The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

Chapter 585 Recruitment, Rejection



Chapter 585 Recruitment, Rejection

The eldest son seemed to be hit hard in the heart by a heavy hammer. A light flashed in his eyes. He raised his head suddenly and looked straight at Commissioner Zhao, his voice trembling slightly.

"I understand."

"By the way, Uncle Zhao, things are not going peacefully over at the Su family."

The eldest son seemed to have suddenly remembered something important. His brows knitted tightly together, his face full of worry. "I wonder how they found out about our business dealings with Japan. Will it be bad for us?"

Commissioner Zhao sneered disdainfully, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of sarcasm.

“Humph, the Su family had previously joined forces with several other families to make a big fuss about this matter at the meeting, trying to use it to impeach me.

Don’t you realize your own worth? I’ve followed your father for so many years, and I’ve seen all kinds of things.

It's just a daydream to think that this little storm can shake my position!"

When the eldest son heard this, he felt relieved. He heaved a sigh of relief and nodded, "That's good."

"However, those Japanese people are full of wicked ambitions. Cooperating with them is like seeking the skin of a tiger. We must always be more careful. Only by being cautious can we be safe."

Commissioner Zhao gave another serious reminder.

"Of course I know that."

The eldest son responded, but there was still a lingering worry in his eyes.

“I’m just worried that the Su family will be like mad dogs and won’t let us go.

If this is the case, not only will we lose a lot of money, but we will also easily offend those Japanese people, which will be a big trouble. "

A fierce smile appeared on Commissioner Zhao's lips, and there was murderous intent in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I have my own plan for this matter. If you really push me into a corner, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Uncle Zhao, what do you mean by this?" the eldest son asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"I recently met a wizard from Siam whose methods are very mysterious.

If you really encounter any difficult problems, invite him over and he will definitely be able to handle them."

Commissioner Zhao's face was full of mystery.

"is it?"

When the eldest son heard this, he immediately became alert, with curiosity gleaming in his eyes.

"I'll introduce them to you when I have the chance."

Commissioner Zhao said this in a secretive manner.

……

The morning light shone in through the window, and Lin Mo rubbed his sore temples.

He spent the entire night last night struggling with the evil spirit dragon guard in the peach wood card.

These two things are full of evil and ghostly aura.

Just like two sticky, smelly mud balls, you have to clean all the dirt off them bit by bit.

Only when the purest Yin energy remains can the next step of blessing and ritual practice be carried out.

This job is both mentally and physically demanding, even more tiring than fighting with ten strong men.

Lin Mo knew in his heart that he would have to deal with these evil dragon guards once they were dealt with.

They also have to be placed in Taoist temples so that they can absorb strength from the smoke of incense.

In this way, these two evil dragon guards might be able to be reborn and promoted to the majestic "Yellow Turban Warrior" or "Guardian General" in Taoism.

By then, you can use it to guard your home with peace of mind.

After getting up and washing up, Lin Mo packed up simply and walked straight towards the Dragon Prison.

Some time ago, he took a lot of leave.

Now that I'm back, I have to be more diligent, otherwise people will talk about me again.

The corridors of the Dragon Prison are deep and cold, and the sound of footsteps echoes in them.

As soon as I walked into the door of the Secret Service Bureau, Xiao Zhang from Special Service Group 6 ran over in a hurry.

"Deputy Team Leader Lin, someone is waiting for you in the reception room."

"Oh?"

Lin Mo raised his eyebrows, and a hint of alertness flashed in his eyes.

It had only been two days since Yuan Shaojia's incident, but I didn't expect someone to come knocking on my door so soon.

He thought to himself, no matter who it is, he would go and take a look first.

In the reception room, a man in military uniform with an upright posture was facing the door, concentrating on admiring the prison layout map on the wall.

It was Feng Ji, the adjutant under the eldest son.

Hearing the noise at the door, Feng Ji slowly turned around.

When he saw Lin Mo, his eyes lit up.

The young man in front of him was even more outstanding than he had imagined.

He has sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and his figure under the uniform is as straight as a pine tree, revealing a sense of determination and courage.

Especially those eyes, which were as calm as a pool of deep water, making it impossible to see through his thoughts.

Feng Ji came over politely, stretched out his hand and said, "You are Lin Mo, right?"

Lin Mo also shook hands with him politely, only to feel that the force coming from his palm was tentative.

He nodded calmly and asked, "Yes, who are you?"

Feng Ji calmly withdrew his slightly red right hand, secretly surprised in his heart that although this boy looked young, his hands were quite strong.

He cleared his throat and said, "I am the eldest son's adjutant, Feng Ji."

In the entire Kyoto city, the only one who can be called the eldest son is naturally the son of the president.

Lin Mo understood instantly that the other party must have come because of Yuan Shaojia’s matter.

However, there is no evidence in this matter, and with the Su family helping to clean up the mess, the other party cannot find any evidence and should not be able to do anything to him.

"I don't think we know each other. I wonder what Adjutant Feng wants me to do?" Lin Mo asked tentatively.

Feng Ji did not beat around the bush and went straight to the point: "Now that the new emperor has ascended the throne, there is a lot of work to be done, and now is the time to employ people.

The eldest son is eager to recruit talented people. It would be a waste of talent for a person like Mr. Lin to work as a prison guard in the Secret Service.

Therefore, the eldest son wants to ask you if you are willing to switch to serve under him."

Lin Mo was a little surprised.

I didn't expect that the other party didn't come because of Yuan Shaojia's matter.

Instead, it extended an olive branch to him.

Lin Mo had no intention of being dragged into a power struggle, so he naturally would not agree to the other party.

He smiled politely and said, "Adjutant Feng, thank you for the compliment. I am doing very well in the Secret Service."

Feng Ji took a half step forward, lowered his voice, and said confidently: "It doesn't matter, as long as Mr. Lin is willing, the transfer order can be delivered to Director Xu's desk today.

Moreover, if you agree, your salary will be three times what you get here, and you will be given a big house. The eldest son will also entrust you with important tasks in the future. This is much more promising than staying in this hellhole."

Feng Ji is full of confidence.

In his opinion, Lin Mo had no reason to refuse such favorable conditions.

However, to his surprise, Lin Mo shook his head.

"I'm sorry, I'm very happy here and have no plans to leave for the time being. Please thank the eldest master for his kindness on my behalf."

As soon as these words were spoken, the living room suddenly became quiet, as if the air was about to freeze.

"what?"

The smile on Feng Ji's face froze instantly.

He thought he had heard wrongly and asked again, "Mr. Lin, are you...refusing?"


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