Li Chunfeng sat in the lobby on the first floor of the villa, looking blankly at the employee manual in his hand. Rather than saying it was a manual, it was actually a piece of printing paper.

Looking up is the "Handbook of the Technical Department's Return of the Dead".

Thirty precautions are listed above, but they are all outrageous. For example, the first one: Xiahou Aotian is the leader of the technical department and the only leader.

For example, the second article: Please remember that Xiahou Aotian is the wisest bachelor of all ages and today, please pay high respects to him - respectfully greet him when meeting!!

For example, Article 6: In the Technical Department, please remember that everything Xiahou Aotian said is correct. If you have any objections, you must be wrong.

Or Article 19: Xiahou Aotian cares about his subordinates very much, and he will hold lectures every Saturday to teach the mystery of the bachelor's profession and profound knowledge. So every Saturday in the future, he will call him: Principal!!

This is a matter of what it means. Is this new technical minister going to worship personality?

It is more of a brainwashing regulation than an employee manual.

I came to work, not to sell myself... Li Chunfeng almost suspected that he had entered a pyramid scheme den.

"Looking at your expression, I seem to be not satisfied with the rules and regulations of our technical department." Xiahou Aotian sat upright with a low voice.

Now he is a leader, leading the most important department of the gang. In the future, the boss must have the majesty and temperament of the boss.

Li Chunfeng thought to himself that this is all messy, I must be unsatisfied with it, I quit doing this job anymore.

Just as I was about to reject this office, my phone "ding".

He picked up his phone and saw that it was a message sent by Yuanshi Tianzun, and the content was:

"This guy is not very smart. Just don't pay attention to him in the future. Do it well. Elder Fu said he would give me a car and a driver."

Li Chunfeng stared at the text message and looked at it carefully for a few seconds. He silently showed the text message on his mobile phone to Xiahou Aotian and said:

"I sent me the first thing I said to the second article of the employee manual. According to the second part of the employee manual, I must maintain the highest respect for the leader Xiahou. I am the first to disagree with the leader Yuanshi Tianzun slandering the leader."

Xiahou Aotian stood up in awe, stood up, and stretched out his hand: "Good comrade."

Li Chunfeng: "Good leader!"

Xiahou Aotian happily led Li Chunfeng to visit the workplace. All walls were removed from the hall on the first floor, only load-bearing columns were retained, and cooling pools, laboratories, CNC machine tools, 3D printers and other equipment were added.

These are the most basic equipment.

These are not needed to create props, but making institutional weapons and modern industrial equipment are definitely powerful tools.

The second floor is a tool room with the most complete tools and if the materials are enough, you can even build a sports car here.

But Li Chunfeng was not interested in these things. No matter how good the equipment was, it was just a product of modern industrial.

"Leader, Elder Fu asked me to make weapons in the agency, but after this round, the factory was full of ordinary things." Li Chunfeng frowned, "Where is the melting furnace? I didn't see the most critical melting furnace."

Whether it is refining weapons or making machine weapons, they are inseparable from the two most core things.

One is the drawings, the other is the furnace.

I don’t have to worry about the drawings, but he didn’t see the furnace. This is the “factory building”, but there is no furnace.

"Just wait for your words." Xiahou Aotian learned from Yuanshi Tianzun and snapped his fingers: "Come with me!"

He led Li Chunfeng back to the first floor, stopped in the octagonal groove beside the cooling pool, and took out a half-person-high bronze furnace in front of the bachelor.

The furnace body is carved with an evil beast that looks like a sheep's head.

"Look at the attributes!" Xiahou Aotian raised his chin proudly.

He looked forward to the junior bachelor's excitement after reading the furnace attributes, and then he was more impressed by his leader.

Li Chunfeng stretched out his hand curiously and pressed against the furnace body. A few seconds later, he showed an unexpected look, "Good thing!"

"Good thing?" Xiahou Aotian showed an unexpected look and stared at Li Chunfeng and looked at him, "That's it?"

Dominant level, this is a dominant level prop.

Don't you give it a kneel, are you worthy of its person?

Otherwise? Li Chunfeng thought for a while and said, "Oh, speaking of it, the attributes of this stove are very similar to a rule-like prop I have seen, and that prop is called 'Hundred Refining Furnace'."

After saying that, he saw Xiahou Aotian suddenly covering his chest, holding his other hand on the top of the stove, his handsome face twitching violently, and he looked like he had a heart attack.

"What's wrong with the leader?" Li Chunfeng was shocked.

Xiahou Aotian gritted his teeth: "It's okay, it's just a sudden angina pectoris."

The next day, in the morning.

Fu Qingyang summoned his confidant subordinate to the study and said straight to the point:

"I have sent an email to the headquarters and the Jianghuai branch, saying that you have lost the Yin-Yang Roulette. You can prepare it. It won't take long. The headquarters should send someone to inquire about the situation."

Zhang Yuanqing was shocked and pondered: "What is the attitude of my boss?"

Fu Qingyang looked at him and sneered: "Let you be gentle, kind, respectful, frugal, obedient, and dismantle your backbone. Let you think twice before you act when you are at the headquarters. Can you do it?"

