The most powerful world overlord system

Chapter 114 Hundred Soldiers Pavilion

Today's Xianwuzong can also be ranked among the top five among all the small sects in Qinghefang.

Lu Xiaoran looked at Jiang Feichen who was worshiped as a god by all the immortal martial arts disciples.

Suddenly found that the master teacher is still very handsome.

"Get up!"

Jiang Feichen stretched out his hand and raised it lightly, a gentle force radiated from his hands, and slowly lifted the disciple of Xianwu who was kneeling in front of him.

"The foundation building period may seem unattainable to you now, but this is just the beginning."

Jiang Feichen looked at the disciples with piercing eyes, and said in a deep voice, "As long as you are loyal to Xianwu, it will not be difficult to be promoted to Rongling in the future!"

"Immortal Martial Prosperity, Master Master is unpredictable!"

The five hundred immortal martial arts disciples were excited and shouted in unison.

"Immortal Martial Sect, there can be no Foundation Establishment cultivators!"

Outside the gate of the Great Hall of Immortal Martial Arts, Liu Ruoxi, who was dressed in fiery red palace gauze, looked at the five hundred disciples of the Immortal Martial Arts and Jiang Feichen in the hall with complex eyes and murmured to himself.

"What should I do, should I report the truth, or hide it for you?"

"Jiang Feichen, you really gave me a big problem!"

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"All the stewards are the mainstay of my Baibing Pavilion. When Feng Mou first arrived in Qinghefang, the stewards must not let me down!"

In the meeting hall of Baibing Pavilion in Qinghefang, the new treasurer, Feng Qitai, sat on the main seat, his eyes swept over the six stewards of Baibing Pavilion below, and finally fell on Yang Yumei, his eyes flickering lewdly.

"As the steward of Baibing Pavilion, I will naturally do my job well!"

Under the stage, all the stewards of the Baibing Pavilion handed over their hands to report, but everyone's face was faintly tinged with anger.

Feng Qitai stared at Yang Yumei without a trace of concealment, completely ignoring the affairs of the people present.

This made everyone angry, but also felt that their dignity was lost.

"It's good that you know!"

Feng Qitai nodded, and said coldly: "In the past few days, I have checked the performance of Baibing Pavilion in Qinghefang in recent years.

The result made me very disappointed. The annual sales of spirit weapons are appalling. Meng Changhe is simply a waste! "

"Treasurer Feng, isn't it a bit serious!"

"My Qinghe Fang Baibing Pavilion's performance is not outstanding, but it can also be ranked in the middle of the [-] Fangshi Pavilions!"

All the stewards present were very upset when they heard the words.

Feng Qitai scolded Meng Changhe for being a waste, so he wasn't scolding them!
"Short-sighted, you are used to laziness under Meng Changhe's discipline, but with me, Feng Qitai, this situation must never happen again!"

Feng Qitai looked at the six stewards, and said in a deep voice: "From today onwards, the sales task of each refining room in Qinghefang will be doubled, and you will be responsible for the production and sales. If you can't complete it, all salaries will be deducted." , no longer issued!"

"what!"

"How is this possible? The sales volume has doubled. Even Fangshi Pavilion, which has the best performance in Aojian City, can only earn [-]% more than us!"

"All of us in charge have always been in charge of the production, procurement, sales and ordering of spiritual artifacts. Shopkeeper Meng has always been in charge, even the other Baibing Pavilions!"

When the stewards heard the words, there was an uproar.

Production and sales are two completely different responsibilities, how can they superimpose each other.

If all the stewards are busy with sales and promotion every day, how can they guarantee the quality of spiritual artifacts and the purchase of materials!
"I don't care about this, what other Fangshi Pavilions do has nothing to do with me!"

Feng Qitai sneered disdainfully: "You can't finish it because your ability and hard work are not enough, there is no need to find any excuses for yourself!"

"But, Shopkeeper Feng..."

The stewards were not convinced and wanted to defend themselves.

"Enough is enough, I am the treasurer of Baibing Pavilion, I have the final say on everything, you all step down!"

Feng Qitai slapped the table angrily, scolded loudly, then turned his eyes, and said coldly: "Staff Yang will stay here for now!"

"May I ask Shopkeeper Feng to keep me, what's your order!"

Yang Yumei frowned, her gaze was calm, she looked at Feng Qitai and said, "There are still things that need to be dealt with in the Artifact Refining Pavilion that I am in charge of, so just speak up if Master Feng has something to say!"

"I've heard of Guanshi Yang, who is unique in his craft refining attainments. I want to ask Guanshi Yang for advice!"

Feng Qitai couldn't help looking at Yang Yumei's alluring body, and smiled strangely.

"If Shopkeeper Feng wants to discuss the way of refining weapons, the attainments of all the managers present are much deeper than mine, so the subordinates will retire first!"

Yang Yumei smiled faintly, and without waiting for Feng Qitai to agree, she turned around and walked towards the outside of the meeting hall, disappearing.

The other five stewards present also snorted coldly and left in a huff.

"Damn it, a bunch of bumpkins don't even give me any face!"

Seeing this, Feng Qitai couldn't help being furious, veins stood out on his face, and his eyes were vicious.

"Qitai, it seems that you haven't had a good time in Qinghefang during this time!"

Just when Feng Qitai was full of anger, a sharp voice with a bit of meanness suddenly came from outside the meeting hall.

"Uncle?"

Feng Qitai was taken aback for a moment, he looked up at the entrance of the meeting hall, and saw a thin old man with hunchback, with his hands behind his back, stepping in from outside the meeting hall.

The old man looked haughty and extremely short, not much taller than a dwarf.

But while walking, his head was raised high and his eyelids were half drooping, giving people a very awkward feeling.

If Jiang Feichen were here, he would recognize the old man's identity at a glance.

It was Jiang Feichen who was on the way to the important town of Yunjiao, the former Baibing Pavilion steward of Qinghefang who scared him to pee with a sword, Feng Yaotian.

"Uncle, why are you here!" Feng Qitai was a little surprised.

"It's been a long time since you arrived at Baibing Pavilion, but there has been no message back. The Patriarch is a little worried!"

Feng Yaotian said: "I happen to be nearby, so the Patriarch sent a message to let me come and have a look, where is your bodyguard!"

Feng Yaotian approached the meeting hall, seeing only Feng Qitai inside, he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"them……"

Feng Qitai hesitated, hesitating to speak.

"What happened?" Feng Yaotian's heart tightened.

These guards are all the elite of the Feng family, and there is no room for loss.

"They, they were all captured by the inspection team of Qinghefang!" Feng Qitai said angrily.

"Did you cause trouble again!"

Hearing the words, Feng Yaotian couldn't laugh or cry, he said angrily: "Don't forget, what is the purpose of coming to Qinghefang this time!"

"As long as we can obtain Jiang Feichen's inheritance refining weapon, our Feng family can completely control the Baibing Pavilion of Aojian City.

And whether you can complete the task is also related to the future, whether you can get the approval of the tribe and become the next head of the Feng family! "

Feng Yaotian, with a look of hatred for iron but not steel!
"Uncle, I really didn't mess around this time!"

Feng Qitai wanted to cry without tears: "Where did I know that Jiang Feichen has such a good relationship with Master Qinghe, he summoned a hundred inspectors and captured all of my subordinates with a shout!"

(End of this chapter)