I proved immortality through the imperial examination.

Chapter 68 Solidifying
"Alright, go thank your teacher Wei. I mentioned it briefly, and he made the final decision before Hong Tianxia even realized what was going on. The matter was settled."

Xie Haiya gazed into the distance and said, "After careful consideration, I think you are a role model I should learn from."

Take one step, think three steps ahead, and you'll seize every opportunity.

Your decision to recognize Wei Yang as your mentor was absolutely the right one.

Too bad, I just can't learn from you.

"Senior brother, please stop keeping me in suspense."

Xue Xiangji was extremely anxious; he wanted to know how this had been accomplished.

Xie Haiya said, "Originally, your appointment as the head of the eleventh office of Suiyang Town would not have been approved at the Zhangyin Temple meeting. Wei Yang suddenly lost his temper and slammed his fist on the table."

This was the first time I'd ever seen him so angry. Hong Tianxia was also seeing Wei Yang really get serious for the first time. He was so intimidated that he didn't dare to argue, and so he let you get away with it.

But don't get too excited yet, kid. You'd better make some achievements in Suiyang as soon as possible.

Otherwise, if Hong Tianxia stirs up some trouble again, your official hat might just fall off.

After all, those who occupy high positions without merit are unwelcome anywhere.

"I will follow my brother's instructions."

Xue Xiang agreed loudly and was about to leave when Xie Haiya stopped him and began to impart his experience as an official in a very serious manner. He really treated Xue Xiang like a greenhorn, completely unaware that inside this greenhorn was the soul of a seasoned veteran who had made his mark in the business world.

Xie Haiya's conversation lasted for another half an hour.

He was eager to share everything he knew, but Xue Xiang didn't feel he gained much; he listened only out of gratitude and respect.

In his opinion, his senior brother was good in every way, except that he was too upright and did not follow the rules when he should.

If I were in Xie Haiya's position, I would have stirred up a storm in Yunmeng long ago.

When I left the Plum Blossom Hall, it was past 7 PM.

Xue Xiang rushed home, then returned to Jiufen Mountain, but instead went to the back mountain.

After a series of bangs, he broke down the door of Wei Yang's house.

"Whenever you come, it's either the middle of the night or the very late at night, you just have to disturb people's sweet dreams."

Wei Yang was wearing a robe and a pair of underpants, revealing his burly waist, and his expression was unfriendly.

Xue Xiang glanced at Wei Yang, whose crotch was still half-erect, and knew that he had ruined Wei Yang's good time. He secretly groaned, but could only bite the bullet and say, "Teacher, you misunderstand. I just heard from Dean Xie that it was because of your support that I was able to take office smoothly."

The students were very grateful when they heard about it and came to thank their teacher.

This is a small gift I prepared for my teacher; I hope you won't find it offensive.

Wei Yang waved his hand, "Just do your job well, I don't need anything, take it back, take it back..."

As he was speaking, Xue Xiang lifted the red silk covering his belongings, revealing something.

Wei Yang was stunned. What Xue Xiang had given her was a sand table.

The sand table is complete with mountains, rivers, military formations, defense lines, scale, and contour lines.

"This, this is..."

"This is a battle formation simulation board, also called a sand table, that I commissioned a craftsman to make. After discussing battle examples with my teacher last time, I was itching to create one, so I asked a craftsman to make this."
Then, we can rehearse the battle plan with the teacher. Using this will save a lot of talking, so I hope the teacher won't find it offensive.

"This, this is no toy. If this thing were enlarged, it could be used for military formation simulations. This, this is a treasure."

Wei Yang's face flushed with excitement.

Xue Xiang clapped his hands loudly, "Brilliant! How come I didn't think of that? It must be because you, Teacher, always have a million soldiers hidden in your heart."

Otherwise, how could one, upon seeing this object, immediately think of expanding it for use in military formation simulations?

Wei Yang excitedly ran around on the ground.

He was so fond of the treasure Xue Xiang had sent him that if he were to present it to the garrison commander, he would surely be rewarded.

Xue Xiang was very satisfied with Wei Yang's reaction.

In his past life, he was a king of gift-giving, dominating the business world.