Zhang Yuanqing was suddenly a little embarrassed.

Fu Qingyang snorted coldly: "You can just do whatever you want."

Boss, your tone is like a parents who are so angry. Zhang Yuanqing said "Oh" and then sat in the reception area, enjoying the black truffle cake, ham slices, ice cream and other snacks on the glass coffee table.

These things are standard in the reception area. Even if there are no customers, even if the Qiang Master doesn't eat them, the rabbit girl will update them every day.

Mr. Qian is not afraid of waste, Mr. Qian needs a sign.

About two hours later, the door of the study was kicked open with a "bang" and a middle-aged and elderly man with gray hair broke in.

The middle-aged and elderly man was wearing a black formal suit, with a national face and beard, with a slightly drooping corner of his mouth, a deep Sichuan character on the center of his eyebrows and crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, and a tough and serious temperament.

It's like a meticulous and selfless police detective in the comics.

It is the elder of the JAC branch, the "detective" of the Lingjing ID, and the former captain of the JAC Public Security Bureau.

Behind the detective elder is a middle-aged man wearing formal clothes and gold-framed glasses and a gentle temperament.

——The secretary of the Great Elder Di Hong, the headquarters.

"Fu Qingyang, what are you doing?" The old detective strode, ignored Zhang Yuanqing, stared at Fu Qingyang behind the desk, and shouted: "Where is my Yin-Yang Roulette!"

Fu Qingyang sat upright, his face still changing his expression:

"Police Detective Elder, I heard that you were strong and fair when you were young. After being an elder for so many years, you should change your mind. Just a prop in the saint stage, what is it."

This statement obviously had a counterproductive effect. The detective elder's forehead bulged and he stared at him viciously, "It's just a prop for the saint stage? OK, you, Fu Qingyang, have props. If you don't hand over the Yin-Yang turntable today, you will pay for an equal quality prop, otherwise you won't think about it."

The Yin-Yang Turntable is the best prop in the Saint stage and is the magic weapon of the Jianghuai branch.

It is no exaggeration to say that enemies below the dominance level can basically be dealt with as long as they bring this prop, and they can be called a strategic tool.

At the dominant level, facing enemies at level 7, the Yin-Yang Turntable can also play a good role in weakening.

Such an important prop, I want to get lost in the copy with just a word "lost in the copy"?

Fu Qingyang said silently, but just glanced at Zhang Yuanqing. The latter understood it, swallowed the cake, stood up and said:

"What does this have to do with Elder Fu? I lost the things, and I will compensate me."

The detective elder stared at him with sharp eyes and said coldly:

"Since you are willing to take responsibility, it's best, but I know you have a lot of good things, and there are two things that can be compensated for by the JAC branch, one is the offering of the Heavens, and the other is the redemption ticket of the Wanjie Commercial Bank. You can choose one to compensate."

Are you thinking about eating nonsense? You have such a big appetite, aren’t you afraid of slapping you to death? Zhang Yuanqing sneered in his heart.

Needless to say, the ticket exchange for the Tiantian Trading Company is a top consumable that can make the Demigod 1v3, and in the eyes of Demigods, they are treasures like life-saving cards.

"Okay, I'll pay!" Zhang Yuan said loudly early in the morning:

"According to the agreement signed at the time, I will refund all the rewards from the JAC branch, namely 50 million cash, a prop of ordinary quality in the Saint stage, and a B-level merit.

"But since I became famous, I have been extravagant and happy, and I have been fond of prostitution and gambling. I have already lost all of them. I cannot repay the 50 million yuan in cash. The headquarters can put me on the credit blacklist. When I save enough money, I will definitely pay it back."

Fu Qingyang put a string of necklaces on the desk and continued, "I will give him the props, and the A-level B-level meritorious headquarters will be detained. The police detective elder, please take the props and leave."

The detective elder waved his hand suddenly and cut off the coffee table in front of Zhang Yuanqing, furious: "Fu Qingyang, you dare to fool me!"

Fu Qingyang said in a tit-for-tat way: "You can't beat me."

The auras between the two collide with each other, and strands of terrible sword energy shot everywhere like bullets, leaving slender sword holes on the ceiling, carpet, and furniture.

Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly took out his phone and turned on the camera function, shouting:

"Okay, OK, the elders of the Jianghuai branch actually committed an offense in Songhai. They were unable to tell the truth and broke the law. I have recorded it all. I want to go to my cousin to sue you."

"Your cousin?" The detective elder became more and more angry.

"My cousin is a marshal." Zhang Yuanqing shouted at the top of his throat.

The sword energy that was facing each other suddenly weakened.

Secretary Li, who was watching the battle, coughed heavily and finally spoke:

"Both are official elders, don't do it too ugly. I will mediate this on behalf of the Great Elder."

He raised his foot and stepped into the aura between both sides, and the two sword energy fields collapsed at the same time, turning into a gust of wind to sweep across the study.

The detective elder snorted coldly: "If you don't hand over the Yin-Yang turntable today, it will be useless for anyone to mediate."

"It's lost!" Fu Qingyang sat down again.
To be continued...