Yama Rising Chapter 88: : Pre-job training (1)

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Qin Ye knocked on the head of the bed, thoughtfully.

The path of SRC is obviously unscientific. This is obviously an alloy egg, and I can't drill it if I can drill...wait! Who can drill it! What alloy egg! What am I thinking?

"Can I only temporarily choose the place that is the second best... and I have to find Su Feng to look at the construction plan of the first repair large and see how deep the underground is to be... I remember sitting on the sixth floor. The elevator is three meters on the first floor. In other words, it is nearly 20 meters below the Huida foundation... Once the first repair is deep digging... It is a bit dangerous..."

Alsace said in deep thought: "Don't worry, let's take a look... Baoan is going to fall too early, and you have more time to prepare. Just let go of Kuafu, are you really willing?"

Qin Ye shook his head.

Reluctant.

But I can’t give up.

Alsace sighed: "It's really impossible...Cao Youdao's lair is also so-so... There are not many people in Huizhou, and it is impossible for many people to deliberately look for it. You have both questions just now. Both of them are good. You got the point. However, I still want to remind you that once the entrance to the underworld is selected, it cannot be changed. Otherwise, why do you think that there has been a ghost town in the capital for thousands of years? The underworld has not considered moving the location?"

Qin Ye uttered a tongue. Covered with a quilt: "Say it."

Then he rested for a few days.

There have been too many things recently, he always feels like a tight clockwork, and it's time to loosen it up.

In the next few days, he made a phone call with Zhang Baoguo. The Timo incident was fermenting. He didn't plan to go now, but promised Zhang Baoguo to have a New Year dinner during the New Year.

As for the changes in Bao'an City... there are not many changes before martial law.

On that **** night in Bao'an City, people who shouldn't know will never know. It is the upper echelons who worry about it. Ordinary people continue to live their lives. On the third day, Bao'an City restored order, but some things were never hidden.

In all hospitals, on the sixth day, new equipment was added and a new consultation room was opened: the practice qualification identification room.

The funeral street where few people went to the funeral street in the past also had a little more people, but more people were concentrated on the newly planned street next to the funeral street: Tai Chi Street.

Now every order is announced directly, so every citizen understands what this place is.

This is the place where all Taoist traditions, sects, and spiritual materials are exchanged!

All the previous shops were emptied, and all the merchants who entered were displayed with mahogany swords, talismans, and some antiques that the citizens had only seen on TV. The number of visitors started from the beginning to the enthusiasm of a few days later, and on the last day of the week, many monks and Taoists came in grandiosely.

The people in China are like this. The requirements are actually very low. As long as they can satisfy their lives, they will endure more.

Every day, Bao'an City has issued new orders, the network has not been restored, and it is clearly stated that it will not be restored. A new news system will be introduced to try to ensure that it is in line. At the same time, some prohibited words in Bao'an City cannot be typed.

The school begins to prepare for new subjects, the Graduate School of Asceticism, which will be implemented in every kindergarten, preschool, elementary, junior high school, and even the first university after the teacher’s assessment next year. Just try to recruit the first batch of students.

The government system was the first person to implement the practice system. On the third day, the Special Investigation Office officially moved from the underground to the ground, took over most of the projects related to spirituality, and stopped most contacts with the outside world. Department.

Information like this keeps coming to Qin Ye's ears every day. He is happily swiping his computer clothes with Wang Chenghao's card, and doesn't care much about the outside world.

The word "cultivation" has slowly become hot in Baoan.

In the early morning of seven days, Qin Ye got up.

washing, eating, everything is done, it is already half past seven.

Last night, he was dragged into a small group, "The first faculty group in 2018." There is only a requirement for real-name system.

I have a cursory look, heh, there are still a lot of people.

Not only did he have many acquaintances, he also saw several scum from the party and the state, such as Lin Han and Li Runxue. There was even Zhang Chenghai who had invited him for breakfast.

There are also a few particularly heart-warming names.

"Honorary Dean: Zhou Xianlong." "Honorary Dean: Chang Shun."

After counting, there are only 200 people. Compared with other universities, even if the branch campus, a university has at least thousands of faculty members, they are already too streamlined.

Without a word of **** all night, he chatted well with the socialist successor next door. Turn off the phone and go to bed at twelve.

Changed into casual clothes, called a car, and went straight to Huida.

"The first repairer?" The driver was so eloquent. Hearing Qin Yebao's address, his eyes flashed: "Brother, what's the matter there? Is the salary particularly high?"

Qin Ye: "..."

"I heard that those who have the qualifications will have very good conditions in the future. I don't know if my son has that qualification. Hey...little brother, tell me about it? I'll spare you a single order?" "Oh... that's right. , I said how you look very familiar, you are not the one... By the way! That Timo!" "Are you a minority? My son told me your name." "Minorities join the Special Investigation Office, right? What are the special policies?"

