Under One Person: I, Jiaqian Jushi, work from nine to five.

Despite his thoughts, it was still a long way from Zhou Fengliu being able to handle regional affairs.

To manage a region, one needs not only strength but also the ability to command and arrange internal affairs, as well as coordinate external affairs. For Zhou Fengliu, the role of regional head still requires further development.

...

After the Nadutong high-level meeting concluded.

Zhao Fangxu personally called Zhou Fengliu and spoke with him in his capacity as a director.

At this moment, inside Biyou Village.

Zhou Fengliu had just gotten a free meal from Fu Rong when he heard a cell phone ring. He took out his own phone, which was far ahead of the others, and glanced at it.

It's an unknown number.

"Hello? Who is this?"

Hearing Zhou Fengliu's voice on the phone, Zhao Fangxu calmly said, "Little Zhou, this is Zhao Fangxu..."

"General Manager Zhao? Wow, is the boss really that concerned about me? I'm on vacation and I still get a call from him."

"Your suspension will be suspended for two days. I know you're in Biyou Village right now; Xiao Si has already reported it to me..." Zhao Fangxu paused for a second in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the headquarters building before continuing:

"Now, on behalf of the board of directors, I am officially giving you this task..."

"Operation Biyou Village: You will be in charge of commanding all temporary workers in the six districts. The mission is to destroy Biyou Village and the Cultivation Furnace, and capture Chen Duo and other high-level cultivators. The operation should focus on captures as much as possible. If you encounter any stubborn resistance, you may kill them."

"I'll take responsibility?"

Upon hearing Zhao Fangxu's arrangements on the other end of the phone, Zhou Fengliu, who was strolling in Biyou Village, was taken aback.

He originally came here as a tourist... how did he suddenly become the person in charge of the operation?

"Is there a problem?" Zhao Fangxu asked over the phone.

“The problem is…” Zhou Fengliu snapped out of his reverie upon hearing the voice, stroking his chin as if deep in thought.

"Yes... Ask any questions as soon as possible. Once the operation begins, I hope you can live up to my expectations and complete this mission perfectly."

"Mr. Zhao... I do have a question. I'd like to ask if suddenly returning to work while on leave counts as overtime at your company? Does the company reimburse overtime pay?"

Chapter 167 Old Qing, oh Old Qing! Don't blame me for slapping you, it's all for your own good! (Second Update)

"???"

Upon hearing Zhou Fengliu's question, Zhao Fangxu, who had played mind games with countless old foxes on the other end of the phone, was a little taken aback.

He had considered that Zhou Fengliu might ask questions like, "Why me? I might not be able to do it. This arrangement by the company is too sudden." But he never expected that Zhou Fengliu's only question would be like this.

Does this count as overtime?

Do you pay overtime?

Is this the thought process of today's young people?

Zhao Fangxu touched his drooping face, unable to understand the thinking of young people these days.

Could it be that there really is a generation gap?

"You'll definitely get good treatment, as long as you complete the Biyou Village operation well... that will be a major achievement for you in the company," Zhao Fangxu said.

"Understood, Mr. Zhao."

Upon hearing that it was considered overtime, Zhou Fengliu nodded in satisfaction.

"Yes, you can ask Xiao Si or those temporary workers for the specific information."

"okay..."

call ended.

Zhou Fengliu let out a long sigh.

He didn't care about the performance Zhao Fangxu mentioned; he was more concerned about whether this task counted as overtime. After Zhao Fangxu confirmed it, the last bit of hesitation in his heart disappeared.

With the company's arrangement, everything that seemed unreasonable suddenly became reasonable and legal.

All the monetary rewards from tasks in Biyou Village are legitimate earnings! These are reasonable incomes that can help him cultivate through the principle that "money is power".

From top to bottom, from inside to outside, it is perfectly legitimate.

perfect.

Just as Zhou Feng was sighing, he suddenly heard a strange cry coming from a house, which caught his attention.

He wouldn't have been interested in a few strange cries in the first place, but the key point was that these cries sounded very much like... Zhuge Qing's voice?

right...

It's like the voice of Zhuge Qing.

They're secretly passionate.

Zhou Fengliu followed the direction of the sound and finally stopped in front of a house.

That's right...

The strange noise is coming from inside.

"Old Qing, is that you?"

Zhou Fengliu knocked on the door and asked a question, but no one answered. Just as he was about to knock a second time, Zhuge Qing's voice came from inside.

"no, do not want."

"No...he's mine, everything he has is mine!"

Hearing Zhuge Qing's seemingly schizophrenic mutterings, Zhou Fengliu simply pushed open the door.

As far as the eye could see, Zhuge Qing was barefoot, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, and leaning against the corner of the bed. He was pressed tightly against the wall, looking very nervous. It was unclear how many days he hadn't slept, but he was trembling all over as if he had been frightened by something.

On a table not far away, a very old-fashioned little book sat quietly, as if it were some kind of imprisonment that firmly attracted Zhuge Qing's gaze.

"Holy crap... Lao Qing, what happened to you after just a few days?" Zhou Fengliu was shocked to see Zhuge Qing in such a disheveled state.

The Zhuge Qing before me was nothing like the handsome man I used to be; he looked like a complete madman.

Zhuge Qing did not answer his question, but stared intently at the small notebook on the table.

Seeing this, Zhou Fengliu followed Zhuge Qing's gaze and also saw the things on the table.

What is this?

and many more...

Is it a divinely crafted machine?

Knowing the original plot, Zhou Fengliu remembered that Zhuge Qing seemed to have helped Ma Xianhong repair the furnace, thus obtaining the Divine Refinement Hundred Techniques, but he let it burn itself before he could refine it.

"Don't touch it! This is mine! Mine!"

Just as Zhou Fengliu curiously walked over to take a look, Zhuge Qing, like a madman whose treasure had been stolen, rushed over, bared his teeth and claws, and grabbed the Divine Hundred Refinements notebook.

"No...this shouldn't be mine, it shouldn't be..." The moment Zhuge Qing picked up the notebook, he slammed it to the ground, just like Liu Bei threw A Dou back then. Although it looked ruthless, he actually showed mercy.

"Whose stuff is it and what does it have to do with me? I don't care, I don't care about it!"

Zhuge Qing shook his head and muttered to himself.

"..."

Watching Zhuge Qing's performance, Zhou Fengliu knew that Zhuge Qing was suffering from inner demons.

how to say?

Is this thing really that appealing?

Zhou Fengliu felt that he hadn't reacted this strongly when he first held the Tongtian Talisman. Even now that the Tongtian Talisman was in his hands, he was never in a hurry to treat it as some great treasure.

How could someone have such a mindset?

Zhou thought about it carefully.

Oh.

It turns out he was cheating.

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Having a bunch of skills comparable to the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, one no longer considers the Eight Extraordinary Techniques a treasure.

Thinking about this, Zhou Fengliu decided to try to persuade Zhuge Qing.

These eight extraordinary skills are too complex for Qingzi to grasp.

"Old Qing..." He gently picked up the Divine Machine Refined Stone from the ground.

...

The moment Zhou Fengliu touched the Divine Hundred Refinements Manual, Zhuge Qing flew into a rage and was about to attack him.

The Qimen Dunjia divination can be activated at will.

It was incredibly fast, even faster than when I was fully conscious, showing absolutely no mercy.

Of course.