Chapter 386: Chapter 112: Fang Che’s Promotion, Purple Crystal’s Ownership, and an Ominous Premonition [Ten Thousand Words]
Dongfang Sansan is really in high spirits right now.
Even his steps are light.
It’s been so many years.
This is the happiest year.
Once I’ve wiped out the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, I want to rest for at least a year, no, half a year, forget it, three months will do.
Oh, maybe just seven days is better.
During those seven days, I won’t care about anything, just sleep!
No one is allowed to call me!
Dongfang Sansan thought happily.
He even had some longing.
Who would have thought that such a ruler of the continent, his greatest wish, would be, after peace is restored and there are no more crises, to have a good sleep?
But that’s indeed what Dongfang Sansan thought.
And for this goal, even the fantasy of it brings him such joy and satisfaction.
...
Underground, the mining is in full swing, and Mo Gan Yun and the others were secretly sent to the headquarters while they were unconscious.
The Ningxue Sword acted as a courier.
This place was filled with Space Rings, and the Ningxue Sword personally came to take them away, sent them back to headquarters, and then flew back.
This Purple Crystal Ore is indeed vast, with the top experts mining it. Sixty or seventy Space Rings have been filled, yet it’s still not finished.
The main reason was that Xue Fuxiao later got greedy, mining all the Purple Crystals from the outskirts as well.
He treated Old Master Dongfang completely like a donkey.
This resulted in Xue Fuxiao avoiding Dongfang Zhongming for many years afterwards, and if he couldn’t avoid him, he would be scolded horribly...
And every time, the scolding was endless, the more he scolded, the angrier he got, and the angrier he got, the more he scolded.
...
Fang Che returned to the Guardian Hall to commend the merits and rewards, and indeed achieved the first merit.
A total of six thousand merits were acquired.
The Guardian Hall made a decision: "Fang Che, the deacon, has performed outstandingly, and is promoted to the Chief Golden Star Steward of the Guardian Hall steward Hall."
Suddenly, from Golden Star Steward, he became the Chief Steward.
From having only Tang Zheng as his lone subordinate, he transformed into a senior official with four hundred stewards.
Even though Chief Fang is usually low-key, he still lavishly treated the entire Guardian Hall to a banquet.
His own Steward Hall celebrated for three consecutive days.
Then Chief Fang, hereafter referred to as Mr. Fang.
Mr. Fang assumed office immediately and began the three fires of a new official taking office.
The first fire was.
"Effective immediately, no stewards are allowed to slack! Any discovered, remove immediately!"
This fire burned away more than two hundred fishponds in Baiyun State.
Immediately, Baiyun State became solemn.
And while the first fire was burning, Mr. Fang ignited the second fire.
"Everyone’s status updates and reports. I don’t care what your current level is, but starting today, the Steward Hall will conduct random cultivation assessments, martial arts assessments; all results will be recorded. In the next assessment, the overall performance must be higher than the previous one. Otherwise, it’s negligence."
"For those negligent, our steward hall doesn’t want you. Either find a way to transfer, or I’ll assign you to another department. Anyway, this hall doesn’t need such people. Regardless of gender, regardless of age, all are treated equally."
"Don’t tell me any nonsense about decades at a bottleneck, I won’t listen. Anyway, if you can’t do it, then get lost!"
Suddenly, there were complaints everywhere.
Even Hall Master Song Yidao came to persuade: "Isn’t this a bit too harsh?"
Fang Che insisted: "It must be done this way! Anyway, if I don’t take the job, you can remove me from my position, and I won’t care about anything. But as long as I’m the Chief Steward, this is how it will be. Even Zhao Shanhe coming makes no difference!"
Alright then.
The phrase "Even Zhao Shanhe coming makes no difference" sent Song Yidao packing.
Even the Chief coming makes no difference, what am I, the Hall Master, worth.
Thus, the second fire was also fiercely burning.
Immediately afterwards, Mr. Fang kindled the third fire: "Effective immediately, rush to advance! All Level 3 No Star stewards, advance to Silver Star; Silver Star, advance to Golden Star. Golden Star, advance to Vice President."
"While I’m the Chief Steward here, I want three things, the first is merit, the second is still merit, the third, is goddamn still merit!"
"If you don’t make any merit, why keep you around?"
"This isn’t a retirement home!"
"Your salary and benefits, derived from the people’s sweat and toil! If you can’t rid the evildoers for the people, why should we keep you?"
Three fires.
Set the entire Steward Hall ablaze.
Then Mr. Fang had a huge chart made: the Merit Record.
Posted it on the wall.
Anyone with merit gets recorded on it.
"At the end of each month, the one ranked last, no salary! No rewards! Merit resets! No benefits! Three consecutive months, and you’re out!"
The atmosphere in the Steward Hall suddenly became tense.
Many old stewards loafing around were very dissatisfied and protested collectively. The result was Mr. Fang unceremoniously gave them a collective beating.
"Either get lost! Or follow this! There’s no room for compromise!"
Seeing over fifty seasoned stewards rolling on the ground, beaten to a pulp, everyone kept silent in fear.
Yuan Jingjiang secretly came to remind Mr. Fang: "Brother, among fellow brothers, we should be harmonious."
Fang Che was dumbfounded: "I’m not here to make friends!"
"We still have to get along normally."
"Get along my ass, I’m here to work, not to get along. Those who can’t work well, all of them should get lost, what getting along? Who can’t I drink with? Why must I drink with those who don’t earn merit? They don’t deserve it!"
Steward Fang’s firmness left no room for compromise in this matter.
The entire Steward Hall finally began to run at full speed.
And even though Mr. Fang became the Chief Steward, he didn’t move into a private room, but remained seated in his original position.
Every time Mr. Fang sat down, all the other stewards felt like there was a nail under their seats, making them unable to sit still.
Especially the lame Hong Er.
Since Mr. Fang took office, lame Hong Er directly became a serious and upright gentleman!
