FyrenZhang froze and thought, "Is this man sick?
[Where's my self-condemnation here, I say I'm ... what's that, and you come up with 'me too'?]
Is there anyone else who's actively looking for this kind of thing? Well, you did!
FyrenZhang was just about to scold him twice when he realized that Sherry was frowning and already had both palms already in a fighting stance.
FyrenZhang's heart thumped!
[Sherry? Is this idiot an ancient martial artist? And very strong?]
FyrenZhang immediately suppressed his urge to curse, his mouth salty:
"Your Excellency ..."
The man nodded, "Subordinate Vanquisher, see the young lord!"
FyrenZhang said in his heart:
[Good, good, great.]
Then I remembered that I had just met Sabrina and judged that OttoLong was also in this market.
FyrenZhang basically gets the point.
FyrenZhang looked at the white rose in his hand, "You're quite resourceful."
Vanquisher smiled slightly, "Seeing that so many people here have white roses, my subordinate was indeed a bit confused. But after finding the event organizer and asking them, they said that all the white roses here are sponsored by Young Lord, so that's why I looked all the way here."
FyrenZhang said heartily:
[No matter what, he must never be allowed to meet with OttoLong!]
[The guy who can make Sherry so nervous and serious must have extraordinary strength.]
[OttoLong and his men are around, gotta get this guy outta here first.]
FyrenZhang said, "Sherry, take him to the car first. I still have some things to take care of."
Said Sherry with a wink.
Sherry, understanding and hearing the calculations in FyrenZhang's mind, cooperated seamlessly and walked out with Vanquisher.
FyrenZhang watched them go and patted his chest.
Then walk to the market and search everywhere for OttoLong.
Sure enough, a sneaky OttoLong is seen in front of a store selling dry goods.
FyrenZhang quietly blended in with the crowd and approached him.
OttoLong didn't know that his mentor was hiding right behind the pillar.
Gritting his teeth, he thought to himself that he would have to try again anyhow.
A man passed by OttoLong and gave him a look, and OttoLong deliberately leaned in close and whispered, "I'm stupid?"
The man gave OttoLong a look and hurried away.
OttoLong was depressed beyond belief, and then looked around at the raging crowds and gasped.
FyrenZhang is beginning to understand.
He blocked his face and stood in the corner, showing a half-drawn body.
OttoLong saw FyrenZhang's figure and felt like a practiced fighter.
Just walked in and whispered, "Dude, I'm stupid."
FyrenZhang stifled a laugh and looked up, "Big Brother?"
OttoLong was shocked and felt disgraced, "Aigoo, Fyren ah ... this ... why did you come to a place like this?"
FyrenZhang smiled and said, "Having nothing to do, I came out to walk and pick up the air. Big brother you are ... huh huh ..."
OttoLong is depressed as hell, "Oh, no, nothing, just ... random, having fun ..."
FyrenZhang laughed and said, "Big brother, you have something in mind!"
OttoLong froze and laughed too... it was awkward.
"Alas, senior brother, truth be told, my side of the bar ... has to meet with a partner, but this joint code word ... is too fucking fucked up. This ..."
FyrenZhang copied a loudspeaker at the dry goods stall, "Brother, there are so many people here, you go to dock one by one, that would have to be received in which life?"
Handing him the horn, "Use this, and with a few shouts from you before and after, the man will come to you for a meeting."
OttoLong takes over the horn.
Look at the horn, look at FyrenZhang, look at FyrenZhang, look at the horn again.
"Wouldn't just ... be a little ... too high profile?"
FyrenZhang said, "What's so high and mighty about your joint code words that only you know?"
OttoLong nodded, "I ..."
FyrenZhang patted OttoLong's shoulder, "Senior, I still have things to do at the company, I'll leave first, talk to you later haha."
FyrenZhang turned around and couldn't help but laugh.
[And a fucking leading man! I'll be damned!
OttoLong stood in the crowd, gripped the speaker, turned up the volume, and said into the speaker, "I'm ..."
Everyone looked at him.
OttoLong's old face turned red and he didn't dare to speak.
Give yourself a pep talk, cheer up, cheer up, you have to ... go above and beyond and believe in yourself.
"I'm ...."
OttoLong still can't shout.
The people around us said, "Are you sick?"
"What the hell are you going to say?"
"You're what you say!"
FyrenZhang smiled and walked out, getting into the car.
The car was traveling.
Vanquisher looks at FyrenZhang, "Young Lord, here are the funds for you."
FyrenZhang took the bank card and handed it to Sherry.
"Tell me more about your situation."
Vanquisher smiled slightly, "My subordinate is Vanquisher, who has been officially separated from the organization, and as of today, is your subordinate."
FyrenZhang nodded, "Very well."
"But, unlike the others, there are three things I need to make clear to you."
"Oh?" FyrenZhang laughed: "That's kind of interesting, I still like people with personality, it's only when you have the ability that you can have personality, you say."
Vanquisher is also very self-complacent: "First, I will not be inviting and kowtowing at every turn, and I am not a lackey or a lackey, I am just a vassal. I am just a vassal. I will listen to the tone but not the announcement, and I cannot always accompany the young lord to skulk around. But once Young Lord has a mission, my subordinate will definitely go all out and execute it resolutely."
FyrenZhang nodded, "There are plenty of people who kiss my ass and hang around me, and I have no shortage of them. No problem with this one."
