This was a young man with a handsome face and elegant demeanor. When he saw Yang Zhen looking at him, he smiled and said hello:
"Junior Brother Yang, we meet each other everywhere in life, haha!"
Yang Zhen's pupils shrank slightly. It could be said that this person was expelled from Shui Luan because of his worship. When we meet today, we shouldn't be cold-eyed, right? At least we shouldn't be this affectionate.
Could it be that after staying down there for a few years, he changed his temper?
When others were so enthusiastic, he couldn't bear to be cold-faced, so he smiled brightly and said openly:
"Senior Brother Fang, hello!"
This person was Fang Hong, the deputy chief of Shuiluan when Yang Zhen first entered the sect seven years ago. At that time, he was in love with Zhao Yue'er and intended to plot against Yang Zhen. After finding out, he was sent to Chongzhou. Unexpectedly, after not seeing him for a few years, he has turned into a deputy chief of Wushan County.
Looking at the pendant on his token, it turned out to be white. This meant that his status as an inner disciple had been restored.
Fang Hong laughed loudly, came over to hold Yang Zhen's arm, and introduced to others:
"This Brother Yang is my junior brother in the sect. Everyone, you have to drink a few drinks from him tonight, haha!"
…
Needless to say, there was a lot of excitement at the banquet.
That night, Yang Zhen failed to go to Wushui County to take up her post and stayed overnight in the county.
Early the next morning, he rushed to visit Zhang Guanzhu. From a procedural point of view, with the endorsement of Chongyun Palace, he can already take office in Wushui County. However, as Zhang Guanzhu's direct superior, he must obey the other party's arrangements.
It wasn't until about four o'clock that Zhang Guanzhu slowly came over, followed by a young man, but it was Fang Hong.
He had just seen off Deacon Jia. Naturally, it was impossible for the latter to accompany Yang Zhen to the county below. This was usually done by someone arranged by the county government.
"Come in." Guanzhu Zhang waved to Yang Zhen, who had been waiting outside the door, with a lukewarm attitude.
"Where is Junior Brother Yang from?"
After taking a seat in the hall, he stretched his body and asked lightly.
It's impossible that he doesn't know this information, and asking questions like this is just a prelude to greetings.
"A native of Chuyang County, Yunzhou." Yang Zhen replied politely.
Then Guanzhu Zhang asked him about his origin, cultivation, spiritual roots, his experience of meritorious service in Qingzhou, etc. Yang Zhen answered them all one by one.
Fang Hong sat opposite Yang Zhen at the bottom without interrupting, just listening quietly.
"Your residual spiritual roots, in seven or eight years, you have gone from the first level of Qi training to the current eighth level. The progress is faster than the three spiritual roots!" Guanzhu Zhang clicked his tongue in surprise.
"The master's family has always been generous to his subordinates and provided a lot of support in terms of cultivation resources." Yang Zhen explained.
Zhang Guanzhu hummed and changed the topic:
"You are going to be the master of a hotel, which is considered an official position. What do you think?"
"What do you think?" Yang Zhen pondered the meaning of his question and carefully answered, "Just do your job well."
"more specific."
Is this an interview? Yang Zhen was confused, I have already received the employment notice, do you have anything else to say here?
Although he cursed in his heart, he still had to take the other party's questions seriously.
"My subordinates should keep in mind the three words of Qing, Prudence and Diligence. They should be honest officials, be cautious in doing things, serve the public diligently, and live up to the local people and monks."
"Scholar's talk!" Unexpectedly, Guanzhu Zhang had a look of disdain on his face: "Those literati and talented mortals talk about great principles with great clarity, but how many of them can actually do it? At such a young age, you are not good at learning anything, yet you go to learn those things The rhetoric of a pedantic scholar!”
"I will give you eight words today. The way to serve as an official is to be tactful, steady, flexible and alert!"
"Those who are tactful should leave room for speech, allow for tact in doing things, treat others as if they are at home, and be versatile in everything they do!"
"A calm person needs to be calm when encountering problems, and don't act randomly. Therefore, keep silent and be cautious when following orders!"
"Flexible people, as the saying goes, flexibility can defeat strength. In everything, you must retreat in order to advance, and don't be aggressive and aggressive!"
"I won't say much more about the last tip. If you can understand the first three points, you can understand this one without telling me!"
After finishing his lecture, Zhang Guanzhu took a sip of tea and stared at the silent young man below through the lingering water vapor.
"Do you understand?" he asked, putting down his tea cup.
"My subordinates know." Yang Zhen replied in a muffled voice. The other party's views were at odds with his, so of course he would not accept them in full.
"I think you don't understand!" Guanzhu Zhang sneered: "Let me ask you, if there is a conflict between monks and mortals, how would you deal with it?"
"Handle it fairly."
"Handle it impartially? Haha!" Guanzhu Zhang suddenly slapped the table, shaking the tea cup and making a buzzing sound.
"Don't forget who you are? You are a monk! Mortals are nothing, monks are our foundation! If you don't protect the monks, are you going to make decisions for those mortals?"
Yang Zhen heard these words very harshly, and immediately argued: "The monks are the foundation, and the mortals are the soil. Without soil, where would the foundation come from?"
"Haha!" Zhang Guanzhu sneered, waved his hand and said: "Then let me ask you, if a mortal has an ancestral object in his hand, it is a magic weapon. The monk wants to take it away, but the mortal disagrees, how do you decide?"
"Since it belongs to the owner, of course it cannot be taken away if the owner does not agree." Yang Zhen did not hesitate.
"What if the sect wants to take it away?"
"Give mortals fair compensation."
"What if mortals still don't agree?"
"This," Yang Zhen thought for a while, then said firmly: "Compensate and enforce it."
"Haha!" Zhang Guanzhu laughed loudly: "Young man, you keep saying that you are on the right side. Now what you are doing is still consistent with your original intention?"
Yang Zhen suddenly remembered something. The ancestral item in Chen Fugui's home was eventually taken away by the sect, and the Chen family only received an imitation as compensation.
Judging from the outcome, everyone was happy about the incident, but in fact Grandma Chen was kept in the dark and would never know the truth again in her life.
Is this fair or unfair to her?
If it's unfair, is there a better solution?
For a moment he fell into deep thought.
Seeing his silence, Guanzhu Zhang sneered and suddenly clapped his hands, interrupting Yang Zhen's thinking.
"You are young. Although the main palace appointed you to be the head of a pavilion, it is because of the reward for merit. The main palace cannot break the promise, but -"
His face gradually became serious: "Since you are working on my territory, I can't ignore it——"
Pointing to Fang Hong aside:
"Junior Brother Fang is the deputy chief of the Affairs Department. He assists me in managing Guanzhong's personnel, miscellaneous affairs, market, etc. He has always been diligent, conscientious, simple and steady, so——"
"I order him to go to Wushui County with you and handle the affairs for you for three months. You can learn from him. After three months, the Wushui County Hall will be handed over to you to take charge of!"
What? Are you going to suspend me from my job?
Why? Just based on the questions and answers just now?
Yang Zhen raised her head in surprise and looked at Zhang Guanzhu's face. Suddenly her heart moved and she understood everything in an instant.
Excuse! It's just an excuse!
No matter how he answered the questions just now, the final result would be this.
Palace Master Pang, Chief Xian, the methods you buried are here!
"What if I don't agree?"
He asked with a solemn face and every word.
