wear it lord god

Chapter 2646 Immortal Realm Workers 14
Ningxin hesitated, wanting to speak but holding back, still wanting to see how Fengjun would respond. If all else failed, she would then step in and push the matter to the inner palace.

Xi Ning smiled and said, "They say you can't hit a smiling face, so you have to be nice first."

"I am very grateful that Fairy Jinhua wants to take on this business. I would be very happy to have Dongming Prefecture as a great backer. My business will definitely be even more prosperous."

Even with a cultivation level of over a thousand years, Ning Xin's eyes widened in disbelief. Had this guy gone mad? Was he really going to throw the business away like that? Could it be that staying under Jin Hua's command was better than staying in the inner palace?
“But…” Xi Ning pretended to be troubled: “This business involves insoles, things you step on. Using the fairy’s name is really inappropriate, since the fairy is so pure and noble. If I use my original name, wouldn’t that be using the fairy’s connections to promote my own name?”

Upon hearing "trampled underfoot," Jin Hua's eyebrows twitched.

I was thinking business was doing quite well and forgot about this. If I used Jinhua as my brand name, wouldn't my name be trampled underfoot by countless inferior immortals every day?

If I keep using "Fengjun" (奉君), it feels like I'm using my own resources to promote this little maidservant working as a servant in the inner palace. Changing the name won't work either; I can't let myself benefit someone else.

Ningxin lowered her eyes, knowing she didn't need to speak.

Brilliant! This way, we don't have to turn it down, and we don't even have to worry about Jinhua doing the same business just to save face.

Jin Hua tapped her fingers lightly on the table, and after a while she spoke leisurely: "This fairy was just testing you. I didn't expect you to be so considerate of me. Not bad, it wasn't a waste to invite you here. Since you're here today, it's a rare opportunity. So eat well and have fun."

"Thank you for your hospitality, Fairy. I will not disturb you any longer. I will take my leave." Xi Ning bowed and withdrew.

They called over those who were trying to steal their business, acting as if they were doing someone a great favor. Ningxin secretly scorned them, but still gave a slight bow and turned to leave with Fengjun, who had already retreated.

Xi Ning retreated all the way to the door before turning and leaving.

After walking for a while, Ningxin said to the fairy who was leading the way, "We know the way, sister, you can go and do your own thing."

The fairy maiden bowed and left.

With no one around and only clusters of flowers, Ningxin spoke softly, "I heard that the headmaster plans to promote you to the position of manager of the courtyard. You don't need to be so humble in front of outsiders."

Xi Ning chuckled, "I haven't been promoted yet. Why don't you come to my courtyard, Sister Ningxin? You can be the manager. I'm not ambitious; I just like money."

If Feng Jun becomes the steward, his position will be higher than hers. Although Ning Xin was happy for Feng Jun, she still felt a pang of jealousy. She had cultivated for a hundred years before ascending to immortality, and then spent another five hundred years in the inner palace before becoming a senior official. Meanwhile, Feng Jun ascended to immortality in his teens with just an imperial decree from his father, and he's about to become a steward in less than half a year since arriving here.

But upon hearing Feng Jun's words, the sourness in her heart immediately dissipated, and she gently tapped the other's nose with her finger: "You have such a sweet tongue, no wonder everyone likes you."

Xi Ning smiled sweetly, seemingly carefree: "Sister Ningxin, I'm not kidding you. Come work for me as a manager. There are too many people at my place, and I can't manage them all. If you come, even if I don't give you an official position, I'll still pay you the monthly salary of a manager."

Ning Xin's eyes lit up immediately. It would be a lie to say she wasn't tempted; she had been a senior for hundreds of years and was still stuck in the same position.

Here, there's a fixed number of positions available, and unless someone gets promoted, there are practically no extra spots.

This is a golden opportunity! If she could become the manager of Fengjun Academy, it would be a promotion for her. Otherwise, who knows when she would get the chance.

Furthermore, Fengjunyuan's business is booming, with an external demand of at least two to three hundred thousand. Even the best quality insoles will wear out in three to five years, requiring new ones. Business is practically non-stop. Moreover, Fengjunyuan offers excellent benefits; monthly salaries and daily wages for part-time workers are based on ability, and they occasionally give out small gifts. Even a few pairs of insoles can be given away as gifts or resold.

Fengjun Institute also reserves a batch of insoles for its employees at wholesale prices. Some people are actually willing to exchange their monthly salary for insoles to sell outside. Now that insoles are in short supply outside, Fengjun Institute has even stipulated that if they are sold outside, they cannot raise the price.

Those who managed to get their hands on insoles would head to various mines, these remote places, to sell them. Those miners were too busy resting and sleeping during their days off to bother traveling long distances to the commercial district to buy anything unless absolutely necessary. Insoles were practically sold out within half an hour of someone arriving.

With a heart full of joy, she tentatively asked, "Are you really going to let me be the manager?"

“Hmm.” Xi Ning nodded: “Whether or not she can be counted as a steward of the inner palace depends on Ning Xin’s own efforts to mediate.”

They've already made room for us; of course, we should fight for our spots. Ningxin nodded vigorously, overjoyed: "Okay, okay, I'll go back and figure something out."

If I switch jobs, I will lose my position in the Imperial Palace. I must use the Imperial Palace's transfer order to be transferred to the Fengjun Academy as a steward.

This time, it wasn't her supporting Ningxin, but Ningxin supporting her, speaking with a hint of flattery, becoming increasingly intimate. Clearly, she was now treating her as a superior.

After walking a few more steps, Ningxin, who was supporting her, stopped, pulled her behind a peony bush, and gestured for her to be quiet.

Xi Ning followed Ning Xin's gaze and saw a tall figure wearing a red robe with blue patterns and nine dragons, and a crown with twelve tassels. Two fairies led the way, followed closely by two other immortals.

He stared intently until the figure dressed as an immortal emperor disappeared before straightening up.

The reason for avoiding them is that if you encounter a powerful deity of that level, you either have to avoid them or kneel down to the side.

Ning Xin lowered her voice and said, "This is the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak, the superior of the Great Immortal of the Eastern Brightness."

The only person who could freely enter and leave the backyard is the ruthless and desireless Emperor of the Eastern Peak.

Why does the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak have so many worshippers? Because among his many jurisdictions, two are of the most important: one is the one who governs the life and death of immortals, and the other is the one who governs mortal emperors.

Since the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak abdicated, sending the souls of mortals back to Fengdu, the souls of immortals have returned to the Eastern Peak. If an immortal accidentally perishes, they can go to the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak to plead for mercy, and perhaps find a body to possess, or, like the Demon Pill, create a body from lotus roots or something similar.

So whatever he wants, he only needs to say it, and whether it's the Queen Mother's top-grade peaches, the superior pills from the Tushita Palace, or the finest spirit stones from the mine, it will be delivered immediately, free of charge.

Mortal emperors would worship the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak every year. If their political achievements were outstanding and they needed to perform the Fengshan ceremony, the incense and offerings would be offered in abundance, sometimes even using up half of the national treasury.

"That's him! Why is he wearing a ceremonial robe?" In Xining's memory, although his usual attire wasn't all white funeral clothes like in later TV dramas, it was still quite casual, like wearing a Taoist robe or Hanfu.

Today, the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak has come to attend the flower viewing banquet, dressed in his full attire, wearing a twelve-tassel crown.

The crisp, slight sound just now must have been from the jade pendants worn on the sides of the belts of the two fairies leading the way.

Ning Xin suppressed a laugh: "It's just that some people have given up on the idea."