Chapter 93 It turns out to be the nephew
“Have you not been given the results of the previous processing?” a colleague asked.
0412 shook his head and had a vague guess in his mind. It has been so long and the superiors have not yet given the result. It is estimated that this violation punishment will definitely be settled like this.
Recruiting people is not easy these days. If you recruit people with temperament and ability, you have to provide for them. If you commit a crime, you can only turn a blind eye.
Anyway, he acted according to the results. Since he never gave the results, he just let it go.
However, he was still a little curious about who this person was. He made such a big mistake, and yet the superiors hesitated for so long without giving any results.
Pluto: Are you kidding? Can outsourced employees be the same as regular employees?
Ignore it for now and manage this complaint first.
After a big incident like sending a courier in violation of regulations before, 0412 now feels no trouble at all when he sees this complaint about cheating.
She could even beat him, let alone an ordinary undercover guy.
Let alone Qi Feng's men, even if Qi Feng went there, she would still be able to beat him, he thought.
Now that he was dealing with the complaint about being beaten up, he had already guessed how the other party would respond.
But——the process still needs to be followed.
0412 sighed lightly, he couldn't last a whole day in this forced class.
He took the landline on the side and made a call. The elder sister did not reply to the message, so he could only call the other party.
"I'm living a good life, prosperous, catching up with the good times and happy years..."
A loud ringing phone suddenly rang in the quiet inn, which scared the sleeping little white tiger to his feet. .
Hit the cabinet with a bang.
The little white tiger held his head and howled.
Yang Fan clicked his tongue in displeasure, opened his eyes, stood up and went to answer the phone.
"Hello."
There was a familiar male voice on the other end of the phone, "Webmaster Yang Fan, this is the Underworld Complaint Processing Center, job number 0412. There is a complaint now, and I need to verify the situation with you."< br>
Yang Fan narrowed his eyes, which bitch complained to her again!
"What is the complaint?"
0412: "On June 26, you injured a man who went to the inn to pick up a courier. Is it true?"
It turned out to be that bitch, Yang Fan remembered.
Her voice suddenly became serious, "I want to complain about your shady behavior. Not only are you incompetent to pick up the express delivery and not queue up, but you also threatened me with force."
"I was acting in self-defense. ”
Complaining about this thing is like no one knows how to do it.
0412: ...You almost beat others to death. Who is threatening whom?
There was a crackling sound on the other end of the phone.
After a while, the other party spoke.
"Your complaint has been fed back, and the subsequent processing results will be sent to the inn computer. Please check it in time."
Business-minded, very polite attitude, no feedback at all The first fight was tense.
Yang Fan didn't care much about the result. If he dared to punish her, she would be beaten to the underworld. When she heard the voice of 0412, she remembered the question that she had not received a reply to before.
"You didn't answer me last time. What's your name? Who's disciple of Sanqing Palace are you?"
She wanted to see whose disciple dared to disturb her ancestors.
0412 was also very curious about this question. He put his hand on the table and tapped it lightly. His eyes were deep. Which generation of disciple was this Yang Fan? No one in him had ever heard of such a person in Sanqing Palace. A powerful person.
After being silent for a while, he said, "My name is Qi Ming, and I learned from Master Huaiyu."
Hmm, Master Huaiyu, Xu Huaiyu?
Yang Fan stood up straight in an instant, "Your master is Xu Huaiyu, and your master is Taoist Master Xuancheng?"
Now that she knew what she said, 0412's voice suddenly became relaxed, "You know what I said, you should honor me I am an ancestor..." Master. Yang Fan: "Damn, it turns out he's my little nephew."
He's her senior brother Huaiyu's disciple. No wonder he's so familiar with her style of play.
0412 is full of questions, should he be her ancestor? How to become a little nephew? ?
Since she is one of her own, it is easy to talk to her. If she had spoken earlier, she would not have taken action and would have reasoned with the other party.
"My nephew, I have been working here for more than a month. Where is my salary?" Yang Fan asked him.
The promised salary is a merit. She has been working for more than a month. Why hasn’t she received her salary yet?
0412 That is, Qi Ming was silent for a long time, "Who is your nephew? I don't know a master uncle like you."
He didn't remember that he had a master named Yang Fan. Uncle, back then his master had no junior sisters except senior brothers and junior brothers.
Yang Fan narrowed his eyes dangerously, "How dare you deny me, Uncle Master."
"I don't know which generation of disciples you are. Since you know the name of Master Huaiyu, you should respectfully call me ancestor." Master." The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became serious.
Yang Fan sarcastically said, "The Patriarch who was beaten to the ground by me?"
What kind of disciple did Senior Brother Huaiyu accept? He didn't respect his master, but he still dared to do so. On the contrary, Tiangang asked her to call him Patriarch.
What a surprise!
"Come here now, I'll call you in front of you."
Come here and see how I can teach you what it means to respect teachers!
Qi Ming: Threat! A naked threat!
How dare you threaten the Patriarch, he hung up the phone in anger.
A beeping sound came from the microphone, and Yang Fan clicked his tongue in displeasure. This young man was really irritable.
Next time I come, I must talk about him.
Putting down the phone, she returned to her seat and sat cross-legged to meditate, thinking in her mind whether Senior Brother Huaiyu’s disciple had been accepted after her death, so she didn’t know him. Don't know her either.
She thought about it and realized that this was the most likely possibility.
But after all, when she was alive, she was still a dazzling presence as the heir to the head of the family. Even if she was a little younger and a little coward when she died, I wouldn't even write a biography for her.
After all, she has paid so much for her teacher!
The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she became. She took out her mobile phone and opened the search software, and entered the words "Sanqing Palace Yang Fan" on it. The search results were all about the scenery and history of Sanqing Palace, without any introduction from her.
Really?
Don’t important historical figures have names? Why didn't she?
She did not believe in evil and searched for Taoist Priest Xuancheng of Sanqing Palace. The entry showed that Taoist Xuancheng (1490-1544) was the eighth generation head of Sanqing Palace.
Died in 1544. It seems that the old man died within two years of her death.
Some of his life events were also recorded on the Internet. Yang Fan glanced at them and found out that she knew all of them when she was alive.
She searched again and found that Huaiyu Zhenren also had information showing that he was the ninth generation head of Sanqing Palace.
It turns out that after her death, her senior brother Huaiyu became the leader.
Also, apart from her, only her senior brother Huaiyu has the qualification to be the leader.
Every subsequent leader Yang Fan can find more or less relevant information, and there is also information about some outstanding disciples, such as Qi Ming, and some of his related deeds can also be found online. .
Nothing but hers.
...She is so outstanding that she is not worthy of being recorded in future generations?
Yang Fan felt as if he was struck by lightning, and his phone fell from his hand to the ground without even realizing it.
"Ouch~" The dropped mobile phone hit the little white tiger on the head. It covered its head and howled.
Yang Fan didn't hear it. She sat blankly on the chair, two lines of sad tears falling slowly, this damn world!