There is no greater mourning than death.

Fang Daqi calmed down instead, and said solemnly: "It's pointless to discuss winning or losing now, but at least, we have to fight for a chance to go to the wall." ”

Fang Daqi looked at the white-clothed old man on his right and asked, "Elder Zheng, can the four processes you are testing succeed before the end of the year?"

Elder Zheng's face turned red, and he said without confidence: "My subordinates will definitely do their best!"

Fang Daqi resisted the urge to burst into foul language, and looked at the middle-aged freckled man on the left: "Deacon Ma, what about the material improvement, I remember that at the beginning of the year, you reported twelve kinds of materials?"

Deacon Ma looked puzzled: "Elder, you also know that the improvement of every material is not an overnight thing......

Fang Daqi's face was pale, and he listened to Deacon Ma talking endlessly, but he didn't hear a word.

His gloomy gaze swept over everyone, but he saw that the directors of various projects lowered their heads one after another, and no one dared to look at him.

Fang Daqi was extremely disappointed, and looked at Fan Daozhen outside the spirit object, and said solemnly: "Elder Fan, you have a lot of dealings with the Governor's Mansion, and you still have to urge that batch of golden silk charcoal." ”

After speaking, Fang Daqi's face was hot.

But if he had the slightest way, he would never throw the pot to the governor's palace.

Ten consecutive crowns, it's scary to think about.

He can't afford to lose this person, the branch of the Nine Winds Province can't afford to lose this person, and his mentor can't afford to lose it!

Fan Daozhen coughed and cleared his throat, and said slowly: "Elder, my subordinates still stick to the proposal made last time, you can ask some people who are good at this to help us, maybe there is still a chance to reverse." ”

Opposite Master Fan, Elder Zheng couldn't help but sneer, "Brother Dao Zhen, you won't recommend Ye Changsheng again, that kid who has a broken leg but doesn't even have hair, right?"

These words were ugly, Fan Daozhen frowned, and there was anger in his heart.

He looked at Elder Zheng and said coldly, "Ye Changsheng is indeed a genius, and the old man even thinks that the guild should absorb him!"

Elder Zheng was disdainful: "What Mo Chou Sword, what kind of genius boy, it's just a genius touted by the magnates, is there still a few such people in the principality? This kind of so-called genius is just to come to the guild to take a walk around and get the capital to brag about in the future!"

The other elder nodded in agreement and teased, "According to Elder Fan, then we should invite the lame man from Liao Ji as well." ”

The participants couldn't help but laugh and lowered their heads one after another, for fear of laughing out loud on the spot.

Liao Ji of Nine Winds City is famous, and the kitchen knives made by their family are very popular with the chefs of the restaurant, and even the cooks from the next province come to buy them.

It's amazing to invite a paralyzed man who forges a sword, and then a lame man who fights a kitchen knife.

Fan Daozhen didn't laugh, because it wasn't funny at all.

What he is fighting for is not personal interests, but he really can't get used to the atmosphere of the guild.

Arrogant, shameless!

President Fang Daqi was silent, and he was also dissatisfied with Fan Daozhen's proposal in his heart.

The refiners of the Alchemist Guild are elites at the top of the pyramid, and even the apprentices they recruit are all genius-level figures.

Even the problems that they can't solve, can the folk gang of mud legs solve?

In the same way, he was extremely disgusted by the opportunists who wanted to use the Alchemist's Guild to gain prestige.

If it weren't for Fan Daozhen's always uprightness, Fang Daqi would have thought that he recommended that young man with an ulterior motive.

When the atmosphere was dull, an official walked into the hall after giving a confession, with a strange expression, and handed a bag to Fang Daqi.

"What is this?" Fang Daqi was surprised.

"Tips. ”

"Nonsense, I ask what is this?!" Fang Daqi said angrily.

The official hurriedly said, "Elder, this is a bag sent by the Governor's Palace, saying that what we want is in it." ”

"!" Fang Daqi's face darkened, and he couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

What is this, a trick?

Do you think you, Peng Zifang, are the ancient Zhuge sage?

The participants also showed their absurdity, and their hearts were a little heavy.

The Governor is not stupid, and he doesn't want to carry the black cauldron, so he plays with the Alchemist Guild.

Fang Daqi sat down and threw the bag on the table angrily.

