Chapter Seventy-One: Quick, Who's going to Open a Market?
After hearing Chen Yuan's reason for choosing himself, Senior Brother Fan was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
Senior Brother Fan was overjoyed, and patted Chen Yuan's shoulder again and again, looking like the joke you told was very good and successfully amused me.
Chen Yuan was a little confused, obviously he was just telling the truth, and after the words came out, he was worried that he would hurt Senior Brother Fan's heart, but what was the situation with his happy and relieved reaction?
It took a long time for Senior Brother Fan to suppress his laughter, and looked at Chen Yuan sincerely: "I understand your intentions, Senior Brother, you obviously knew my predicament, and you came to support me, but you didn't want to feel embarrassed after I knew it, so you said this, right." I know everything, brother. ”
Chen Yuan looked at Senior Brother Fan with a confused expression, okay, whatever you think, you can be happy.
"Actually, I wouldn't have fallen to such a point," Senior Brother Fan sighed and said, "As far as I know, there are as many as seven or eight of our Desolate Branch disciples who chose the first subject of refining, but in the end, only two of them came to me to sign up, do you know why?"
Although Chen Yuan knew the reason, he still blinked his eyes and asked cooperatively, "Why?"
Senior Brother Fan said resentfully: "It's not the old guys in the faction who suppress the newcomers, they must have intercepted the disciples with better talents in advance. ”
After that, he looked at Chen Yuan strangely and asked, "Why, hasn't anyone looked for you?"
"No," Chen Yuan replied suspiciously, and then continued, "The disciple has been out for a few days, and he only returned to the mountain gate today. ”
Senior Brother Fan slapped his thigh and said happily: "Look, I'll just say, if you are here, you will definitely be snatched away by them." ”
Chen Yuan couldn't help but roll his eyes, and said secretly in his heart: Senior Brother Fan, are you suffering from paranoia of being killed? It is true that there are disciples who did not choose you, but the reason is not at all as you said.
From Zhou Zhihao, Chen Yuan learned that among the seven or eight people who chose the first subject of refining, there were a few junior disciples who thought that their talents were good and should be accepted, so they took the initiative to join other teachings.
And the rest had nowhere to go, so they had no choice but to stay.
Could it be that Senior Brother Fan, you really don't know at all what a bad first impression you left on the disciples of the Wild Branch?
As for Chen Yuan, he was also selected by Senior Brother Fan with full confidence in his body and sword escape.
Now that he has opened his mouth, there is a good person to confide in in front of him, Senior Brother Fan poured out the grievances accumulated in his heart: "Senior Brother Chen, don't you know that life is really difficult for a new teacher like me. ”
"The monthly case is less and the treatment is poor, and it can't compare to those elder pavilion masters who are also teaching, but even half of the monthly income of the old teachers is higher than me. ”
"The teaching experience that I can't write every day is always changing. I remember at a regular meeting, the head of the family criticized me by name and said, "Xiao Fan, what's the matter with you, the syllabus hasn't been updated and changed for two months, you have to keep pace with the times." ”
But when he turned his head, the head of the sect praised an old elder whose lecture content had not changed for one hundred and fifty years, saying that he carried forward the fine traditions of our Ying Tianzong. ”
"Recently, the school year has come to an end, and we have to evaluate the excellence again. I think I've been quite diligent this year, and I've put a lot of effort into writing a teaching summary to see if I have a chance to evaluate it as excellent. ”
"But as a result, until now, my summary is still at the foot of the Dharma Elder's table. And the final candidate for evaluation is either the elder or the pavilion master. The most hateful thing is that the Best Teaching Award was awarded to an elder who was injured due to the impact of the distraction period and was absent from school for most of the year!"
Chen Yuan nodded and agreed: "Yes, it's too dark in the sect. Why don't I, senior brother, introduce you to another job?"
Hearing Chen Yuan's words, Senior Brother Fan was stunned: "Well, this is still unnecessary." After all, I still have feelings for the sect. ”
Chen Yuan pursed his lips, thinking to himself that I guessed that you would answer like this, senior brother. It's like people in the system complaining all day long that they are busy with work and poor welfare, but they really want him to go out, but they can't bear it......
Just when Senior Brother Fan was complaining that the old guys were always suppressing the newcomers, the old guys in the sect were gathering together and sitting upright.
The head of the sect, Ling Daozun, was at the first seat, cleared his throat and spoke: "Elder Pavilion Masters, you must have guessed the purpose of my gathering today. ”
The hall was silent, and the elders looked at each other, thinking that I am not a roundworm in your stomach, who knows what you want to say about this meeting for some reason.
Before anyone could speak, Ling Daozun was bored, and secretly hated the group of papayas present, but there was no one who was intimate.
But at this time, the Wen Pavilion Master of the Hidden Star Pavilion suddenly stood up.
In Ling Daozun's expectant gaze, the Wen Pavilion Lord asked with a big grin: "Seeing that the school year is about to end, do you have a troubled conscience and want to give us a moon increase?"
Your mother's conscience is uneasy, Ling Daozun scolded in his heart. Then he pretended to be surprised and asked: "Didn't you say a few days ago, everyone has worked hard this year, so the monthly income will rise by 20% in the future." ”
"Why don't I know?" Wen Xian, the head of the Wen Pavilion, asked with a mixture of anger and anger.
After a pause, as if remembering something, Ling Daozun continued: "Oh, maybe it's because you are ranked last in the performance appraisal and you don't have your share in this benefit, so I didn't notify you." ”
When Wen Xiannian heard this, a mouthful of old blood suddenly spurted out, and he fainted in front of him.
Ling Daozun glanced at the Pavilion Master with disgust, and let him lie on the floor in a large shape.
"Okay, let's get down to business" Looking at the group of old guys who were gloating and watching the excitement and not thinking it was a big deal, Ling Daozun lost the mind to continue to hang people's appetites, and reminded, "This school year is almost over, it's time to hold a year-end competition." ”
"Dabi?" Elder Sun of the Dharma Transmission Hall asked suspiciously, "But didn't you just have a trial not long ago?"
"Ahem," Ling Daozun's old face flushed when he mentioned the trial, after all, it was his opinion, but he didn't expect that something went wrong in the end, "It's not due to Yun Mengze's mutation, the trial ended too quickly, and it didn't have much effect on the disciples, so I decided to restore the previous year-end comparison." ”
Ling Daozun continued: "The specific situation, I imagined it like this......"
It's a pity that he was interrupted before he finished speaking, as if the words "year-end big competition" were stimulated, and the Wen Pavilion Lord suddenly sobered up, and quickly got up and shouted: "Do you want a big competition, is it time to open?"
A group of old guys with white beards didn't care to listen to Ling Daozun's speech, and shouted in a hurry: "Quick, who will open a plate, I bet on Chen Yuan to be the champion, a thousand spirit stones." ”
"I also bet Chen Yuan eight hundred. ”
"Cut, you guys are too stingy, the old man bet on Chen Yuan to win, five thousand. ”
Ling Daozun looked at this group of gamblers with red eyes, and felt that the future of Ying Tianzong was dark......