In the end, Elder Chen couldn't make a decision, so he could only reply: "It's a big matter, let me do it." ”

Master Zhou didn't care, and walked out side by side with Elder Chen.

Deacon Bai sent the two of them out of the mining area all the way and said goodbye, but suddenly remembered something, took out a folded envelope from his waist and handed it to Elder Chen, saying, "This is a letter that Elder Wu entrusted someone to bring to you. ”

"Elder Wu, which Elder Wu?" Elder Chen was confused, took the letter and looked at it, only to see two lines of dog@crawl-like small characters written on it, one line was written "Elder Chen personally enlightened", and the other line was signed "Wu Qingshui".

What is Wu Qingshui? Elder Chen frowned and pondered for a long time before finally turning out the name from the corner of his memory.

What is he looking for me to do?" Elder Chen wondered in his heart, and picked up the letter casually, planning to read it when he had time, and getting Master Zhou right was the top priority at the moment.

Finally sending off the two big men, the white deacon returned to the pot, and when he looked down, there was only warm broth left in the pot.

The white deacon was angry.

"Gollum!", the stomach said at the right time, that he was indeed full of gas inside.

I can't do any work in the afternoon! Deacon Bai rubbed his face vigorously, walked out of the mine, turned his head and saw the three fools lying on the ground, so he casually shouted over there: "I believe I will help you give it to Elder Chen!"

Qian Yang subconsciously sat up and looked around blankly, and when he figured out what was going on, the "thank you" in his mouth could no longer find a home.

Disappear off the face of the earth.

Qian Yang honestly dug the mine for half a month, and at the end of the month, he grabbed three rough stones from the second fool, which was barely enough for a hundred points, in exchange for eight medium-grade spirit stones, and also in exchange for free boiled meat next month.

Keep mining, keep eating meat.

The reply never came.

Every day when he gets up early, that moment of sobriety will make Qian Yang a little dazed, and he will occasionally let out a deep sigh of "It's not a way to always be like this!", but he couldn't do anything after all.

Elder Chen fiddled with the letter in his hand, his brows furrowed.

He accidentally saw an envelope when he was rummaging through things today, and only then did he remember that there was such a matter!

Unwrapping the envelope, the contents of the letter made Elder Chen a little entangled.

The letter was written by Wu Qingshui, the formation elder of the sect, to the effect that he had a good brother who grew up wearing a pair of pants, and the trouser brother had a stone master surnamed Ding, and this Ding master wanted to become the resident stone master of the Hongtoushan Mine, the kind without a household registration, and the only requirement was to ask for an antique from the Jindan period.

Elder Chen knew very well that any brother who wore a pair of pants was nonsense, and whoever asked for someone couldn't say what I had a neighbor who had a distant relative.

He vaguely remembered that when he was looking for someone to go through the back door, he seemed to say that a kid who didn't know what his surname was his own cousin and nephew, and that's it.

It's all a matter of face, and Wu Qingshui's face is not worth anything, and his pants brother is even less valuable.

However, Wu Qingshui is also an elder anyway, if the matter is easy to do, he will do it, and he will also settle down with a favor, if the matter is not easy to do, then say another thing.

It's not going to be easy today!

The stone master surnamed Ding! Dare to recommend himself to be a resident!

If these two conditions are placed in this way, Elder Chen will know who this Master Ding is.

Speaking of which, a long time ago, Elder Chen had the idea of hiring this Master Ding.

It was after the Stone Master Exchange Meeting that the Stone Master Association detained Master Meng, and at that time, Elder Chen intended to find the old man surnamed Ding to save the scene.

But the old Ding Tou was very seriously injured at that time, and it was very troublesome to heal it. It just so happened that Master Zhou of the Hidden Sword Mine offered to go to Hongtou Mountain to help, and Elder Chen also put this thought to rest.

But when Wu Qingshui mentioned this matter today, Elder Chen was really a little moved.

To be honest, Elder Chen was not satisfied with the current situation of the Hongtou Mountain Mine, or rather with Master Zhou.

Only once a month, six mining areas go around, a total of three or four hundred stones can be picked out, and how much money can be solved after all of them are solved? It can be said that the income of the Hongtoushan Mine is completely dragged down by the ring of stone tasters.

Of course, this matter is not to blame Master Zhou, but only to blame the stumbling block of the Stone Master Association, and only to blame the uneasy kindness of the master and apprentice of the Duobao Sect.

But that Master Zhou didn't play a good role either!

Is it kind to offer to help?

Maybe.

But based on Elder Chen's understanding of him, Master Zhou came for the 20,000 yuan carriage fee!

Is 20,000 yuan less? That's a huge amount of money that an ordinary monk can't earn in three or five years. Even for the resident stone master with an annual salary of one million, 20,000 yuan a day is a sky-high price, once a month, 240,000 yuan a year, what about two visits? Three times? This salary will be doubled.

Not to mention, people really offer to come several times a month, and the reason is also very good, study stones!

He earned the money away, and the red mountain mine fell into the pit. There are piles of stones all over the mountains and fields that can't be unraveled, how much money is that pressed?