Giving gifts and making the recipient happy is just the beginning.

Making the recipient feel guilty is an advanced level. Making the recipient feel moved and elevated is an even higher level.

If the recipient sees the giver as a lucky star, then that is true royalty.

From Wei Yang's perspective, Xue Xiang giving him a gift was something he discovered himself—its ingenious use and its value were elevated.

While he was excited, he naturally couldn't help but regard Xue Xiang as his lucky star.

Since he is a lucky star, we should definitely strengthen our relationship in the future.

At this moment, the more he looked at Xue Xiang, this cheap student, the more pleased he became.

Wei Yang patted Xue Xiang on the shoulder and said, "Do a good job in Suiyang."

If you encounter someone who dares to get angry, just use the teacher's name.

Suiyang has been a prosperous place since ancient times, with many gangs and now a major case has occurred, so it is not a good place to go.

Try it out for a while. If you're not happy with it, tell the teacher and you can change seats.

Locals didn't want to stay, so they went to work for government-run trading companies..."

Upon hearing that Wei Yang and Xie Haiya shared similar views, both believing that they wouldn't achieve anything significant in Suiyang, Xue Xiang found it difficult to refute them.

He knew in his heart that having connections above him was no match for his own abilities.

His purpose in coming here was simply to maintain his not-so-strong teacher-student relationship with Wei Yang.

Seeing that the relationship had been maintained, Xue Xiang got up to take his leave, taking a few manuscripts from his sleeve and placing them on the tea table, saying they were letters from readers to his teacher's wife, Madam Wei.

It turned out that ever since their last meeting, after being misled by Xue Xiang, Madam Wei could no longer bear the loneliness of being confined to her quarters.

He started a column under a pen name in "Yun Jian News" to write short poems about the grievances of women in their boudoirs.

She is indeed talented, but not to the point of showing off in the newspaper.

Xue Xiang dared not disappoint his teacher's wife's enthusiasm, so he used his position to forcefully retain the column.

When no readers replied, he fabricated his own.

These manuscripts were mostly written by him, and then someone else copied them.

He put down the manuscript and was about to leave when suddenly, a fragrant breeze wafted towards him.

Madam Wei emerged from behind the curtain, draped in a thin veil that barely concealed her undergarments. Her plump, white legs and long, swan-like neck were clearly visible, and her two restless breasts bounced about.

Xue Xiang quickly turned his head away, and Madam Wei stretched out her five slender fingers and took the manuscript.

"How dignified are you..."

Wei Yang quickly took off his robe and draped it over Madam Wei, revealing her strong and muscular body.

"You're just a warrior, where do you get all this hypocrisy? Why are you being so pedantic in front of your own students? Don't bother them while they're reading the letter."

Mrs. Wei parted her red lips slightly, her entire attention focused on the letters from her readers.

The more she looked, the more varied her expressions became. Sometimes she would walk quickly in place, sometimes she would whisper praises, and finally, her eyes turned red, as if she had found a kindred spirit.

Women in this world who stay at home, don't play mahjong, don't scroll through Douyin, can't watch dramas, and find it inconvenient to go out to listen to operas, have almost no entertainment activities, so how can their spiritual world not be empty?
After following Xue Xiang's advice and starting a column in "Yun Jian News", she has been waiting for readers' feedback.

This feeling is like that of a struggling novelist who wishes he could read the chapters hundreds of times a day.

At this moment, the feedback arrived, and for the first time, Mrs. Wei deeply felt that her talent was appreciated by the public and that her existence was needed by the public. This ultimate sense of satisfaction was unprecedented.

"My teacher's wife's writing is elegant and beautiful. My colleagues and I in the editorial department love reading it. It's like having a pleasant fragrance on your lips."

According to the editorial staff, the newspaper's circulation has increased significantly since the professor's wife started her column...

Xue Xiang held Madam Wei in his arms, praising and licking her, almost sending her to the clouds.

Xue Xiang accompanied her for almost half an hour, and Madam Wei finally felt completely satisfied, but she was still not satisfied.

Xue Xiang knew when to stop, and that offending her husband in front of him was absolutely unacceptable, so she quickly took her leave.

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