: Secret Plot

After solving the bronze statue, Jiang Ce had a rare opportunity to take a day off.

I thought my salary would be affected, but I didn't expect Chen Mian to mysteriously tell him that this time it was a paid leave, and Jiang Ce instantly understood the meaning.

Paid leave is a treatment that only formal employees can receive.

"Uncle Chen, are you in such a hurry to retire?" Jiang Ce was a little surprised.

Chen Mian seems to be very excited about the days after retirement: "It's nothing wrong with growing flowers and raising birds every day, and being free and leisurely, but I'm not in a hurry to retreat. When the personnel department handles your file today, you will first implement the matter of your regularization. I'll take you for a while and I will retire after confirming that there is no problem."

Jiang Ce immediately felt relieved after learning about this. He also understood Chen Mian's implicit voice. Just confirming the successor will definitely not be relieved easily. Chen Mian at least has to hand over the effort he has been working hard to the successor in order to retire smoothly.

In this way, after a while, Jiang Ce will be able to come into contact with some methods of psychic and evil-suppressing.

The only thing that made Jiang Ce feel a little strange is that using Buddhist practice to learn Taoist magic and moves always feels a bit contrary to the ancestors.

Not only evil cultivators, but also tend to develop towards stitching monsters.

However, as the saying goes, it is not a bad thing to learn more craftsmanship if there are too many prostitutes, so Jiang Ce is not in conflict with them.

"Hmph, you know nothing!"

Two hours later, in the courtyard of a mountain villa.

Fang Yihang was dissatisfied and retorted: "Who knew that he was so lucky. He not only cleared his grievances in a confused manner, but also won the appreciation of Chen Mian. If you want me to say uncle, you should tell Chen Mian early, I am your nephew, and there is no need to cause such trouble."

The short and thin old man was silent for a moment: "You can deceive my brother, your sister, and your nephew, but you can't deceive me. Last time I was surprised that I asked me to deal with a young man. To be honest, what are you doing? If you don't tell me honestly, I will stop hiding my burden."

"Uncle, are you really asking Chen Mian to let Jiang Ce be the successor?"

"What should I do?" Although I still didn't understand, Fang Yihang was still convinced.

At this time, Zhang Yuan also looked upset. When Fang Yihang came to complain, he was even more impatient: "Do you still have the face to come to me? I can't pass the civil servant exam, and I didn't make any noise when I found a job. Your mother still thinks you have nothing to do with it. It's because there is something wrong with the state organs and public institutions.

On the contrary, he wanted to see what expressions they would have if he met his master one day, or if he met the monk who left the Great Samadhi, and saw himself who had sewed monsters.

I am a deputy director, I’m just a big deal. Do you really think that I can still get in casually in this era?

The short and thin old man gently stroked his beard and frowned slightly, as if he was puzzled.

But some were happy and some were sad. Jiang Ce happily took the bronze statue home, but Fang Yihang was depressed with the two big bags on his head.

"What? Not done? It shouldn't be. The trick I used was enough for that kid to be unlucky for a year. How many days have they been?"

The short and thin old man had white hair, but his skin was delicate, his face was rosy, and there were no wrinkles on his face. He was obviously called Uncle Second, but he looked much younger than Zhang Yuan, who was in his fifties.

Zhang Yuan smiled suddenly, picked up the teacup in front of him and drank the tea in one breath, then shook his head:

"I have never hidden bad things since I was a child, Second Uncle, so I will tell the truth. I just said that Chen Mian, although he is not as good as Second Uncle, he still has something. As an ordinary person, he has been safe for 30 years with the things left by his predecessors. His status is so high that some elderly people are even superior to the director. If Fang Yihang is his successor, he can become my great help. The director is about to retire, which is a rare opportunity for me."

How many times have I told you that when I became Chen Mian's successor, everyone else in the funeral home will look up to you. Why? He has the ability, ability and credit. If you learn something, you will work hard, I will slowly promote you without a trace. When I retire, will my position be yours? No matter how hard he works, it is not impossible for the director to do it.

He found a chance without anyone and came to the office of the deputy director of the funeral home alone.

If I told others that you were my nephew, you thought your path would be easier? That was the past! Now, if you have the ability, it would be fine, but in this way, in order to avoid suspicion, I have to give other people the opportunity that should belong to you, otherwise I will leave a handle for others. Why don’t you understand these things?"

Zhang Yuan rubbed his temples with a headache: "Get home and stay. Don't come to work these days. Find a reason to ask for leave. I will wipe your butt."

"What should I do? What can I do? You are my nephew. If I don't help you, your mother will have to kill me!"

In the pavilion, Zhang Yuan poured a cup of tea for a short and thin old man opposite him.

"Uncle Second, the last time I didn't get what I did."

I'll stop talking about this. I finally put it under Chen Mian's hands and asked you to compete with someone who has no background, no education, no qualifications, and no qualifications. It's almost like chewing the rice and feeding it into your mouth. If you can't compete, what else can I do?"

Hearing this sentence, Fang Yihang was overjoyed and thanked Zhang Yuan and left the office.

Zhang Yuan leaned on the boss's chair and sighed: "What kind of evil am I doing?"

Zhang Yuan smiled bitterly and told the story of Fang Yihang's position being robbed. After saying that, he said from the bottom of his heart: "Second uncle, you know that my sister's temper is like protecting his son. He is still stingy after all. If I can't handle it, I can at least tie it up with me for several years. The key is that my father hasn't been there for several years. If he saw the family making such a fuss before he died, what would you say?"

The deputy director is Zhang Yuan, and he never has much contact with Fang Yihang, so few people in the funeral home know that he is actually Fang Yihang's uncle.

Zhang Yuan sneered:

"Chen Mian's qualifications are older than me. If it weren't for his self-righteousness and dislike studying human nature, would you think the deputy director still have my share? Even when I saw him, I would have to call him Big Brother. Did you call Chen Mian one by one?

After hesitating for a moment, he took out his cell phone and called.

"Will you be together after saying this earlier?" The short and thin old man laughed and said, "Since you have been a child, when will the second uncle not help you when you encounter something? Even I have to be careful? I won't be the case!"

Zhang Yuan felt relieved: "I was narrow-minded and almost destroyed the relationship between our uncle and nephew, and there will be no next time."

"However, I'm very interested in what Chen Mian you said. Let me do this. I will make that kid useless. But after the matter is done, you have to ask Fang Yihang to repeat what Chen Mian taught him to me. I'm very curious about what it can give an ordinary person the means to protect the funeral home for thirty years."

The short and thin old man smiled meaningfully:

"The funeral home and charity house, a place where people are left dead, has nothing to do with the word "peace" since ancient times."
Chapter completed!