After thinking about it for a while, he still reached for the bag, opened it, and took out the folded note inside.

Ye Changsheng?

Fang Daqi looked at the three big characters of the dragon flying and phoenix dance, and his face was dazed.

Ye Changsheng, the name is a little familiar.

By the way, isn't it the sword-forging genius that Fan Daozhen recommended before?

Fan Daozhen recommended him, and Peng Zifang also recommended him, could it be that this Ye Changsheng could really help them?

Fang Daqi quietly put away the note and looked at Elder Zheng who was in charge of refining general affairs: "Elder Zheng, I'll give you another half a month, if you can't do it, I'll change people!"

Elder Zheng looked bitter and nodded hurriedly.

"Adjournment!"

Fang Daqi glanced at Fan Daozhen, who was about to leave, and suddenly said, "Elder Fan, you stay for a while." ”

......

Nancheng, Caishikou Street.

In a secluded alley, there is a humble blacksmith shop.

Beside the blazing fire, a shirtless teenager wields a sledgehammer and repeatedly hammers a kitchen knife on an anvil.

An old man with Chinese hair was on crutches and holding a dry tobacco stick, squinting to observe the young man's movements.

Blowing out a puff of smoke, the old man coughed a few times and shouted: "Wrong, wrong again, thirty-eighth, you must halve your strength, three times in a row, and then use all your strength!"

The young man looked ashamed, changed a kitchen knife, picked up the sledgehammer again, and started from the beginning.

The old man touched his crippled leg and shook his head regretfully.

If his leg was okay and he showed it himself, the kid wouldn't have been groping for so long.

It's a pity!

"Uncle Liao!"

At some point, a man in black stood at the door, his eyes were red, and he shouted in a trembling voice.

The old man with Huafa trembled, turned around, and looked at the person in disbelief.

Walking forward two steps with a cane, Liao Changhai was pleasantly surprised: "To the west, it's you, you, how did you find here?!"

Ye Xiangxi's eyes flashed with tears: "The master has known that you are here for a long time, but he just sees that you are good, so he has not bothered you." ”

Childe knows I'm here?

Liao Changhai was stunned, and suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help but be shocked.

Six years ago, Liao Changhai went to Nine Winds City and married a young widow who sold tofu.

Unexpectedly, the widow suddenly fell seriously ill and spent all his savings.

Just when Liao Changhai was desperate, suddenly a wealthy businessman came to the door and was willing to help his wife treat her illness on the condition that they jointly open a blacksmith shop.

It was important to save people, Liao Changhai agreed without thinking about it.

When the shop was opened, the rich merchant went to a foreign place to do business, and never returned.

Over the years, Liao Changhai has always been puzzled, but now, he finally knows the answer.

That mysterious rich merchant is a person sent by Childe!

Liao Changhai burst into tears and couldn't cry: "Childe, Childe is still thinking about me, a wasted person!"

Eighteen years ago, the infinite scenery of Nanfeng collapsed.

Liao Changhai, as one of the famous "Nanfeng Eight Sledgehammers", was also implicated and broke a leg.

In order not to drag down his son, he quietly ran away, and since then he has wandered the world, and finally settled in Nine Winds City and lived in seclusion.

Eighteen years have passed, and every time Liao Changhai thinks of the changes of the year, he will have a heartache and can't help himself.

Liao Changhai wiped away a handful of tears and asked with concern: "Childe, is Childe okay?"

Ye Xiangxi lowered his head with tears in his eyes and said softly: "The master passed away three years ago. ”

What the?!

Liao Changhai was stunned, and then the world swirled, and his eyes turned black.

The crutches fell to the ground, and he fell to his knees with a pop, clenched his fists, slammed the ground, and began to cry.

"Daddy, Daddy!"

The young man who struck the iron put down the hammer and hurriedly ran forward, supporting his stepfather while looking at Ye Xiangxi vigilantly.

Ye Xiangxi wiped a handful of tears, knelt in front of Liao Changhai, and supported Liao Changhai, who was almost collapsed.

"Uncle Liao mourns, the old man is gone, but the little boy is still there. This time, it's the little boy who asked me to come to you!"

"Little boy?!" Liao Changhai raised his head suddenly, and then kowtowed again and cried.

God bless the son, Nanfeng is in the same vein, and it has not been broken!