looked around, grinned, and smiled with satisfaction, revealing his white teeth.
"Yes, yes, it seems that you are my subordinates in the future?"