Under One Person: Lifting the Ball to Soar

But Mr. Zhao, our company has always been committed to maintaining stability and peace. If we publicly say that we will sit idly by and watch the Jiashen Rebellion revive, such an uncharacteristic behavior that is obviously adding fuel to the fire will arouse suspicion from those who have ulterior motives, right?

Moreover, the confused strangers will misunderstand that the company supports them in making trouble, and then the situation will be difficult to control, right?"

Zhao Fangxu sighed deeply and said helplessly:

"Please try to be as tactful and ambiguous as possible in the wording of the notice. Don't worry, the situation will definitely get out of control!

The truth behind the Jiashen Rebellion is about ascension to heaven, and the clues in the posts are everywhere. By then, the leaders of the immortal sects will probably have a headache even more than us!"

At this point, even Zhao Fangxu, who is very well-mannered, couldn't help but curse: "The alien world in front of me is just a dilapidated house with leaks on all sides and about to fall down, but all the aliens in the world are rushing up to push it!"

The directors of Nadutong all felt at a loss and shared the same feeling that the company's future was bleak.

But no matter how bad the situation is, life must go on. Zhao Fangxu raised his fighting spirit and gave his final instructions:

"Starting today, we will stop accepting orders and stop delivering couriers. We will call all employees back to the company and gather all our strength. We must be ready to go like a clenched fist. Everyone here must be prepared to deal with any emergency!"

"Yes! Mr. Zhao!" The directors stood up and expressed their opinions in unison.

“You have 24 hours to research the content of this post and submit a plan to me by this time tomorrow!

You stay after the meeting with Xiao Su. As the bridge of communication with the major forces in the alien world, you have the heaviest responsibility. Discuss with me later how to negotiate with the Ninth Master.

Okay, let’s break up! "

Zhao Fangxu walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. The light of dawn dyed the sky white, giving a golden edge to the skyscrapers in the imperial capital within his sight.

He knew in his heart that the biggest challenge of his life was about to come. He felt sorry for himself at his old age, and he didn't expect that he would have to work as hard as young people at such an advanced age. Staying up late to work hard would probably become the norm for some time in the future. He hoped that his old bones could hold on!

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Chapter 3 Calling Brother San

While the boss of Nadutong was worrying about the country and the people, this "Meng Dashuai", who was regarded by Zhao Fangxu as the super devil who was the root of the troubled times, was in a deep sleep.

It was truly a good sleep. It was not until noon that I was so hungry that I forced myself to break through the quilt with great willpower and get up to look for food.

He has messy hair, a pale face, and sub-healthy limbs due to staying indoors all year round without seeing the sun and irregular work and rest.

The young man, who was full of useless temperament, immediately smelled the tempting aroma of food as soon as he opened the bedroom door.

A petite figure not much taller than the stove was busy in the kitchen, and soon the food was brought out and placed on the table.

The flaxen long hair was braided into two braids and hung on her shoulders. The simple and cute little girl in her early teens greeted: "Third Lady..."

"Call me Third Brother," the young man corrected. After a moment's thought, he added, "You'd better not call me Third Brother. You can call me Piao'er, Rang'er, idiot, fool, or good-for-nothing. Just don't mention the number Three. I'm ashamed of my origin!"

"Third brother, what are you doing?"

The girl opened the curtains of the living room, allowing the afternoon sun to stream into the room. Outside the window was a lush rural scene.

The interior white-tiled walls, furniture and cabinets, electrified living environment and house layout are all typical of ordinary fine-decorated houses that can be seen everywhere in the city, but this is a bungalow in the countryside.

The boy stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth, took a big bite of twice-cooked pork and said incoherently:

"Looking back on the past, I feel that the old dog is a worthless person. I am a genius worthy of the heaven and earth, but I was born into this decadent and backward feudal clan and am a relative of that old dog. I am so miserable... By the way, Xiao Huan, can you accompany Third Brother to eat something?"

As usual, Xiao Huan ignored his third brother's slander of Grandpa, took out a 2.5-liter bucket of happy water from the refrigerator, poured out a full cup of iced cola and brought it to the boy: "Look at what time it is, I've already finished lunch, and third brother, you didn't wash your face and hands after getting up, right?"

"Nagging!" The boy blushed. He was still thinking about the post. He was hungry and saw the food so he just picked it up and ate it without thinking about anything else.

Xiao Huan didn't care. In the girl's mind, the third brother had always been a sloppy person who couldn't take care of himself and needed care. After preparing the meal for him, she ran to the bathroom, took out the mop and started mopping the floor.