That is to say, the Hidden Sword Sect has a great cause, and they don't expect Hongtou Mountain Mine to eat, otherwise where would there be such a good thing.

But knowing that this is the case, Elder Chen really didn't dare to refute Master Zhou's face, people really had to let people earn money if they wanted to.

The resident stone master can't afford to offend!

To say that the identity is still a wonderful thing, the stone master is nothing, no matter how high the skill is, people like Elder Chen are too lazy to take a look.

But if you add the word "resident" in front of it, it is completely different, these two words represent not technology, but identity, status, and behind the status is power!

What power? The power to decide where huge sums of money belong.

In a mine, which stone should be sold and which stone should be solved is decided by the resident stone taster. To put it to the extreme, whether a mine makes money or loses money is decided by the resident stone taster.

No mine dares to be a little sloppy about the station, but mortals are not happy at all, and doing anything may bring huge losses to the mine, and you can't find the slightest fault.

It's not that he is highly skilled, it's not that he has a lot of work, it's just that you don't dare to let a person with huge power worry about spirit stones all day long.

Master Zhou wants to earn money for carriages and horses, does Elder Chen dare to refuse? If you don't let your family earn this kind of money on the surface, people will dare to earn it in secret.

It is not too easy for a resident stone taster to make some money in secret, but in that case, the loss to the mine will not be stopped by the little car and horse fee.

This is where Elder Chen's entanglement lies.

He knew that Lao Dingtou's stone level should be the top batch of stone masters, as long as Lao Dingtou was hired, the Hongtoushan Mine could be fully operational, except for the gambling stone that could not be sold, all other stones could be unraveled

, which means a lot of cash.

But Elder Chen didn't want to offend Master Zhou, and he didn't dare to offend.

So what to do?

Elder Chen sighed. Judging from his many years of experience, the best way to deal with something that is difficult to decide is to maintain the status quo.

Do more and make more mistakes, the mine is not mine!

Of course, this kind of thing still has to be reported to the sect, but there is a lot of room for discretion in wording.

Elder Chen finally made up his mind, stacked the letter paper in his hand and the envelope on the table together, and forcefully formed a ball, a cluster of flames ignited, and Elder Wu's face was also destroyed.

Day after day, Qian Yang and the others' beards turned white, and they still couldn't wait for news.

Qian Yang asked Deacon Bai once, but Deacon Bai also said that the letter must have been delivered, but the elder did not reply, and he couldn't ask.

Qian Yang was a little anxious, his brain couldn't sleep steadily, and what was even more hateful was that Wu Shui's second fool said in his ear every day that he had already divined, and this thing would definitely come true.

It's better not to mention divination, as soon as it is said that divination can be successful, Qian Yang's heart is even more bottomless.

There is fire in the heart, bitterness in the mouth, and it is not fragrant to eat meat.

However, there are still benefits to anxiety, mining is more powerful, and the harvest is a lot more than last month, at least the work is definitely not to worry.

At noon that day, the white deacon did not come to eat meat.

Qian Yang vaguely remembered that the last time Deacon Bai didn't eat meat was to send him a letter, so what about this time?

Scooping the last two pieces of meat in the pot into his bowl, Qian Yang burped and muttered in his heart: Did you eat too much today?

Leaning on the pyre, Qian Yang listened to the chatting of the workers next to him while eating meat.

This time I really listened, not watched.

If his heart is not quiet, the switch of his ears will not work, and all kinds of noises will frantically pour into his head, making people even more irritable.

The two ugly uncles over there were talking about the affair of a beautiful female shopkeeper in Yifang City.

On the other side, there were three uglier uncles who were saying that a certain big man in Yifang City had found two Taoist companions at the same time.

It was Qi Cripple, who was in charge of cooking on weekdays, and said something serious to the person next to him with his eyebrows.

Qian Yang probably listened to it, as if to say that Duobaozong and Wuxingmen fought a big battle in Zhongzhou, and Wuxingmen, in the case of dominance, was overturned by Duobaozong in the final decisive battle. Not only did they lose their newly grabbed territory, but they also suffered heavy losses in personnel, and now they have retreated to the mountain gate, and they don't know how long it will take to recover.

Qi Cripple is talking about major events in the world, and he looks much more high-end than those who study beautiful female shopkeepers, but Qian Yang feels that he is no different from others.

No matter how beautiful the female shopkeeper is, it is not yours, and others who marry eight Taoist couples will not lend you half of it, and the heads of Duobaozong and Wuxingmen people have nothing to do with you.

In the end, it's just gossip, and it's boring.

After a while, the white deacon came back in a hurry, and ran to the pot of broth in a hurry, and then looked at the iron pot without a bit of meat stars with a blue face, and said nothing.

Qian Yang was an eyeless person, and when he saw that Deacon Bai was back, he hurriedly stuffed the last large piece of meat in the bowl into his mouth, ran closer, and asked inarticulately, "Did Elder Chen reply?"

Deacon Bai looked at Qian Yang's big mouth that was chewing hard, and smiled coldly: "There will be no reply, and there will be no one in the future!"

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