"Secondly, if you confirm the inclusion of my subordinate under your command, my subordinate requests that I never disengage again! I once swore that I would not serve two masters in this life, but now that I have broken away from the Mighty Syndicate, if I join your command, I will not ask for anything in the future, and I will only serve you alone."
"No one else can dictate to me, not even Your close relatives. I take orders from You alone; the rest I do not honor and will never obey."
FyrenZhang nodded, "It's fine, efficient and concise, and I like it."
Vanquisher breathed a sigh of relief, his mental defenses apparently relaxed.
"That last one, it's a bit ..."
"Straight up."
"Yes." Vanquisher said, "My treatment at the General Helm is a fixed salary of one hundred thousand Chinese coins per month, with subsidies for missions and bonuses for completing them. In your place, I would like my treatment to be increased by fifty percent, which means a salary of one hundred and fifty thousand per month."
Without waiting for FyrenZhang to speak, he hastened to add, "I know it's rude for a newcomer to make such a request just after joining, but that's the way I do things, with a word in front of me."
"And I can assure you that I'm definitely worth my weight in gold."
FyrenZhang laughed.
Just keep looking at him.
Vanquisher was looked at with some lack of confidence and awkwardly said, "If Young Lord doesn't believe me, you can give me a task first to see how efficiently I can accomplish it, and we can talk about the treatment then. But there is one thing, I only accept cash, I don't accept any transfers."
FyrenZhang laughed out loud, "You guys, you're so unproductive."
Vanquisher got a chill in his heart and felt that this was going to be yellow.
I didn't expect FyrenZhang to say, "What's the point of fifty percent? I'll double your salary, 200,000 dollars a month, and then give you a car, which lot you like to tell me, I'll give you a set of houses."
"And all the Xiangyun Group's hotels you can stay as long as you like, it's no problem to stay all year round, hang on to my account, someone will pay for you regularly."
FyrenZhang looked at him, "Any other requests? Say them all together."
Vanquisher was overjoyed.
FyrenZhang could tell he was excited.
Not only does he himself get to break away from the dark reign of the Mighty Syndicate, he gets a relatively free work environment.
And with double the perks and a large family fortune!
This ... is just not cool!
But he tried his best to restrain his emotions, "The young master is really heroic, subordinates from now on will be at the disposal of the young master alone, the sword mountain fire sea, never hesitate, difficult and dangerous, never complain, even if I let me suffer a thousand cuts of death ... "
"Well, well, well, you were brought in to help me make money, and you won't be killed by a thousand cuts."
"Yes, yes, yes, the Young Lord is truly a man of his generation."
FyrenZhang said, "Hand over the cell phone.Sherry, give him a new phone."
Again to Vanquisher, "From now on, you only need to have my number in your address book. Remember, follow me and I'll make sure that you'll be honored and rich, and live ten or a hundred times more dashingly than you did in Mighty Syndicate. If you dare to betray me ..."
"There is no need for the Young Lord to speak, I have ended myself!"
"It's a man." FyrenZhang reached out to Sherry, sliding Sherry into a pout and pulling out another pile of dollars.
"One more pile."
"The last one!"
FyrenZhang smiled, "I know, bring it on."
Sherry hesitantly pulls out another pile of dollars.
FyrenZhang gave the money to Vanquisher, "Take this money and spend it first, it doesn't count as a paycheck, it's a red packet for the meeting."
"Young Lord, this ... is too much!"
"I'm still too little." FyrenZhang said, "None of the brothers who follow me have ever lived in poverty."
FyrenZhang lowered the privacy window and said to Zaring, "Zaring, accompany Vanquisher around this afternoon, help him pick out a car, and take him to choose a house. Have Chloe call in the money when you're done picking."
"Yes! Fyren don't worry, leave it to me."
Vanquisher was overjoyed, "Young Lord, you really are Vanquisher's reborn parents and recreated father and mother, from now on, I, Vanquisher, will follow Fyren ... eh? Fyren? eh?"
FyrenZhang looked at him and smiled, "Is there a problem?"
Vanquisher looked at the two piles of dollars in his hand, before looking at Sherry, who was always leering at him, and then at FyrenZhang's smirking expression.
Eyes rolled, "No problem!"
FyrenZhang said, "Get out of the car and go back to the market. Where there's a guy holding a horn and talking nonsense, beat him up for me. Remember, run after you beat him up, he has helpers nearby, don't let them catch you."
"Oh, what's so special about him?"
"He just ... acted like a douche, obviously."
"Oh."
FyrenZhang said, "This is your first mission and a test for me. If you do well, you can immediately receive five million dollars in settlement money. If you don't do well, go back where you came from and don't waste everyone's time."
Vanquisher then looked at the dollars in his hand, "Young Lord wait a moment, I'll be right back!"
Vanquisher got out of the car, and Sherry cocked her head in thought, "Did the master tell him to go beat up Otto?"
FyrenZhang chuckled, "Otto just owes it a beating."
Sherry sighed, "Poor Otto."
FyrenZhang said, "Zaring, you go get him while Sherry and I slip around."
"Yes, Fyren."
...
Vanquisher is back at the Farmer's Market once again and is worried he won't find anyone.
I ended up seeing a man standing on a concrete platform, holding a trumpet, seemingly mustering up the courage to make an important speech, with a lot of people already gathered around him.
Vanquisher smiled slightly, "The Young Lord was right, it was obvious."