Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

At the mountain gate, the thin mist had not yet completely dissipated.

Huang Rong rode her chestnut horse for about ten feet when she suddenly pulled on the reins and turned around.

Yang Guo stood on the stone steps, arms crossed, tilting his head to look at the blue figure on horseback.

The two stared at each other for two seconds.

Huang Rong didn't speak, but pursed her lips and tugged on the reins. The horse, head forward, galloped away. The chestnut horse disappeared at the end of the mountain path, and the thin mist quickly filled the gap.

Yang Guo stared at the winding road down the mountain for a few seconds, muttering to himself, "Let's go, let's go quickly, if you look back at me again I'll catch up."

Lu Wushuang stood to the side and rolled her eyes.

Yang Guo withdrew his gaze, dusted off his hands, and strode back. As he passed Lu Wushuang, he casually flicked her forehead.

"What are you standing there for? Get up! Meeting is starting."

Lu Wushuang rubbed his forehead, limping behind him, muttering under his breath, "He keeps bringing up Chief Huang all the time, isn't he afraid of losing face?"

Yang Guo, with his sharp ears, retorted without turning his head, "What do you know? This is called after-sales service."

Lu Wushuang didn't understand and was too lazy to ask.

Fifteen minutes later, in the council chamber.

Yang Guo sat in the main seat, with the organizational chart from yesterday, its ink now dry, spread out in front of him. The drawing was crooked and the handwriting was flamboyant, but at least it was legible.

The five people below were lined up on both sides.

The Little Dragon Girl, dressed in snow-white, sat on the chair on the left, her back ramrod straight, like a model student. Her white dress was perfectly wrinkle-free, and she remained silent.

Li Mochou sat on the far right, leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed over her chest. Her complexion was much better than a few days ago.

Lu Wushuang moved a small stool to the corner of the table, intentionally or unintentionally keeping several steps away from Li Mochou, holding a handful of melon seeds in her hand, cracking them loudly.

Li Zhiqing and Wang Tieniu were also present.

Yang Guo patted the blueprints on the table.

"Everyone ate the flatbread yesterday, now it's time to get to work. I'll call out names one by one, whoever's name is called, come forward."

Yang Guo walked to the organizational chart, picked up the brush from yesterday, and drew a heavy horizontal line under the three characters "Intelligence Department".

"Let's start with the first thing." Yang Guo turned around, his gaze landing on Lu Wushuang's face. "The Intelligence Division is under your jurisdiction."

Lu Wushuang stopped eating sunflower seeds, and the shells fell to the ground.

"I?"

"You." Yang Guo put down his brush and counted on his fingers. "First, you've traveled the martial world, seen all sorts of people, and you're better at dealing with people than anyone else. Second, you're daring. Last time you ran all over the mountains with my sect leader's token, even daring to kill Technician Li. The entire sect saw that. Third, you're quick-witted and can adapt to changing circumstances in crucial moments."

Lu Wushuang's expression changed several times, a mixture of surprise and hesitation.

But she's a bit of a debater and loves to argue with Yang Guo.

He pursed his lips.

"You want me to be the head of a spy operation?"

"My leg isn't healed yet!"

Yang Guo walked over and patted Lu Wushuang on the shoulder.

"The lame man is slow, which is perfect for him to oversee operations, and you don't need to personally go and stake out the area. Your job is to build a liaison network in the counties and towns around Zhongnan Mountain. In Huxian, Zhouzhi, and Lantian, assign at least two people to each town. Don't use Taoist priests from the Quanzhen School; they're too conspicuous. Go find the local incense and candle shops, the monks begging for alms, the blind fortune tellers, and the peddlers at the market, and bribe them to win them over. Report to you everything: who goes up the mountain, who goes down the mountain, which road strangers are on, and any disturbances in Mongolia. Then compile all the reports and send them to my desk."

Yang Guo paused, then added, "In addition, Chief Huang has set up Beggars' Clan agents in Chang'an, Fengxiang, and Xingyuan. You are responsible for liaising with them. When your intelligence network is combined with that of the Beggars' Clan, the entire Guanzhong region will be under our noses."

Lu Wushuang clenched the melon seed shells in her hand, her ears turning bright red.

His lips moved, but he finally uttered two stiff words: "Fine."

Yang Guo withdrew his gaze with satisfaction. He walked back to the table and drew a second horizontal line under the three characters "Economic Department".

The pen tip points towards Li Mochou.

"Li Mochou".

Li Mochou was resting with her eyes closed when she heard this. She slowly opened her eyes, her mouth twisted slightly, but she didn't move.

"The Economic Affairs Department is under your jurisdiction."