As the brother was eating like crazy and watching such a small sister cooking, serving water and cleaning the house, he felt a sense of guilt.

The boy said embarrassedly: "I've told you so many times that you don't need to help me with washing clothes, folding quilts, mopping the floor, wiping the table, etc. Do I need a child like you as a long-term worker when I'm a grown-up?"

Xiao Huan complained in her heart: "Then why don't you do it for me? If I don't take care of you, you won't even wash clothes or mop the floor for three months!"

The girl gave the boy a big smile and said, "Third brother, you are of higher generation, so it is only natural for me to take care of you. Besides, you are so weak, your hands and feet are so clumsy, and your brain is so slow. Xiao Huan is worried about you doing even the simplest things by yourself!"

Although there was no evidence, the boy always felt that the girl would harm him if she had the chance. In order to prove that he was useful, he took the initiative to suggest: "How about I wash the dishes later?"...

Xiao Huan stopped her quick movements, tilted her head and thought for a while, then nodded in agreement:

"Okay, rinse thoroughly when you wash and don't leave detergent foam on the bowl. By the way, Third Brother, do you still need to write later?

Didn't you say you wanted to be the gravedigger of the old alien world and shock the fools of Jiashen's generation for a hundred years? How's it going?"

The boy took a sip of the egg drop soup and it felt hot. He took another sip of the happy water and it felt cold. He started to struggle with the stewed chicken in the casserole with both hands and replied casually: "Done, the post has been sent..."

Xiao Huan threw the mop onto the ground, rushed to the boy like a gust of wind, shook his shoulders violently, and stared at him with big, shining eyes: "Third brother, I want to see, I want to see!"

"The post is on the forum. Xiaofeng hasn't bought you a cell phone yet?" The boy was pushed and staggered as he handed the chicken fart to Xiaohuan's mouth.

"Humph!"

Xiao Huan stretched out his head and bit the chicken with his fine white teeth, tearing off half of the chicken including the tenderest legs and wings. He chewed it vigorously and swallowed it down with a smack!

Then he pulled a feature phone out of his tracksuit pocket and complained, "This is all I have. It doesn't even have internet access. My mom said kids can't use adult phones!"

The boy imparted his valuable life experience to the girl:

"Go ahead and make a scene. If they don't buy you something, you'll throw a tantrum at your parents. How can you expect to gain anything if you don't work hard?

For example, if you look at me——

Look at the big TV, big speakers, and custom-made IKEA furniture in this room... The best thing is my big bed and big sofa!

Everything in this house was earned through my hard work. I have lived a secure life through my own efforts. I can do it, and so can you.

Xiao Huan, learn more from your third brother."

Xiao Huan looked down upon the boy with a sidelong glance, and was extremely mad in her heart: This chicken soup of yours can poison this fairy to death!

"Third brother, you are so interesting!" Xiao Huan couldn't help but complain: "Do you think everyone is you? Even if you are a parasite and eat up the family, you will be protected by your grandfather. If I dare to be as naughty as you, my mother will beat me to death!"

The boy sighed and said, "Forget it. If you don't work hard, no one can help you. So you can use my computer. But remember, don't mess around with my hard drive, especially the 3TB study material folders in drives D, E, F, G, and H. The knowledge in them is too profound and not suitable for children."

"Oh yeah!"

After all, she was just a child and didn't even bother to mop the floor. Xiao Huan rushed into the boy's bedroom, turned on the computer, sat in front of the table, swinging her legs with excitement, waiting to see what her third brother would do.

While the machine was turning on, Xiao Huan saw the narrow-mouthed bottle beside her tipped over, and secretly complained that the third brother was really a big shot who didn't even bother to help with the tipped-over oil bottle!

She picked up the bottle and found it very familiar. She held it in front of her eyes and examined it carefully. Suddenly she screamed, "Third brother! I remember there was still half a bottle of the holy water. How come it's empty now?"

The young man in the living room answered loudly, "Oh, I spilled it last night without paying attention."

Xiao Huan rushed back to the living room angrily, holding the bottle and pretending to hit Third Brother on the head!

The boy jumped up from the dining table in shock, and ran around the living room while persuading: "Xiao Huan, calm down, girls should not resort to violence at every turn!"…

"Third brother, you are going too far. How can you waste spiritual objects like this?"

