Fang Fan murmured to himself, holding a matte black pen and leaving lines of beautiful words on the letter paper.
The pen flows smoothly in the hand, each word is sharp and powerful, and has a certain flavor. There is also a trace of Fang Fan's will in it. Seeing the words is like seeing a person.
After a while, Fang Fan finished writing one letter, checked it briefly, handed it to Tang Jiajun, and then took out the next piece of paper.
"Jia Jun, give me another list of lords."
"okay."
Tang Jiajun nodded in agreement, placed a form in front of Fang Fan, then took the letter Fang Fan had just written, checked it carefully, put it into an envelope, and stamped it with a small seal.
And Fang Fan wrote letters one by one according to the list, and it didn't take long before he finished them all and handed them to Tang Jiajun.
"Okay, that's all. Take the express lane and send them all out."
Fang Fan rubbed his wrist and said relaxedly.
"Since you promised Cao Cao, you can't break your promise. You can't afford to lose face."
"Okay, I'll go right away."
Tang Jiajun sorted out the dozen or so letters he had on hand. After leaving, he walked directly into the military camp and came to a heavily guarded building.
"Stop here!"
Seeing Tang Jiajun approaching, the guard at the door, Chang Ge, crossed his arms to block it and shouted coldly.
"My Lord's Warrant."
Tang Jiajun stood three meters away, took out a stamped document and handed it over.
The guard stepped forward to take it, compared the seals and auras, and after confirming that there was nothing there, he checked Tang Jiajun's identity again. After finally confirming that there was no problem, he let Tang Jiajun in.
What comes into view as soon as you enter is a long corridor, with small cubicles with closed doors on both sides of the corridor.
There are some wooden signs hanging on the cubicles, which read: Jianye, Zhongshan, Lingzhi...
Even though it was not the first time Tang Jiajun saw this scene, he was quite shocked.
This is the hub of the space transmission network that Ning'an has established all over the country and next to major territories over such a long period of time.
Although limited by time, energy, materials, manpower, and concealment conditions, the current construction of small transmission channels is only a small circle with a diameter of fifty centimeters, and the items that can be transported are limited.
In addition, the number of teleportation arrays built is not large, only about twenty.
Twenty or so small teleportation arrays are scattered across the land of Kyushu. Although they are not many in number, they have indeed created a space teleportation network.
The three people sitting at the front desk at the entrance of the corridor got up quickly when they saw Tang Jiajun coming in. After reading Tang Jiajun's warrant and hearing his intention, they registered first, and then assigned one person to lead Tang Jiajun into the small cubicle.
After entering, open the teleportation array, stuff the letter into it, and then say the request directly to the space channel.
One cubicle after another, one letter after another was sent out, and soon Tang Jiajun quietly left the military camp.
But there was nothing unusual from beginning to end. Even the space fluctuations that opened up the space channel had been suppressed to a minimum by the formation, and no one was alarmed.
After Tang Jiajun left the military camp, he did not return directly to Fang Fan. Instead, he went to the Third Ring Road, which was the original outer city.
After some operations at an external bulletin square in the outer city, a long-term task was posted on a high-weight bulletin board.
The newly emerged long-term tasks were quickly discovered by mercenaries coming and going, and spread quickly.
Soon all the mercenaries in Ning'an City basically knew that Ning'an had started collecting spiritual herbs from all over the world.
There is no limit to the grade, only one plant of each type is required.
If it's just like this, it's okay. The most important thing is that the mission reward is high, which is about one-third higher than the general mission reward for collecting elixirs.
In the opinion of many people, the price/performance ratio is very high, and the earlier the treatment, the more advantageous it is and the more cost-effective it is.
This drives mercenaries to quickly pass on tasks to their own organizations, just for a head start.
At this time, in a courtyard in the outer city.
"Ning'an officially announced another long-term mission. Have you heard about it?"
"Collecting elixirs is probably used to make illustrated books or something like that."
"The mission rewards are pretty good. Low-level elixirs are nothing, but if anyone gets a high-level elixir, the reward will be one-third higher than the market price, and there will also be a mission point."
"Then you do it?"
"Let's see."
The five people were chatting absentmindedly in the room. It was obvious that no one of them was thinking about this topic, and they seemed very preoccupied.
The five people chatted wordlessly. Finally, a young man with long hair and a bit of a smug attitude couldn't help it anymore and broke the atmosphere by speaking out.
"What do you think? Do you want to do it or not?"
His words made the other four people's expressions stiffen, and the atmosphere became a little stagnant.
After a while, a thin old man with pale hair and a hookah in his mouth shook his head and said.
"After all, we have to rely on Ning'an for food, and we are also from Ning'an.
If it is exposed, then Ning'an is great, but there is absolutely no way for us to survive, it is not safe, not safe."
"If there is anything wrong, the worst we can do is to go to other cities after finishing this job and not return to Ning'an.
No matter how great Fang Fan's influence is, can he still affect other territories? There is no affiliation."
The young man said arrogantly.
"I think it's pretty good now. The old man doesn't have any big ambitions. He has no relatives or friends. He just wants to work hard for a while and just wants to save some capital to retire in Ning'an."
The old man took a sip from the hookah and said loudly. He stood up and was about to go out, but as soon as he moved, a wall of flesh was erected in front of him.
A trace of anger flashed in the old man's eyes, he turned to look at the young man and said coldly.
"Do you still want to force me to stay? My old man still has a lot of strength. At worst, he will start a fight and attract the law enforcement team, and no one will get any good results."
"No, no, no, of course we won't force the old gentleman to stay, Aqiang, get out of the way."
At this time, a young man in white clothes walked in with a smile.
"The old gentleman can leave at any time."
The old man snorted coldly when he heard this, took a puff of cigarette and walked outside, passing by the young man in white. When he was about to go out, the young man in white's words suddenly stopped him in his tracks.
"It's just that the old gentleman needs to think clearly. After knowing such a big secret of Ning'an, if Fang Fan finds out, do you think he will be merciful?"
The skinny old man froze, sighed, turned around, and looked at the young man in white with some dejection.
"I just want to have a peaceful life, why do you always have to force me?"
"Old sir, you are too worried, we have no intention of forcing you.
As long as this transaction is completed, the old gentleman's share will definitely be indispensable. No matter where he goes, the old gentleman can spend his old age peacefully."
The young man in white smiled gently.
"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
"I heard that the old gentleman has some channels in Shouchun."
When the thin old man heard this, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. He looked at the young man in white for a few seconds and then asked aloud.
"Then it depends on whether Tang Jie's resurrection is true or false."
