Wudang Mountain signed for 60 years

Chapter 269, Personal Assistant

Sima Yan looked at Zhang Fan in thought.

"Can you do it? Don't waste these materials, these are worth thousands of fortunes."

Zhang Fan rolled his eyes;
"Naturally, you can rest assured, but it's just a universe-level Taoist weapon."

"Don't brag."

Zhang Fan went to the cauldron for refining equipment, and put all the materials on the ground, more than 400 kinds, arranged one after another, and struck out with one palm, and the Jiumei True Fire gushed out immediately.

Burn the cauldron.

Various methods are overwhelming.

Put the material into the cauldron, and put the material in an orderly manner.

Zhang Fan turned his head and said, "By the way, it will take at least one day to refine the universe-level Taoist artifact. There are my friends outside the Zhenbao Pavilion, so you can tell them so that they won't wait for a long time."

Sima Yan nodded.

"it is good."

"Remember to make a cup of tea to quench your thirst."

Sima Yan nodded, just arrived at the door, feeling something was wrong.

Damn guy, I am the second miss of Zhenbao Pavilion, how dare you order me around.

He also asked me to bring tea and water.

I... have to peel off his skin.

Thinking back: Forget it, bear with it for now, if this person can refine a universe-level Taoist weapon, I will let him go, otherwise I will make him look good, dare to order my lady, huh...
While refining, Zhang Fan studied it carefully.

Study the steps carefully.

This is the blueprint left over from ancient times. Zhang Fan sensed that there were no mistakes, so he began to boldly refine it with confidence. With the help of the treasure refining road, he can calculate whether it will be successful or not.

When Sima Yan served a cup of tea.

Zhang Fan has incorporated more than a dozen kinds of materials into it, and the Taoist vessel has become one-tenth of it.

Sima Yan stood beside Zhang Fan, not daring to show his breath.

Zhang Fan turned his head and smiled: "Find me some fairy fruits and quench my thirst."

Sima Yan stared.

"Are you using me as a servant?"

"Don't mind, once this artifact is successfully refined, it will be worth at least tens of thousands of Dao Luck. I helped you earn Dao Luck, and it is worthwhile for you to bring me tea and water. Besides, you are the only one here, so I don't order you." Who to order?"

Sima Yan trembled angrily.

You are right.

Sima Yan gritted her teeth, wishing she could swallow Zhang Fan alive.

"You wait for me."

Sima Yan immediately went downstairs and brought fresh fairy fruit wine, and Zhang Fan ate it unceremoniously.

"Refining is the most boring thing."

Sima Yan glared angrily: "Don't be distracted, okay, there's no such thing as a refining weapon like you, eat and drink while you're at it, be careful of the fryer."

Sima Yan was worried for a while.

But looking at Zhang Fan's ability to meet the challenge, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, it won't fry the furnace."

Sima Yan sat aside, watching Zhang Fan operate.

watched for a while.

The more I watched, the more amazed I was, every step was perfect, whether it was the temperature or the degree of fusion of materials, it couldn't be more perfect. Looking at Zhang Fan, this kid could be a genius.

Refining genius.

Sima Yan smiled; I found the treasure.

No, you can't show it. Once you show it, this person must be very proud.

When the time comes, it will be difficult to calm down this person.

The seventh-rank craftsmen in Zhenbao Pavilion are all like this, with their eyes higher than the top, and they are all used to it.

To show that the refining tool is very ordinary, you can't be shocked.

Sima Yan nodded: "Your refining technique is not bad."

Zhang Fan looked at Sima Yan.

good?

You are fooling me.

Sima Yan looked at Zhang Fan's face: "You look at what I do, our Zhenbao Pavilion is much better than you, I really think you are a treasure!" Sima Yan dismissed it.

You come with me.

Sima Yan watched Zhang Fan turn around and breathed a sigh of relief.

This guy must belong to me, and he must listen to me.

Zhang Fan asked: "How much salary do you Ninth Grade Artifact Refiners have per month?"

"One thousand luck."

"so little?"

Sima Yan was surprised: "That's not enough? More than 1 fortunes a year, over 100 years, that's 100 million fortunes. Think about it, how many years you have to practice to get so many fortunes."

This guy probably wants to sit on the ground and raise the price!
One thousand Dao Luck a month is still too little.

You won't find such benefits with a lantern.

"Too few, if you want to invite me, at least [-] Dao Luck a month, no bargaining..."

Sima Yan spat out a mouthful of old blood.

glare.

This guy really wants to raise the price without asking for a counter-offer.

Sima Yan shook her head: "No, [-] is too much, one year is [-], you think too highly of yourself."

"In this way, I am the master, as long as you follow me, I will hire you privately, and I will give you three hundred fortunes, what do you think?"

Zhang Fan smiled.

This little girl had a good idea.

Also private.

You are a private pocket of the communiqué!

"You are not afraid of me exposing you for taking bribes. I remember that Zhenbao Pavilion does not belong to your family."

"Hmph, my father is the owner of the Zhenbao Pavilion, so I still have the right."

Zhang Fan stared at the materials.

Waited for a while.

Zhang Fan still did not speak.

"Hey, do you agree or not? I pay for it privately. Don't be too greedy." Sima Yan tugged on her sleeves tightly, looking like a little girl, for fear that Zhang Fan would regret it.

This is a big boss who can refine immortal weapons, so he must fawn over him.

Even dragged into his own door.

Zhang Fan smiled: "Why are you in a hurry, I heard that your sister is very generous."

Sima Yan: I really want to slap you to death, see the guy who is open to money.

Sima Yan stretched out her finger: "I'm adding two hundred, 100 Dao luck a month, think about it, after 100 years, you can become a ninth-rank celestial master with [-] million Dao luck, and even go through Immortal Thunder Punishment."

Zhang Fan said: "Five thousand, no less, if you don't agree, I'll go find your sister."

Sima Yan was furious: You are an open-eyed guy.

Wouldn't your conscience ache if you wanted to pluck wool from a little girl?
Zhang Fan looked at Sima Yan: Sorry, I have no conscience.

"Okay, five thousand is five thousand, but you have to help me refine an immortal weapon every month, otherwise there will be no discussion, and you are my personal assistant." Sima Yan made some calculations in his heart.

Excluding wages and materials expenses, there is still some money to be made.

It is still possible to earn a small [-] Dao Luck from refining a fairy weapon, or even tens of thousands of Dao Luck.

"Personal assistant, you are trying to support me!"

Sima Yan's face turned red, you stinky guy, you can't hold back your words, who will take care of you.

Do you think you are handsome and I want you to be taken care of by me?
Do you think you need me to support you because you are white?
Dream about you!

Damn brat, he just squeezed money out of me, five thousand pieces of Dao luck, that's a full five thousand pieces, not five hundred pieces.

Sima Yan asked: "Do you agree or not?"

"Okay, as long as you have a fairy bone, I will reluctantly promise you!"

"Cut, a guy who eats people but doesn't spit out bones."

"Now you are my personal assistant. In addition to helping Zhenbao Pavilion to complete the tasks every month, you have to listen to me. I am your boss now." Sima Yan said proudly;

"Boss, can you pay 100 years' salary first?" Zhang Fan smiled;
Five thousand a month.

It will be [-] a year.

100 years is... 600 million...

(End of this chapter)