The young man was chased away and stumbled to the big iron cabinet in the living room with a golden copper lock. He threw himself on the coffin like a man who had lost his wife and wished he could follow his beloved. He pounded on the cabinet to vent his sorrow and resentment:

"I brought back the holy water specifically to make my treasure more perfect with the holy water. That old bastard locked all my treasures in here, so the holy water has no place to be used. What's the waste of spilling useless things?"

Xiao Huan said angrily: "Third brother, you are still quibbling. It's fine if you are obsessed with playing with things, but the clan can afford to support you and you are still wasting the gifts of nature!

And you shouldn't call your grandfather a bastard. According to genetics, it's not good for you. Actually, it's okay for you to be a bastard, but it's not good for me!"

The young man begged for mercy: "Okay, okay, you are not a little bastard, you are my little ancestor! Next time I go [over there] I will bring peaches for my little ancestor to eat, okay?"

"That's better than right!" Xiao Huan shook his head angrily, turned his back and started drooling at the thought of having peaches to eat next week. After getting a promise from his third brother, he smiled immediately and returned to the computer with satisfaction to admire his third brother's tricks.

After finishing his meal, the boy threw the dishes into the sink, rinsed them casually, placed them on the kitchen counter and returned to the bedroom. Seeing Xiao Huan giggling and reading his posts in front of the computer, he lay down on the bed like a boneless person, picked up his phone and started watching TV series.

Ta-da! Ta-da!

I looked up and saw two fat and cute little sparrows, one red and one blue, pecking at the glass outside the window.

The boy opened the window and let them in.

Two little sparrows jumped into the room, nodded to the boy, chirped a few times, and then the pair of bird beaks uttered human language like a toothless child:

Little Red Sparrow: "Thank you, Immortal Lord. My fairy sent me a telepathic message, asking Ruyi to come and ask Immortal Lord what he is doing."

Little Blue Sparrow: "My Lord, Fa Cai wants to eat some melon seeds. Does your house have any melon seeds to treat Fa Cai?"

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Chapter 4: The Destiny of the Whistleblower

Two little sparrows landed on both sides of Xiao Huan's shoulders, chattering noisily with clear and melodious childish voices, staring at the computer screen with their round little eyes.

Blue Sparrow Fa Cai: "Fairy, Fa Cai can recognize words! Written here are stories about mortals fighting and killing each other!"

Red Sparrow Ruyi: "Fa Cai is so stupid! Back then, the old man locked up all the treasures of the Immortal Lord and refused to let him open them, which pissed off the Immortal Lord. These stories were made up by the Immortal Lord to make everyone uneasy!"

Blue Sparrow Makes a Fortune: "Ruyi is stupid! Xianjun is such a good person, if the old man hadn't encouraged him to make progress, he wouldn't have done bad things! Where are the melon seeds that Xianjun made a fortune with?"

The boy lying flat on the bed waved his hand and replied casually: "I never eat shelled food, please!"

Fa Cai: "Eh! This is unreasonable! How can there be people in the world who don't like melon seeds? Um... Fa Cai doesn't understand."

Ruyi: "Ruyi understands! A great being like the Immortal Lord cannot survive without someone to serve him. Ruyi will help the Immortal Lord to eat sunflower seeds in the future!"

Fa Cai: "My Lord, can you help Fa Cai buy some melon seeds?"

Xiao Huanshang's two little ones were so confused that they ordered, "Read the post quietly."

The little sparrows chirped a few times and then stared at the computer screen and stopped talking.

Xiao Huan's spiritual cultivation is far beyond that of ordinary people. He is very clever and has a photographic memory. He can read ten lines at a glance and finish reading a very long post that is comparable to a novel in just one hour.

"Third brother, I didn't expect that the predecessors of our great grandfather's generation were so bad. It's such a pity for those thirty-six people!" Xiao Huan was so indignant that his cheeks puffed up like two steamed buns with anger.

The boy said indifferently: "Is it bad? It's okay."

"That's not bad enough, Third Brother!" Xiao Huan jumped up from the chair like a missile, headbutted the young man in the stomach and complained angrily: "I'm going to be pissed off to death by those old bastards!"

The boy groaned in pain: "Ah~ Be gentle, luckily I just had a meal and I never exercise, if I had fully digested it, you might have squeezed the shit out!"

"Third brother, be serious!"

The young boy shamelessly and frivolously asked a little kid for credit: "How do you feel about the book? Isn't it annoying for Third Brother to criticize others?"

Before Xiao Huan could answer, two little sparrows chirped and started to make a noise: