"You can appeal to the state palace!" Guanzhu Zhang extended his hand and pointed upwards, saying slowly.
Go to the state palace to appeal? Isn't that the Jinluan Palace suing the prince and looking for trouble? I'm not that stupid!
If you want to appeal, you have to go to the main palace!
"I am the head of the hall appointed by the main palace. You suspended me without any reason. Do you have any basis for it?" Yang Zhen asked.
Since he wanted to file a complaint, he naturally had to ask for clarification.
"Look, you really don't understand anything!" Guanzhu Zhang spread his hands, a little jokingly, but also a little admonished: "Junior brother Yang, I haven't stopped you from your job. You are still Wu Shui. As the owner of the county hall, you should receive the salary and take care of the things that you should take care of, and you won’t be able to do anything about it!”
"Junior Brother Fang went to Wushui County just because he was worried that you were young and impulsive and careless, so I just checked for you. In the past three months, whether the decisions you made were implemented or rejected, Junior Brother Fang has more experience than you. You You have to listen to him!"
"I am the master of the Wushan County Temple," he said, his tone gradually becoming stern: "I am in charge of six counties, a population of seven million, and four thousand monks. With this little power, I can still make the decision!"
Having said that, there is nothing to talk about later. Yang Zhengong handed over his hand and said: "I will definitely complain to the main hall about today's matter! Farewell!"
"Please!" A hint of gloom flashed in Guanzhu Zhang's eyes, and he spat out two words coldly.
…
Regardless of whether Yang Zhen is willing or not, at least for now, he cannot resist Zhang Guanzhu's arrangement.
In this way, Fang Hong, who hides his sword in his smile, joined him and headed to Wushui County with him.
There is also a teleportation array between the two places. When the two people appeared, Fang Hong was immediately recognized:
"Oh my god, Master Fang from the University of Science and Technology of China is visiting our county, but he wants to drink?" the man joked.
"Stop talking nonsense! Call your deputy curator Qian!" Fang Hong's face was stern and very rude.
The man immediately ran to call someone. After a while, a man in his thirties who looked quite smart and capable ran over, nodded and bowed to Fang Hong, and complimented him.
"Qian Kun," Fang Hong ordered: "Call everyone from the county hall. This department has important things to announce."
Qian Kun glanced at Yang Zhen and saw that he was very young. There was confusion on his face, and he turned around to gather people without saying a word.
Yang Zhen said nothing the whole time. In terms of process, Fang Hong is the representative of the county at this time, and he needs to announce the arrival of the new owner. It is not appropriate for him to speak out at this time.
Qian Kun moved very quickly, and not long after everyone arrived, there were twenty or thirty people sitting sparsely in a large hall.
Fang Hong unceremoniously took his seat at the main seat on the stage. Yang Zhen saw there was a seat next to him, so she sat down silently.
At this time, Fang Hong could no longer hide it and pointed at Yang Zhen and said:
"Everyone, this is Junior Brother Yang Zhenyang, your new head."
"Wow!" There was varying degrees of applause from the audience. Some people took pictures very vigorously, as if they were sincerely welcoming the new owner; others took a few pictures in a coping style and looked at Yang Zhen with complicated eyes.
Scrutiny, jealousy, curiosity, disdain, all kinds of emotions.
Yang Zhen stood up and clasped her fists, and was about to say a few words, but she saw that Fang Hong continued without raising his head:
"No! Junior Brother Yang is too young. Zhang Guanzhu said that he should study first. In the past three months, this major has lived in Wushui County and handled matters for him, ha!"
Everyone in the audience was stunned at first, and then burst into laughter. Someone looked at Yang Zhen with a hint of contempt.
Yang Zhenqing knew that there was no point in bickering with Fang Hong at this time, so she clasped her fists again and sat down slowly.
Just think of it as tempering your state of mind. Back then, you could endure it in Junguan Academy, but what does it matter now?
Ancestor Yunjun, if you had a more relaxed attitude, how could those few words of Zhu be able to drive you crazy?
On the road to cultivation, you should keep an eye on things as things change.
Thinking of this, he smiled calmly, his heart already calm.
Seeing the calmness on his face, some people became even more disdainful; others slowly stopped laughing and looked thoughtful.
…
Fang Hong spoke eloquently. He first praised the previous owner of the museum for his work, then pointed out several problems with the Wushui County Museum, and then explained several matters. Yang Zhen listened with interest. In terms of his familiarity with this county alone, Fang Hong is much better than himself.
When Gu Zhenspan said this, it was almost noon. At the end of the day, Fang Hong did not ask Yang Zhen for her opinion. He just waved his hand and shouted:
"The meeting is over!"
The hall suddenly became noisy.
"Wait a minute!" Yang Zhen stood up: "Senior Brother Fang has finished speaking. Can I say a few words now?"
"If Junior Brother Yang has anything to say, let's talk about it next time." Fang Hong waved his hand nonchalantly.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, and the seat beneath him collapsed on the spot. One of the chair legs jumped high. Yang Zhen grabbed it and played with it in his hand.
"Why, the Wushui County Pavilion Master appointed by my dignified General Palace doesn't even have the right to speak in this pavilion?"
Everyone in the audience was startled by the sudden noise, and they all looked at the angry young man in surprise.
Just now, he looked like an honest doormat, but it turned out he was not a coward!
Suddenly, everyone stretched their necks, waiting to see the show.
Fang Hong's face darkened and he looked into Yang Zhen's eyes. From the young man's unyielding gaze, he believed that if he said even half a word "no", the other party would definitely take action.
So, should we have this fight?
I'm on the second level of foundation building, but you're only on the eighth level of Qi training. I'm afraid of you!
Although he was so encouraging, the undisguised murderous intent in the young man's eyes made him feel guilty.
He may not know that it was murderous intent. It is the killing intent that can only be condensed if you have personally killed someone.
But this did not prevent him from feeling a warning sign. It seemed that as long as he took action, the consequences would be disastrous.
For a moment, he flinched.
"Hurry up and don't delay everyone's lunch." He said with a cold face.
What does Yang Zhen have to say? At this time, no matter what he says, whether it is encouraging everyone to do good things, or threatening and warning those who commit crimes, it will be a joke before he has real power.
So, he picked an order that his subordinates had to follow.
"Starting from the deputy director, everyone stands up and introduces himself! Name, age, cultivation, position, etc. Since I am your director, I must get to know you all!"
So, starting with Qian Kun, everyone stood up and introduced themselves.
"Qian Kun, forty-five years old, accomplished Qi training, deputy head."
This person changed his enthusiastic attitude toward Fang Hong in front of the teleportation formation and said expressionlessly.
Some are cold and some are enthusiastic. A handsome woman stood up:
"Hei Tuyue, twenty-eight years old, fourth level of Qi training. In charge of the branch office."
There are also those who don’t speak much and look rough:
"Cheng Yu, thirty-nine years old, ninth level of Qi training. Manager of Jing'an room."
Next is a man and a woman:
"Lu Yilong, thirty-three years old, seventh level of qi training, manager of Yujin Chamber."
"Lu Sheng, thirty-seven years old, seventh level of Qi training, in charge of the education room."
The last two people knew from their names that they were brothers and sisters of the same race:
"Liang Xingsong, forty-seven years old, ninth level of Qi training, manager of the Xuanfu room."
"Liang Xingling, thirty years old, fifth level of Qi training, manager of the office."
Yang Zhen frowned secretly when she heard that, except for the three important positions of chief, deputy head and branch office, which the sect strictly ordered not to be filled by locals, the other five managers were all from local wealthy families!