Timo of God!

Minority of God!

Qin Ye didn't say a word, he was so cold to the end. Now that he heard the word Timo, his brain hurts. He got out of the car in the driver's bitter eyes and was already standing at the gate of Huizhou.

Hui University has also changed somewhat.

The label belonging to Huida has been removed, and the six words "First Ashesive University" are engraved on it with metal characters painted with silver hooks and iron.

Nothing has changed on the campus, but the old students are gone, OFO, Mobike, little green, little blue, little red are all emptied, and the shop has also been replaced with antique decoration, I don’t know. How did it happen in just seven days.

It's a bit deserted.

I followed the notified location all the way to the lecture hall. It was already 8:30, and the faculty meeting started at 9 o'clock, and there were a lot of people. Just at the door, I heard a puffy voice: "Hi, Timo! Here!"

I just kicked when I fly!

Don't look, Lin Han's stupid big man beckoned with a smirk on his face, Qin Ye gave him a blank look and chose a place to sit down nearby.

"Hello, Mr. Ti." Next to him was a man in his forties, who looked very elegant, with a pair of thick glasses and a tunic, but he was not weaker than him. Smiled and stretched out his hand: "My dear Zhao Hailong. I'll give you some free repairs, so I can show you more."

Qin Ye is vomiting blood, what the **** is Mr. Ti! Can't hide it? !

Forcibly suppressed the gritted teeth in my heart and shook hands with the other party. The smile was extremely suppressed: "Hello, S9527, Qin Ye."

S... The middle-aged man was obviously taken aback, but then frowned slightly.

No way...he heard a lot of people calling Timo that day, the names of a few people are understandable...Is he really mistaken? Why does the other side care so much?

Everyone in the lecture hall is chatting with each other. There has never been such a large gathering in the spiritual world. Everyone who can go to the soul knows that it is useless to work behind closed doors. Only learning from each other is the way to enterprising.

"Quiet." Nine o'clock. With an infuriating voice, the audience became silent.

Two figures stood up from the front row and walked to the podium.

An old man with white hair is wearing a black placket with fine patterns embroidered on it. The appearance is very ordinary.

The other is about 60 years old, thin, with a white beard, and looks like a fairy bone. Wearing a white robe, the hem is embroidered with green bamboo and green mountains, which is quite compelling.

However, Qin Ye didn't mean to underestimate it at all.

These two old men are not good looking, but their true spirits are like the Yangtze River, running endlessly.

Impermanence level!

"Introduce myself, Xu Anguo, the 23rd generation leader of the Central Plains Cultivation Alliance, with the love of all Taoists, was awarded the post of the principal of the First Cultivation University."

Qin Ye suddenly realized that it was a wrong choice not to sit next to them.

He knows too little about the world of Yangjian practice, and at the moment he can't hold back his face and ask someone he doesn't know each other.

The white-bearded old man smiled and said: "I am Li Tao. I once worked for the "Ziqi Donglai" website and served as the director. It can be said that the entire website is built by an old man. I have never faked my hands. Thank you. Loving, honored as the vice principal."

Finally couldn't help it, Qin Ye coughed and asked Zhao Hailong in a low voice: "Friend Zhao, who are they?"

Zhao Hailong glanced at Qin Ye unexpectedly, but this time, he noticed Qin Ye's age. Then he nodded clearly: "Mr. Qin, you should have just joined the Special Investigation Office, right? Some Taoist friends are in casual meditation. Naturally, it is better for the Special Investigation Office to be well informed."

...So what is Mr. Violin? By the way, how deep is Timo’s impression of you not playing a game? !

Zhao Hailong naturally didn’t know Qin Ye’s spit in his heart, and continued: “Random cultivation is difficult, and some entertainers can’t figure it out. The Central Plains Cultivation Alliance is a group of casual cultivators established in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, but the realm of casual cultivator Low, has no right to speak. It can only be said to be a group of weak practitioners for warmth."

Qin Ye wondered: "Then he..."

"Why is Elder Xu qualified to be elected as the principal, right?" Zhao Hailong smiled slightly: "Yes, casual cultivator is not strong, but in the early Republic of China, this amazing and talented old man was born in the early days of the founding of the People’s Republic of China. The level of impermanence has allowed this little-known alliance to rise to fame."

“What’s even more amazing is that the other party’s control over business and interpersonal relationships, long-sleeved dances, for decades, the Central Plains Cultivation Alliance has become the largest alliance in the six provinces of the Central Plains, and even several famous temples. Daomen and sects were suppressed by them."

Qin Ye knew it.

A competent principal may not require a high level.

But you must be good at being a man, be able to sponsor, and compete for resources.

Xu Anguo's resume, compared with most other cultivators who only know how to immerse themselves in hard work, the title of principal deserves its name.

"Then...what about Ziqi Donglai.com?"