Li Mochou laughed, "You want me, a ruthless female demon who kills without blinking an eye, to be an accountant?"

Yang Guo chuckled, walked over to Li Mochou's chair, bent down and leaned closer, saying, "Technician Li, this is called a career transition. Before, you killed people to gain fame; now you help me make money and build my fortune. It's pretty much the same thing—both are high-risk, high-reward businesses."

Li Mochou tilted her head and glanced at Yang Guo, her expression unreadable, as if she were looking at him with disdain or something else entirely.

"I can barely stand up now, and you want me to run all over the mountain counting medicinal herbs?"

Yang Guo straightened up and said seriously, "Just give verbal instructions. Let Li Zhiqing and his men do the errands."

Yang Guo tapped the table with his fingers, his voice deepening: "There are century-old ginseng and lingzhi mushrooms on the back of Zhongnan Mountain, and iron ore on the West Peak. The large timber from the mountains is highly sought after by wealthy merchants from Guanzhong. These three things are the Quanzhen Sect's gold mine. I need someone worldly-wise, knowledgeable, and capable of managing this situation. You've been in the martial world for twenty years; you know the rules of both the underworld and the legitimate world better than anyone. How to price medicinal herbs, who to sell the iron ore to, and which waterways to use to transport the timber down the mountain—these are tasks that Li Zhiqing and his men can't handle."

Li Mochou's expression changed. These words were too honest, completely devoid of any joking tone.

Yang Guo waved to Li Zhiqing.

"Zhiqing, from now on, whatever purchasing or transportation tasks Li Mochou assigns you, just do as she says."

Li Zhiqing glanced at Li Mochou, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

The name of the Red Serpent Fairy is too famous in the martial arts world. Working under such a person would be quite stressful.

But he still clasped his hands in a fist and replied, "This disciple obeys."

Yang Guo turned to Li Mochou and said, "First, make a list of the resources of Zhongnan Mountain. What's on each mountain, how much it produces, how much it's worth, and who it can be sold to. Submit it to me within five days. Li Zhiqing will send a few disciples to accompany you up the mountain to investigate. You just need to give instructions; you don't need to do anything yourself."

Li Mochou stared at Yang Guo for a few seconds and nodded.

"OK."

In short, it was decisive and efficient.

Yang Guo dropped his playful grin and turned to Xiaolongnü. His tone became three degrees more serious.

"Teacher Long."

Xiaolongnu turned her head to look at Yang Guo, her gaze calm.

"The Chief Defense Advisor is yours."

Xiaolongnu showed no change in expression, waiting for Yang Guo to continue.

"You don't need to worry about anything else. Just turn Zhongnan Mountain into your giant Ancient Tomb. Whoever comes in won't be able to leave." Yang Guo drew a large circle on the blueprint. "The Ancient Tomb Sect's traps and hidden weapons are useless to the Quanzhen Sect, but they can use the overall layout strategy. You know the terrain of Zhongnan Mountain a hundred times better than these Taoists. You decide which roads are passable, which valleys are suitable for ambushes, and which forests are suitable for hiding sentries. You also design the outer outposts for the main roads at the foot of the mountain, and you also come up with the disciples' combat training plans. Whoever comes in won't be able to leave."

Little Dragon Girl nodded.

"it is good."

One word, even more concise than Li Mochou's.

Yang Guo breathed a sigh of relief. Sister Long was a woman of few words; if she promised, she would definitely do it.

Yang Guo looked at Li Zhiqing and Wang Tieniu one last time.

"Li Zhiqing, you will continue to manage the daily affairs of the inner office. From now on, you will be responsible for coordinating the allocation of personnel for the Intelligence Department, Economic Department, and Defense Department."

"Disciple obeys!" Li Zhiqing clasped his hands in a salute.

"tractor!"

"Master!" Wang Tieniu slammed the butcher knife on the ground, his voice so loud it shook the paper windows.

"The entire logistics department is in your hands. Find a few hidden caves in the back mountains and build granaries, water cellars, and medicinal herb warehouses. Build at least three underground warehouses, choosing locations that are inconspicuous from the outside but can store hundreds of bushels of grain inside. Take a few clever fire-working Taoist priests to scout out the sites. I mentioned yesterday that the fire-working Taoist priests' monthly wages will be doubled; go back and tell them to work hard, and they'll double it again at the end of the year. If you're unsure about anything, come directly to Li Zhiqing."

Wang Tieniu grinned, his face crinkling with wrinkles, and roared at the top of his lungs, "Don't worry, Master! I'll risk my life to build the granary!"

Yang Guo waved his hand, telling him to lower his voice.