C859 (1/2)

Inside the Divine Hall, Zhang Qiang was sitting in the chief deacon's study room, drinking tea while reading the various reports from the other halls.

Each hall in the shrine usually had their own activities, so other than the hall master or chief deacon organizing a meeting, they didn't have any interactions.

Of course, they all had the same goal in terms of positions, but it could be said that they were all small powers.

Therefore, if there was no meeting, the hall was actually quite deserted. Aside from the ones that stayed behind to watch over the house, almost all the other hall masters had their own businesses. Of course, most of them were clinics and medicine halls.

As for the management of the shrine, it was usually the hall master who called a meeting, or the various halls' problems could be reported back. Of course, the problems concerning money could usually be solved by the various halls themselves, and every month, they would even have to pay a monthly fee, so most of the times, it was just a request for instructions, such as the hall master requesting for seclusion, or the door master deciding to open a new clinic or medicine hall.

For some of the materials, he also chose to hook up with the painting. After all, the final one who made the decision was Hall Master Ouyang Wei, and what Zhang Qiang wanted to do was to point out the key points, so that the Hall Master wouldn't have to read those meaningless words.

Seeing Zhang Qiang's work, Deputy Deacon Feng Yongbai sighed. After all, he was originally sitting in that position. Compared to Zhang Qiang, Zhang Qiang's work was much more detailed.

Of course, this was also closely related to the high return rate. After all, no one was willing to put in all their effort just for a lowly job. Only when they didn't have to worry about money would they be able to motivate others to do things.

”Yongbang, organize these materials and place them in a file folder. Then, mark them down and when the pavilion master comes out of seclusion, it will be convenient to examine them.” Zhang Qiang said.

”Yes, Chief Deacon.” Honestly speaking, Feng Yongbai still felt a bit unhappy in his heart. That position had originally belonged to him, but now he had to be ordered around by a junior.

If he had agreed to let Mi Tianzheng join the Sect of Serpents, he would have ended up like Li Taiyu. He would have been paid well and would have been able to take care of his own business.

”Oh right, there's something we need to hurry up on. The pavilion master isn't here. Yongkang, I think we should study it first.”

After saying that, Zhang Qiang handed an urgent application to Feng Yongbai, who took it and looked at it. It was indeed a scalding sweet potato. It was the application of Mi Tianzheng for taking in disciples from the Snake Sect.

Although he was an underground power, he couldn't use the management of the gangs in ancient times. If he did that, it would be out of touch with the times, so Ouyang Wei created this point. After the original hall master Gong Zhi went missing, he used a lot of modern management, such as personnel, finance, and various electronic equipment.

Zhang Qiang took a look and asked, ”Is Mi Tianzheng a candidate?”

”That should be it. The remaining disciples of the Snake Sect are all mediocre. Old Mi's going to have a headache as well. I think we should just do it this way. If he feels that there's no problem, he can just accept disciples first.” Zhang Qiang said.

”This... It doesn't conform with the rules, does it? This matter should be decided by the Hall Master. If we decide on it, we won't be able to take on this responsibility in the future. ”

Zhang Qiang smiled, ”I can afford it. If we are afraid of taking the position of chief deacon, we might as well not take it. Aren't we supposed to be sharing the responsibility for the hall master in the first place?”

After Zhang Qiang finished speaking, Feng Yongkang felt a little ashamed. After all, when he was the Chief Deacon, he did not have this kind of courage.

”Alright, go call Old Mi and tell him that I've agreed. Let him carry it out as soon as possible.” Zhang Qiang said.

Feng Yongkang nodded his head. In any case, he didn't care as long as the Chief Deacon was there to support him.

A white Bentley stopped in front of the door of the Ming and Qing Mansion, where the Shrine was located.

Lin Zi Chen opened the window and looked, ”It's quite impressive, hehe, this kind of place is rare in other cities, but it's very common in Beijing. But this kind of large mansion is owned by a private person, it's also a rare sight.”

Ning Jia nodded, ”That's right. Such a big ancient house in Yan Jing is mostly state-owned. If you want to buy it personally, you probably wouldn't be able to buy it for more than a billion.”

”Yes, but whether or not there is a universe here is my greatest concern. Let's go down and take a look.”

Finished speaking, the two of them got off the car. Lin Zi Chen looked at the surveillance cameras on the left and right side of the road and decided not to jump over the wall. Instead, he knocked on the door.

Soon, the door was opened by a man in his sixties. He was dressed in ordinary clothes and had no aura of a warrior. It seemed like he was responsible for guarding the door.

It was clear that the treatment here was not bad. This made the old man feel a little lost, and he didn't even need to look at him directly.

”To whom?” The old man spat out these two words with great care, his tone carrying obvious disdain.

Lin Zi Chen took a glance inside. The courtyard inside was much bigger than he had imagined. Furthermore, there was a door leading into the courtyard. This meant that the house was not just a single person, but several people.

This also made Lin Zi Chen suspicious. If this was really enough for a person from the Divine Hall to use, and if there were some small buildings on the inside and outside, perhaps 200 to 300 people could live here without a problem.

”I'm looking for Mi Tianzheng!” Lin Zi Chen blurted out.

Ning Jia had said earlier that the one who poisoned Mi Tianzheng was the leader of the Sect of Snakes, so he decided to look for Mi Tianzheng. He knew that if Ouyang Wei was mentioned, the latter would become sensitive immediately.

”Sect Leader Mi?” ”You are...”

Hearing this, Lin Zichen revealed a smile, they had obviously found the right place.

”I'm his friend.”

The old man scrutinized Lin Zichen once again. This young man in front of him was wearing a sportswear, and it seemed like he was a street vendor. What kind of person was Mi Tianzheng? That was the Sect Leader, how could he have such a friend?

Hearing that, the old man laughed: ”Hehe, friend? ”Young man, are you not afraid of losing your tongue?”

”Oh? ”What do you mean?” Lin Zi Chen's heart felt as if a stone had dropped from his chest. Since he had found the shrine, he was no longer in a hurry.