Chapter 848: Chapter 198: The Two Scoundrels Unite, Part 3
"Back then, the Martial Arts Academy gave me a recommendation letter, telling me to report to the Guardian Hall. Then I arrived at Baiyun State Guardian Hall, and the Hall Master at the time, Qin Jiang, said I was overqualified for the place, and personally wrote a recommendation letter for me to report to Baixiang Continent. Once at Baixiang Continent, the Guardian Hall Master handed me a recommendation letter, directing me to Bailu Continent... Upon arriving at Bailu Continent, I got yet another recommendation letter telling me to go to Bai... "
Dongyun Yu sighed, "Anyway... to hell with it, even now I still have a recommendation letter in my pocket... I’m too lazy to go. I’ve realized they just don’t want me... Going there is pointless..."
Fang Che’s face showed a look of unbearable distress, "That’s too much!"
"Yeah, it’s too much, which is why I’ve never worn that outfit."
Dongyun Yu’s mood sank for a moment, then he regained his spirits, "But my cultivation has greatly improved now. I’m too lazy to be a Guardian anymore, I’m preparing for the Guardian’s examination directly."
Fang Che sincerely said, "You will definitely succeed! The Guardians need people like you to join!"
"With me, Dongyun Yu, a great man, where can’t I stand out?"
Dongyun Yu continued, "Why should I hang myself in the Guardian Hall? What kind of place is that? A bunch of people living off their positions, waiting to die without doing any real work for so many years. To say they’re a mob insults the mob... Ahem, Fang Xiaohua, I don’t mean you."
He noticed Fang Che’s face darkening like a pot bottom halfway through his words, and hurriedly changed his tone, "Of course, you’re great, you’re my junior, you’re slightly better than a waste!"
Fang Che forcefully suppressed the urge to punch this scoundrel in the face, smiling through gritted teeth, "Rumor has it that Wu Zhibing, Hua Kaixie, and Jun Hefang, the three seniors, have done impressive work in the Guardian Hall..."
Dongyun Yu replied haughtily, "Those three are mere rats!"
Fang Che kept silent, walked faster.
He understood now, the only way to deal with this scoundrel is to speak less!
Otherwise, he can latch onto something you say and offend everyone under the sun cleanly.
This mouth is simply a super weapon.
"Brother Dong, the fact that you’re still alive is truly a miracle." Fang Che finally couldn’t hold back.
"Indeed it is."
Dongyun Yu said proudly, "The thing I’m most good at is creating miracles, and constantly refreshing them."
He flicked his hair, swish, snap, his hair flipped from left to right with a crisp sound, and said stylishly, "A man should be like this!"
Fang Che already saw the Four Seas and Eight Desolates Tower, breathed a sigh of relief, and quickened his pace.
"Don’t compare me with people like Wu Zhibing, it lowers my standards..."
Dongyun Yu was close behind him, chattering endlessly.
Lame Hong Er was idling around in front of the Four Seas and Eight Desolates Tower, standing tall, hand on the sword handle, wearing a uniform, looking impressive.
From afar, a brightness appeared in his eyes.
His face instantly revealed a submissive dog’s smile, grinning broadly as he hurried out, "Mr. Fang, hey hey, Mr. Fang, you’ve come, hey hey... you’re all better now?"
"I’m better. How are you?" Fang Che asked with a smile, "I see you’re about to get married soon, have everything ready?"
Lame Hong Er laughed genuinely, "Thanks for your concern, Mr. Fang, almost everything’s ready. I’m spending the money, everyone is helping me prepare, I still have missions unfinished... But I’m assured with everyone’s help."
"That’s good. If I remember correctly, it’s ten days from now, the tenth, right?"
Fang Che asked.
"Yes, yes! Correct!" Lame Hong Er was overwhelmingly delighted, "Thank you for remembering, Mr. Fang."
"Not only do I remember, but I also plan to come drink at the wedding. Make sure to have good wine, don’t let the brothers lose face." Fang Che joked.
"Absolutely, it has to be top-tier! Each table will have it!"
Lame Hong Er vowed, almost swearing.
"That’s good then."
Fang Che asked, "How is it inside the tower now? Quiet?"
"It has never been quiet... This Baijiao building was fine, but the middle is empty, so they turned it into a huge platform, just finished it... Oh, this construction is massive."
Lame Hong Er said, "These guys are real troublemakers, Mr. Fang, you don’t know, just the past two days I saw those over decades and centuries old Tiexue Platforms brought here, over twenty thousand kegs. Damn, are these people bathing in this kind of good wine every day? Damn, thousands of empty kegs are coming out every day."
Fang Che suddenly asked, "What about the empty kegs?"
"I collected them, I have use for them." Lame Hong Er replied without thinking.
Then he suddenly froze.
Fang Che was also speechless.
Staring at lame Hong Er, he instantly felt an urge to smash this ugly head right into the neck socket.
This bastard was really planning this!
"How could you think of this!"
Fang Che poked lame Hong Er’s forehead hard, "Damn it, brothers are running around for you, and you’re planning to let them drink fake wine!"
"No, no... No, no, I don’t dare, Mr. Fang. I really don’t dare..."
Lame Hong Er begged for mercy, his face pale.
"I just collected those to sell... I really didn’t mean that. What we drink may not have the age, but it’s definitely real, I swear, Mr. Fang, you must believe me!"
"If I find one keg... I’ll cancel your wedding immediately!" Fang Che whispered threateningly.
"I swear to my Hong Family ancestors, I absolutely don’t dare to do that! I’ll definitely let everyone drink real wine!"
Lame Hong Er was startled, quickly swearing.
In his heart, he was calculating that drinking real wine would cost a large sum, couldn’t afford it, who should he borrow money from next?
