"Xiao Wang, come here so early to help!"
The head chef enthusiastically threw an apple to Wang Li.
In the past, Wang Li could always catch the sword accurately. After all, he was a credit card holder.
But this time, Wang Li's reaction was half a beat too slow, and the apple hit Wang Li firmly on the head.
Seeing this, the head chef hurried forward to check: "Oh, are you okay?"
Wang Li seemed not to feel any pain. He leaned over to pick up the apple and asked, "What should I do today? Should I still cut radishes like before?"
The head chef patted Wang Li on the shoulder: "Let's forget it for today. You kid is so distracted that it won't be good if you turn around and cut yourself."
Wang Li was anxious: "No, I want to help!"
"Why are you... so surprised today? Are you worried about something?" the head chef asked with concern.
Wang Li rubbed the apple in his hand, hesitated and said, "My mother is seriously ill."
"this……"
The head chef's face suddenly filled with sympathy and comforted him: "Hey, no wonder you were absent-minded just now. My mother is seriously ill and she should go back to see her. However, the world is not peaceful recently. If you leave Rongcheng rashly, you may be in danger."
Wang Li sighed, seeming to be adjusting his emotions.
After a while, he smiled: "It's okay, my brother will take care of her. I heard that the president will be back today. When the president comes back, all the problems will be solved. I will go back to visit her."
"Hey, that's right!" the chef said with a smile, "When the president comes back, we don't have to worry!"
Wang Li came to his work station, picked up the kitchen knife, and picked out a carrot from the vegetable basket.
He gradually stopped smiling, and there seemed to be a struggle in his eyes.
Soon, he made up his mind and cut it off with one stroke.
Ding!
Cut the carrot in half.
…
During lunch time, members of the Folklore Research Association went to the cafeteria to eat.
The food in the cafeteria is free, and the head chef is specially hired by the Lin family. The dishes prepared are full of flavor and flavor, and are even more delicious than those cooked at home.
Therefore, almost no one in the folklore research association would choose to do it themselves.
Zhao Yiyao packed two meals from the canteen and carried them to Wang Jiwen's office.
Wang Ji was busy dealing with various things and was already exhausted. When he saw Zhao Yiyao coming over, he didn't have time to say hello. He just nodded to her and continued to communicate with the person on the phone.
Zhao Yiyao opened the lunch box and ate by herself.
When she almost finished eating, Wang Jixiang ended the call, ran over, quickly opened the lunch box, picked it up and poured a few mouthfuls into his mouth with a spoon.
"Pfft! Cough cough cough!"
Sure enough, I choked.
Zhao Yiyao hurriedly brought water to Wang Ji and patted him on the back.
Wang Jixiang choked until his face turned red, and he finally regained his breath.
"Damn it...it's all those famous people's fault for making me angry!"
"What happened again?"
"Another death occurred over in Dongyue. A suona maker and a coffin bearer died."
"They have gone too far!" Zhao Yiyao couldn't help but think of her family in the Northeast.
Wang Ji rubbed his eyebrows. He had not rested for two nights.
Then he stared at the clock hanging on the wall for a few seconds and said, "It should be more than an hour before Lao Yan comes back."
Come back soon, Lao Yan, everyone is looking forward to you.
Zhao Yiyao wiped her mouth, stood up and said, "I will take someone to pick up Zitong."
Lin Zitong will of course be present when Yan Shouyi returns, and when he comes back, it will be when the folk sects face the famous sects, and Lin Zitong will play a very important role in it.
At this moment, the two of them suddenly heard a commotion outside!
Their expressions changed and they hurriedly opened the door and left.
Several members of the Folklore Research Association hurried over and started shouting from a distance of more than ten meters:
"Vice President, those people are knocking on the door!"
No need to ask, Wang Jicheng knew who was coming.
Aren't they just those people who are doing shady things under the guise of famous families? !
Wang Jixiang had been waiting for this day for a long time. He took a deep breath and issued the order in an orderly manner:
"Except for those guarding the key points, dungeons, and lotus ponds, everyone should gather at the main entrance!"
"Send someone to inform Senior Yan Qiu and them!"
"Everyone, don't panic, don't get confused, come with me to meet those so-called famous sects!"
There is no doubt about Wang Jixiang's coordination ability, and the members quickly calmed down and started taking action.
Wang Ji walked aside and sent a text message to Yan Shouyi to inform him of the situation.
This day is crucial. If it is handled well, the relationship between the two factions can be eased.
But if it's not handled well...it won't be easy for everyone in the next few years.
…
Outside the gate of the Folklore Research Association.
The famous faction mobilized relations and temporarily blocked the entire West Lake scenic area, and no one was allowed to enter.
Ordinary people would not know that something big happened in Rongcheng West Lake today.
More than 400 people gathered at the main entrance. Because they knew that there was a trace formation ahead, they did not enter rashly, but just clamored outside.
"The demon Yan Shouyi has destroyed all the Emei sect, and heaven and earth will not tolerate it!"
"We are disciples of a famous sect, and we are here to slay demons and protect the way!"
"Knowingly, quickly turn off the formation and let me come in. Although you are the heirs of a folk sect, you do not necessarily have to become Yan Shouyi's accomplice! It is wise to give up resistance now!"
Some of the visitors were wearing Taoist robes and some were wearing cassocks, but without exception, they were all menacing.
After a while, dozens of people suddenly appeared at the main entrance of the Folklore Research Association.
Their figures changed from blurry to clear. This is the effect that comes from walking out of the formation.
The leader was Wang Jicheng, and he was accompanied by He Xiping, Zhao Yiyao, Weng Qianxiang, Lao Jin, and the Ma family brothers and sisters...
and members of dozens of folklore research societies.
"Everyone, please be patient!"
In order to delay time, Wang Jixiang took the lead in revealing his identity:
"I am Wang Jiquang, the vice-president of the Folklore Research Association. Why did you come to visit us today?"
On the other end of the famous sect, someone mocked: "Oh, you still don't know what we are doing? Don't pretend to be like us here!"
More than 400 people were chattering and cursing, and the scene got out of control.
Wang Jixiang narrowed his eyes and said loudly:
"Is this the style of a famous sect? Why do I look like a bunch of rabble?! There are so many people here, who should I talk to?"
The words lasted for nearly three minutes before the disciples of the famous sect finally fell silent.
They discussed for a while and elected three speakers.
Master Henghua, the eminent monk of Guangde Temple, Tang Zhongxue, the elder of Hongyi Sect, and Hong Sifang, the leader of Laoshan Formation Sect.
Since Dragon Tiger Mountain, Wudang Mountain, Maoshan and other sects all chose to remain silent this time, the main force in front of them was more from the third and fourth sects. Among them, the more powerful one was Hong Sifang, the head of the Laoshan Formation Sect. Yes, but this person is considered a marginal figure in Laoshan, so Yuan Jianxin can't control him.
These people, whom Wang Jixiang had never heard of, were now openly taking the lead in clamoring for the Folklore Research Association. If it weren't for the large number of people on the other side, Wang Jixiang wouldn't even bother to take a second look.
