Chapter Seventy-Three: Mass Fighting
"What are you talking about?
With a bang, he received four or five punches on his body, and at the same time returned one punch to each of his two opponents.
It looks like these three people are the king of street gangsters.
The two sides were in a mess.
"Everyone testified to me, I didn't do anything, they rushed up and were unreasonable first!" Dai Yan shouted as he fought back.
The old members of the dining hall all showed mocking expressions.
"Stop!" Tang Jia and other newcomers in each room can't sit idly by, everyone just said yesterday that they will advance and retreat together.
Tang Jia was the fastest, swept over directly, and tore one of them apart.
"Brothers, come and help, this kid is amazing!" The man immediately felt that Tang Jia was at least the ninth level of Qi cultivation!
The newcomers huddled, and the original handymen also unanimously went out one after another.
For a time, a melee of more than ten people broke out.
Maybe it was because my colleagues were punished twice in a row before, and the original people in the canteen were still relatively restrained, and they mainly wanted to pull a bias at the beginning.
But Tang Jia complicates the situation.
"Chaos in the stars!" the young man took out a whisk from his arms and unleashed his ultimate, injuring several people at the same time.
"Damn, there's a magic weapon!"
"He actually knows how to learn from the family!"
"The seven young people in the third room are really willing to spend the money!"
Although there are many people in the old dining hall, there are few who can resist the Tang Jia magic weapon.
Unless the steward and the chef make a move.
But everyone understands that the three bigwigs are in important positions, so they can't get involved in the brawl and let each room find the truth.
As a result, these people can only use all kinds of guys, launch their own combat skills, and rush up against the qi emitted by the dust.
In a few moments, the two sides hung their lotteries.
This is definitely the most intense conflict in the dining hall.
Chef Fan Hai and second chef Liang Mancang clenched their fists, but they both endured it and didn't make a move.
"Damn, I'm just going to have a meal, so big?" Steward Yang finally appeared.
As a foundation building monk, he shouldn't have been so slow to react.
But he is used to waiting for things to ferment for a while before appearing, which is the style of the superiors.
Or, when his subordinates take advantage of it, he will clean up the mess.
It's just that he didn't expect that it would be his brothers who would suffer this time.
And what was even more annoying was that he saw that the new Feng Yan was also surrounded and beaten by many people.
"Damn, don't you stop?" Steward Yang jumped into the circle, and let out a strong breath, knocking more than ten people on both sides into the air.
Tang Jia's magic weapon dust was shaken out of his hand, and he couldn't retreat.
However, Dai Yan was not affected by the gangqi.
This Yang Guohan really protects Dai Yan everywhere.
"Steward Yang, what's going on here?" several figures swept into the hospital.
The aura of the people who came is stronger than the other, and they are definitely above the middle stage of foundation building!
Steward Yang, who had always been rude, also had to salute two of the middle-aged people.
Tong Beiming, who is in the second room, has cold eyes and a face as thin as a knife.
Huang Lianfeng, the general nursing home of the Tong family, is holding a steel whip, with a black beard and a leopard head and eyes.
These are the backbone of the Tong family.
"Khan, it's not like that, everyone is just a little conflicting about the concept of cooking. Yang Guohan said with a smile.
"This kind of conflict has repeatedly occurred in the dining hall, and Steward Yang has not learned a lesson?" Tong Beiming stared at him coldly.
"I absorbed it, they didn't, second master, you also know, the people below are not easy to manage, especially these rough people. Yang Guohan snorted haha.
"I question your ability to manage the dining hall, and I will solemnly report this matter to the head of the house. Tong Beiming glanced around at everyone again, turned around and flew away.
The time of the master is precious, so he is so vigorous.
Huang Lianfeng, the chief nursing home, snorted: "How many people does Steward Yang plan to hand over this time?"
"Well, the canteen really can't be short of staff, so it's better to punish only two people who provoked trouble, and you stand up yourself!" Steward Yang shouted.
The two who shot first before had blue noses and swollen faces, and walked out with a face of blood.
"We did it first, but we have something to say, that Feng Yan ......" one of them still wanted to defend.
Steward Yang stepped forward and slapped them twice, knocking them to the ground.
"Feng Yan's position is higher than yours, and he is the person I am optimistic about accepting as a disciple, you dare to provoke him! Hurt him!" Yang Guohan roared.
"What?disciple?"
The steward's words caused a far greater commotion than during the previous fight.
Everyone knows that the reason why Yang Guohan is reused by the family is because of the secret techniques he brought from the original sect.
Yang Guohan didn't even reveal a little bit of this secret technique related to food processing to the second chef.
But he actually planned to take in the apprentices?
And is it a newcomer, a cultivator ordinary, or a young man who came from the fifth room?
Dai Yan's expression was a little dull, and he looked like he was overwhelmed by the news.
However, the word "sure enough" came out of my heart.
This is a further gesture of goodwill.
Nothing to do, hehe.
"The head of the family was alarmed, and it was not enough to give only two people. At this time, Huang Lianfeng was slapping his hand with a steel whip.
"Then you see who is not pleasing to the eye, pick a few more and go, but the dining hall will definitely not be able to operate, remember to tell the internal affairs hall, you have to call people openly, and there are no talents in this compound, look for it from the affiliated family!" Steward Yang hehe, clasped his arms.
A total of seven people were taken away, two of whom were newly recruited, including Tang Jia.
Now there are less than ten descendants of Steward Yang.
But looking at the fat man's expression, he didn't seem to care much.
Maybe it's because of the most powerful assistants, Chef Fan and Second Chef Liang, are still there.
The miscellaneous servants below, catch it.
"Xiao Feng, the injury has worsened again, right? But you'd better hold on a little longer, and I'll apply for an elixir for you to treat your injuries later." Steward Yang stared at Dai Yan.
"Well, for full attendance. Dai Yan smiled reluctantly.
Steward Yang went out for a while, and really brought back a pill.
Dai Yan didn't think about it, and took it directly.
The True Qi flames quickly surrounded and refined the elixir.
"There are so many impurities in this elixir...... Dai Yan muttered in his heart.
The Tong family is not a charity hall, and it is impossible to give an ordinary domestic servant that kind of medicine of thousands of taels of silver.
Even if it is a few hundred taels of healing medicine, it has to be at the level of steward to be eligible to enjoy it, and it is estimated that it will be deducted from the contribution.
Steward Yang can be regarded as a bloody investment.
In fact, Dai Yan is not rare at all now, this kind of low-grade medicine is not rare at all, and he is willing to take it, mainly to win the trust of this fat man.
Sure enough, an obvious smile suddenly appeared on Fat Yang's face.
This smile is not fake.
Because it's a smug, calculated laugh.
"After taking the medicine, the injury should not be a big problem, you can now use the power to deal with these condiments, right?" Yang Fatzi immediately began to urge.
"The steward is really expert, and he knows that I will use my true qi to deal with condiments. Dai Yan looked like he had met Bole.
"Because I will too. Steward Yang narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice: "Remember, don't tell anyone else except me, including the second chef." ”