Chapter 51 The thick soil hangs in the center
"I heard that Senior Brother Ye is very powerful. I wonder if you can give us some advice when you have time in the future."
"Easy to say, easy to say."
Ye Yang did not directly refuse or agree, but said something ambiguous and waited for the follow-up.
Zhang Xiaoyi glanced at Zhang Dajia: "Senior Brother Ye, don't worry, the reward is easy to talk about!"
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His body was in a fist stance like a demon elephant swinging its nose. Ye Yang's feet were on the ground, and there was a trace of ancient and wild atmosphere in his hands. He had just made a fist stance.
I wanted to practice the Elephant Demon Fist more, but I never thought that there was a banging sound on the door again.
Ye Yang thought that someone else came to rent a house, so he straightened his clothes and opened the door.
Only then did he realize that the person standing in front of the door was not a disciple, but Bai Zizhen.
Seeing Bai Zizhen, Ye Yang thought about the affairs of the Lishi Hall, but he did not ask, but eagerly pulled Bai Zizhen into the courtyard.
Made him a cup of hot tea.
"Uncle Bai, you came at the right time, my water has just boiled."
Bai Zizhen took a sip of tea and looked at the three-story apartment behind the front yard.
"The little guy is so secretive that he built a three-story building without making a sound. It is filled with spiritual energy and cost a lot of money!"
"It's all foreign debt, it's all foreign debt."
Ye Yang was ashamed.
Bai Zizhen laughed: "I won't tease you anymore. At sunrise tomorrow, go to the Official Affairs Hall to report to Deputy Hall Master Zhang Li."
"It actually happened?"
Ye Yang was delighted. The Official Affairs Hall was no different from other halls. It was mysterious, low-key and extremely difficult to enter.
After all, he is in charge of the transfer, promotion and assessment of disciples, deacons, protectors, hall leaders and other positions within the sect.
extraordinary.
"It's hard to say now. I heard that Wang Xijing also found a lot of people in order to send his precious son Wang Dong in."
"Wang Dong?"
Ye Yang pondered, he didn't have a good impression of Wang Dong.
early morning.
Everything was silent, the morning sun was rising in the east, and a bright light gradually appeared on the eastern horizon, constantly infiltrating the blue-black sky.
Summer is coming, and there is a moist heat in the air.
Ye Yang tidied up, put on a blue singlet, and headed towards the official affairs hall.
The Hall of Officials is located on Houtu Peak. The peak is not tall, but it is extremely stable. It is located in the center of Feitian Gate.
Ye Yang walked into Houtu Peak, only to find that there were not many people on this peak.
The figure laughed sarcastically, and even after walking for a long distance, he couldn't see a single figure.
Ye Yang walked into the official affairs hall.
Only then did he realize that at this moment, two people were already standing in the hall.
Zhang Li stood at the top, wearing a moon-white singlet, sitting on a carved mahogany chair, holding a cup of tea in her hand.
Below, stood a person, wearing blue clothes, with fair complexion, a pair of triangular eyes, and carrying a green and yellow gourd on his back.
It was Wang Dong.
Seeing Ye Yang coming, Wang Dong's eyes darkened, he lowered his head and said nothing.
Zhang Li slowly took a sip of the old tea in the cup and said, "There is still one person missing. They will be there in a moment."
After finishing speaking, Zhang Li stopped talking and closed her eyes to rest.
After a while, Ye Yang saw another person coming.
This person is a female cultivator with sallow complexion and yellowish hair. She is not tall and is about in her thirties.
"It's Deacon Huang."
Ye Yang was stunned. Generally speaking, disciples in the late Qi stage are over thirty-five years old and have not yet broken through to the ninth level of Qi and condensed the innate Qi.
He must arrange to work in the sect's mines, spiritual fields, trade routes, etc. to contribute to the sect.
This Deacon Huang Feng was a disciple who left the sect five or six years ago. He was at the eighth level of Qi cultivation. He was good at the Confused God Step and had extremely fast movement speed.
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Huang Feng saw that there were already two people in the venue, which was not surprising. After all, the official hall was not a trivial matter, and it was notoriously difficult to get in. She glanced at the crowd.
His eyes glanced directly at Ye Yang, not taking him seriously.
After all, she was far outside the door, didn't know much about Ye Yang, and didn't regard him as a threat.
The moment he saw Wang Dong, his whole face turned pale and he was quite unhappy.
Although it was not shown on his face, there was no trace of contempt in his eyes.
"Hmph, here comes another disciple."
Wang Dong has always been high-profile, killing people and setting fires outside the sect, seizing opportunities, and often causing trouble.
In addition, he has a father who is a seventh-level warrior "Fire King Kong", so there are not a few people who know about him.
Zhang Li stood up after seeing Huang Feng arriving.
Ye Yang knew that the person who entered the official affairs hall this time was chosen from three people.
"I have known about your deeds for a long time. Our office needs talents, but now there are too many talents. What we need are talents among talents."
"This sentence seems to say everything, but in fact it says nothing."
Ye Yang secretly thought, and the two people next to him also looked puzzled.
Fortunately, both of them knew Lishitang's speaking style, so they didn't talk to each other and just listened to Zhang Li's next arrangements.
"You are all excellent, but in the end, no matter who stays or who leaves, don't complain, let alone feel it's unfair."
"When you get to my position, you will make the same choice as me."
"Then let me ask you, what do you think is the greatest role of the sect's official affairs hall?"
Zhang Li watched the three of them speak slowly, while Ye Yang frowned. This sentence was an open-ended one.
The answer made sense no matter which aspect he came from, but he thought about how to answer Zhang Li's heart.
"I'll come first. The biggest role of the Official Affairs Hall is naturally to manage people. This person includes disciples, disciples, and middle and high-level people. Selection, assessment, and rewards are all indispensable."
Wang Dong was obviously prepared.
"As the saying goes, they control the government orders of civil servants and govern the people. They are talking about official affairs."
Zhang Li nodded, silently answering, and turned to look at Huang Feng.
"Huang Feng, you are the oldest here and have the most experience. Please tell me."
"Hello, Hall Master Zhang, from my point of view, the most important role of the Official Affairs Hall is fairness. Because of fairness, the disciples can fight to the death to safeguard the interests of the sect."
After a pause, she continued to speak.
"Fairness allows everyone to get the rewards they deserve. Everyone will make progress. If things go on like this, the sect will become stronger and stronger."
After she finished speaking, she glanced at Wang Dong provocatively.
Wang Dong sensed Huang Feng's gaze and snorted coldly, with a ruthless look on his face.
"This Huang Feng has regarded me as an imaginary enemy since she came here. It's really hateful. I heard that she has a lot of wealth. I think it's all ill-gotten gains. Sooner or later, I will find an opportunity to deal with her."
Wang Dong's triangular eyes twitched slightly. In the face of the struggle for interests, he already had murderous intentions.
"But the method must be clean. If you leave a tail, it will be troublesome. Besides, you can't let others take advantage of you."
Wang Dong glanced at Ye Yang again, then simply closed his eyes and didn't ask or answer.
"This guy is extraordinary! Huang Feng underestimated this guy and vented most of his hostility on me. What an idiot!"
Wang Dong secretly said.
Ye Yang thought about how to answer.
"Wang Dong starts from the macro level, and Huang Feng talks from the micro level. They can't be wrong. They definitely can't be neutralized. Otherwise, they will fall behind. How can I come up with new ideas?"
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