Cultivating immortals is not as good as alchemy

Chapter 99 Reimbursement
Fu Xiaoyun opened the bag, and counted the spirit stones in front of Zhang San.

No more, no less, exactly fifty spirit stones.

Fu Xiaoyun nodded in satisfaction, "I see that your hands have been shaking for a long time. Is there something wrong with it? This is not a trivial matter and needs to be treated quickly."

"If you treat it in time, it should be curable. Don't give up the treatment."

Zhang San gritted his teeth in anger, you are sick!

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't find out any useful information, he was afraid that the organization would not reimburse him, so he wouldn't be trembling endlessly.

Pay in one hand and deliver in one hand.

After Fu Xiaoyun installed the Jidan and handed it to Zhang San, he winked at him.

Putting away the alchemy stove, humming a little tune, Fu Xiaoyun staggered to the door.

Zhang San was dejected, and followed behind Fu Xiaoyun with a depressed expression on his face.

……

Walking out of the Treasure Chamber of Commerce, Zhang San headed in one direction with a clear goal.

Longyun Pavilion, the place where the Lord of Fengcheng lives and works.

The city lord lay listlessly on the table, his eyes were bruised and purple, which was caused by staying up late for a long time.

On the left is a pile of unprocessed official documents, piled up like a mountain.

Looking at it makes people dizzy and want to sleep.

On the right hand side are sporadic basic and processed official documents.

It is really difficult to be a city lord, with little money and too many things, and people complain (the employees and ordinary people under him).

I'm having a hard time.

The city lord sighed alone there.

The woman with a hot figure is not here this time, it should be because she has something to deal with and has no time to come.

Although she is only the assistant and steward of the city lord in name, in fact she has much more work than the city lord.

It's not as idle as the mayor.

Do things in ink, and always complain about too much work.

Hmph, hypocritical.

"How is the trial process? Is everything going well?"

From the corner of his eyes, the city lord saw Zhang San who pushed the door and entered, and he regained his energy a little. He changed from lying prone to leaning on the back of the chair.

Although he was still very sleepy, he still had to do some superficial work in front of his subordinates.

The expression on Zhang San's face was very strange, as if various emotions were mixed together.

Zhang San didn't answer the city lord's question immediately, but first bent down ninety degrees to apologize.

"City Lord, I'm sorry for not completing the task you entrusted to me."

As long as I apologize first, the city lord forgives, and then ask for the expenses, then he will have to pay even if he doesn't want to.

After all, people want face, especially big figures like the city lord.

The city lord was a little confused, and didn't realize that this was a routine for a while.

He motioned Zhang San to stand up straight, "What are you doing, just tell me if you have any problems, let's find a solution together."

"There's nothing to be sorry for, I'm sorry."

"Relax, do I look like the kind of person with a small belly?"

Zhang San was very happy when he heard this.

That's right, that's it, well said!

He immediately reported the results of his exploration.

"First of all, I found out that the target is an alchemist who can refine foundation building pills..."

"...The target is a female monk who calls herself Fu Xiaoyun..."

The city lord listened seriously at first, but then he felt something was wrong. How could this temptation be the same as no temptation?

"Can you tell me something I don't know?"

The mayor frowned slightly.

"Ahem, that's all I can find out."

"The total cost this time is..."

Zhang San smiled awkwardly, and looked at the city owner flatteringly, "Look, can you get reimbursed?"

I didn't see anything, I didn't find anything, and you still want me to pay?
"Go out and turn left, and go to the steward to get the money."

"Go away!" the city lord roared.

(End of this chapter)