Lao Huang looked disdainful at Chen Feng's words. If the guy in front of him hadn't shown his messenger token, he would have driven him out long ago.
The current martial alliance is no different than before. If we want to change now, the cost will be too high. This old man is very clear about how deep the water is.
He still wanted to get a pension and retire before abdicating the throne. Naturally, the fewer incidents, the better.
"Old Huang," Chen Feng glanced at Old Huang and smiled, "You know that Wu Meng attaches great importance to any place. My coming here this time also represents Wu Meng's determination."
"So, I hope you can cooperate."
Lao Huang shook his head, "Messenger, it's not that I don't cooperate. I'm an old man. What will happen if I cooperate?
Could it be that I can still go into battle with you to kill horse bandits?"
"That's not necessary. How many employees do we have in the branch now?"
Chen Feng asked.
"Including the two of us, there are twenty people in total."
"What is your main responsibility?"
"Law enforcement, order management, disaster evacuation, etc. In short, we are in charge of everything here."
Chen Feng nodded, knowing something in his mind, "This afternoon, everyone will gather as usual. Those who don't come will be punished according to the rules of the Martial Alliance."
After saying that, he didn't talk nonsense with Lao Huang anymore.
As for Lao Huang, he sighed and looked at the young man with helpless eyes.
In his opinion, this young man is just young and energetic, and there is nothing wrong with him wanting to achieve some success. When he discovers the difficulties here, this young man's enthusiasm will cool down.
He has seen too many such examples.
You may even die here.
Noon.
Lao Huang worked in the kitchen for more than an hour and finally arranged food for Chen Feng.
A bowl of noodles with little clear soup and a few pathetic chopped green onions floating on top.
Chen Feng was speechless. Do you even save on green onions?
"Messenger, the last straw of our branch is here. Let's make do with this condition."
Lao Huang said with a smile.
After that, he left the branch.
Chen Feng looked at the noodles in the bowl. This was probably the lightest noodles he had ever tasted. But he was hungry and anything tasted delicious, so he didn't mind and started eating quickly.
After eating, I scrolled through my circle of friends a little bored.
Among them, a circle of friends caught Chen Feng’s attention.
"Let's go to Ningxiang.
We are also people with status, and we have come to Ning to serve as agricultural promotion ambassadors."
Below the text are two pictures that have not been loaded yet. The Internet speed here is ridiculously poor.
"Why did this girl come to Ning's side?"
Chen Feng frowned.
The person taking this selfie is none other than Tang Yixue’s cousin Ma Mengjia.
I sent a text message to Tang Yixue to report that it was safe. When I saw that the text message was sent, and then the signal became empty again, I couldn't help but sigh.
"Mr. Chen, Lao Huang, I have notified you of their arrival, but I don't know whether they will come or not."
Lao Huang, who was in his eighties, walked into the house panting and said to Chen Feng.
Chen Feng nodded, casually took out five hundred yuan and handed it over, "Thank you for your hard work."
Lao Huang's eyes lit up and he quickly took the money.
"For the sake of five hundred, Ambassador Chen, I advise you not to have high hopes. It will be good if two or three can come to the afternoon meeting."
After hearing what Lao Huang said, Chen Feng nodded and closed his eyes to rest.
The Wumeng branch must get back on its feet, otherwise, he alone cannot support a township.
In addition, we have to secretly investigate the truth behind the deaths of the previous envoys of the Martial League, so we must be busy with both tasks.
Regarding Chen Feng who landed by air, the rest of the staff of Wumeng also looked curious.
"Brother Bin, I heard that the envoy who came this time was not simple."
In a tavern, a thin young man said.
The man called Brother Bin was disdainful, "We don't have many envoys here?
It’s not like everyone is dead, it has nothing to do with us.”
"Anyway, we are also Qingshui Yamen and receive minimum wage, so why do we care so much?"
Wen Binbin waved his hand, raised the bowl and took a sip of wine. After finishing the sip, he didn't forget to smack his lips, as if he was savoring the taste of the wine.
"What about the afternoon meeting?"
The thin man looked at Wen Binbin.
In the entire Wumeng branch, Old Huang was half buried in the coffin, so naturally the focus was on Wen Binbin in front of him.
"If you don't go, let him be a football player. The new official has three fires after taking office. What's wrong, he still wants to light this fire on our brothers?"
Wen Binbin looked disdainful.
"But I heard that that guy is a warrior. Old Huang said that he has already dealt with the horse bandits."
"Just listen to him. If such a big news was true, it would have been exposed long ago. It would make everyone look like he is not a warrior."
"I won't go to the afternoon meeting, and that old guy probably won't go either."
Wen Binbin said lightly.
"Okay, I'll listen to you, Brother Bin."
Such a conversation happened almost simultaneously among the staff of the Wu Meng branch.
Afternoon meeting time.
Chen Feng glanced at the time, but there was no one there.
Even with Chen Feng's patience, he became a little cold.
He is the envoy of the branch, equivalent to the imperial envoy of the Wu League. Apart from Lao Huang, there is no one else.
"Sir Messenger, let me tell you, don't waste your energy. Everyone is very busy. I will help you with whatever materials you want. You can just come and have a look."
Lao Huang grinned with big yellow teeth.
Chen Feng didn't say anything, he just glanced at Lao Huang.
"Don't blame me. I didn't ask them not to come. I am about to be buried. When the next minister appears, I will retire."
Lao Huang waved his hand.
After more than ten minutes, someone finally came over.
A short man staggered over, obviously having trouble with his legs and feet.
"What kind of meeting are you having? There's no one there. Hey, you are the messenger. If you have farts, just let it go."
The short man chuckled.
He came here not for a meeting, but to see Chen Feng's jokes.
Chen Feng didn't say anything and slapped him directly.
"You dare to hit me."
Another slap, the sound was extremely clear, as if he was afraid that the man wouldn't hear it, Chen Feng slapped him two more times.
"Do you have any objection to beating you?"
"If you are not convinced, you can find someone else to come to me. This is the last chance I give you. You are a bunch of rubbish and trash. Let them come to see me and I will destroy them all."
Chen Feng said.
There was a look of contempt on the corner of his mouth, and he looked down at the man.
"Just wait, dammit, you dare to bully me, we are not scared."
The short man touched the red mark on his face, said a harsh word and left.
Seeing this scene, Lao Huang sighed silently, "Mr. Chen, you start to cause hatred as soon as you come here. Now, the whole branch will come to cause trouble for you."
"I'm afraid they won't come."
Chen Feng smiled lightly.
"What, this bastard actually said that about our branch and dares to look down on us."
"Brothers, what the hell, there are eight or not ten messengers here who have died anyway. This guy died at the hands of horse bandits, it has nothing to do with us."
Wen Binbin's expression turned grim.
"That's right, fuck him!"
The others also looked fierce.
In an instant, except for a few people watching the excitement, basically everyone rushed to the Wumeng branch.
"Brother Bin, I'll go get him. I don't believe he can kill the horse bandits."
The thin man had a ferocious look on his face, unsheathed the Tang sword in his hand, and rushed towards Chen Feng.
Naturally, the movement outside the door could not escape Chen Feng's ears. The moment he heard the sound, Chen Feng glanced coldly at the thin man.
Seeing Chen Feng's cold eyes, the thin man's heart tightened, but he still slashed at Chen Feng with his knife.
"Sir Messenger, why are you doing this? Aren't you asking for trouble?"
Old Huang on the side shook his head, looking down upon this young man who was still able to restrain his sharp edges.
Chen Feng didn't even look at it. He stretched out his hand to hold the knife and kicked the thin man in the body.