Douluo's strange martial spirit

……

"Qingwei, please help me read the document. Master's eyes are dazzled."

After half a day of non-stop struggle, Zhang Zheng fell on the desk in despair as he saw that less than one-tenth of the documents had been processed.

Although the man was not dead, it was easy to tell from his eyes looking at the sky and his unfocused pupils that his spirit was on the verge of collapse at this time.

All right! Not that exaggerated.

He just felt that in the ocean of documents, he could no longer see hope.

When will this kind of day end?

Zhang Zheng knew very well that in the coming days, documents would continue to be sent to Baiyuan Garden.

He had no choice but to make his stall too big, and his management methods were borrowed from his own world.

Many of the elite talents in this world have not yet understood his business model.

Even after more than a year of adaptation period, local people in charge still dare not handle it easily once they encounter a relatively big decision.

It was fine before.

Even when he was in the Star Dou Forest, because the time was relatively short, he didn't accumulate so much at once.

When he was looking at documents, he could read them one at a time and see the end.

But today, it seemed like he couldn't see the end.

One month and more than three months, plus just in time for the financial summary of various places, there is also the issue of sharing.

Ok!

All rushed together.

"Qingwei, remember to remind me that after the senior soul master competition is over, we will hold a high-level management training class.

If nothing else, it will take me two months to let them adapt to the management model of our Zhang family store. "

Let go. When necessary, Zhang Zheng feels that he must let go of some power.

It wasn't that he was reluctant to delegate power before, but those people really didn't understand.

This time, if you don’t understand, teach me.

If you can't learn well, get out of here and don't occupy the latrine.

"Okay, I remember." Nodding to Zhang Zheng, Qingwei continued to read the document.

"Okay, let them control their own standards. Don't go too far. Too much is not enough."

After Zhang Zheng listened, he gave his own opinion.

After hearing this, Qing Wei signed on behalf of Zhang Zheng and wrote down suggestions.

Putting the document aside, picking up another one, Qingwei started reading again.

"Alas...! Which division leader suggested this? Quickly bring it to me for a look."

Just after listening to Qingwei read a few sentences, Zhang Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up.

He quickly asked for the document and quickly looked through it himself.

"I'll go, talent!"

Sighing secretly in his heart, Zhang Zheng then straightened his face and continued: "Qingwei, inform the person in charge of Notting City that from today on, she will be solely responsible for this plan.

Every year, the local hotel uses five thousand gold soul coins to support poor students in the local junior soul master college.

We must let her remember not to over-promote it, we just need to do it normally.

As the saying goes, too much is never enough.

Have faith in those kids.

As long as they have a conscience, they will take the initiative to repay us afterwards. "

Bursary Fund.

Zhang Zheng really didn't expect that his middle-aged woman, the person in charge of Notting City, would have such groundbreaking thinking.

Large sects or empires attach great importance to high-level soul master academies.

Only the Spirit Hall will give wages to those soul masters who are above the tenth level of the junior soul master academy.

Unexpectedly, Sister Chen actually wanted to start looking after her children as soon as they entered school. What a genius.

As long as the child's soul power exceeds level five when he awakens his martial soul, and he cannot afford to attend the Junior Soul Master Academy, he can go to the local Zhangjia store to apply for a scholarship fund.

Moreover, it is still provided for them to graduate from the Junior Soul Master Academy.

Although not all investments may be rewarded, Zhang Zheng can afford this level of dedication.

Although the children he sponsors may not necessarily become famous and powerful, they can continuously provide low-level security forces for the Zhang family store.

Even if the chance is very low, Zhang Zheng still believes that at least a few geniuses will stand out every year.

And among those geniuses, there might be a few good kids who repay their kindness.

We can’t see the benefits now, but ten or twenty years from now.

It’s not too late to have a good meal. Thirteen-year-old Zhang Zheng can wait for the day when they grow up.

With this document, Zhang Zheng felt that his energy was much better, and even looking through the documents was no longer so boring.

Time passed little by little, and it wasn't until there was a knock on the door that Zhang Zheng and Qing Wei came back to their senses.

"Enter...!"

With the sound of the door opening, Tang Yuehua took elegant steps, and his figure appeared in front of the two of them.

"Political...! You should take a break after work. Dinner is ready. Come down and eat!"

Glancing at the documents piled up like a mountain, Tang Yuehua had already swayed behind her husband.

She raised her green hands to rub his temples, and then said softly.

"Well, I see."

Let's go down together, and someone will sort out today's documents and send them out in batches.

While talking, Lao Zhang had already grabbed his wife's little hand and walked out of the room together.

Seeing this, Qingwei just smiled, and then arranged for someone to sort out the documents, and sent a fast horse to divide the documents into several routes and send them away.

In the restaurant, Zhang Zheng was dining with Tang Yuehua.

They are all homemade side dishes, and the taste is relatively light.

"Yuehua, don't just eat vegetables. A healthy diet is a combination of meat and vegetables.

I think the reason why your martial soul has mutated and failed is because you are picky about eating. "

While talking about unreliable fallacies, Zhang Zheng gave Tang Yuehua some beef and put it on the silver plate in front of her.

Regarding her husband's fallacies, Tang Yuehua said she couldn't laugh or cry.

Tang Yuehua felt that she would be very angry if others took advantage of her martial arts spirit.

But when these words came from her husband's mouth, she could only feel helpless.

"Zheng, you are the master's student.

If you use this kind of fallacy to explain the reason for the martial soul's mutation, if your teacher knew, he would cry. "

Naturally, Tang Yuehua would not be unappreciative of her husband's kindness.

What's more, Baiyuan Garden's chef skills are really hard to say.

The two of them just chatted about home affairs. After dinner, Tang Yuehua said nothing and refused to let Zhang Zheng continue working.

It had been most of the day, and her husband needed to get some proper rest.

Soul masters are also human beings. Even if they can do things that ordinary people cannot do, they will also experience birth, old age, illness and death before they become gods.

Her husband was only thirteen years old, and Tang Yuehua didn't want him to work too hard.

Before getting married, she always focused on the Haotian Sect.

But after getting married, Tang Yuehua's mentality changed.

Now in her heart, her husband is the most important thing.

After dinner, she dragged Zhang Zheng for a walk in the courtyard, and then the two returned to the room.

"Qingwei, keep an eye on us for me and don't let anyone come in and disturb us."

Returning to the door, he gave instructions to Qing Wei, and then under Tang Yuehua's puzzled eyes, Zhang Zheng had already pulled him into the room seriously.

"Zheng..., you are too anxious.

Also, there is no reason to let Qingwei look after this kind of thing. "

Seeing her husband's impatience, Tang Yuehua's face showed a rare blush like a girl.

The shy look of a little girl appeared on her face, which made Zhang Zheng feel amazing.

But just as soon as he thought about it, Zhang Zheng felt like he couldn't laugh or cry.

"Daughter-in-law, am I so anxious in your heart?"

After complaining in his heart, Zhang Zheng rarely said seriously: "Yuehua, where are you thinking?

I just thought that I can help you solve your martial arts problem.

Mutated martial souls can be strong or weak. Yours is obviously a malignant mutation, and the martial soul has become weaker.

But this time, I decided to use my newly acquired power of creation and my own soul power as a guide to forcibly modify your martial soul.

As for what the result will be, I can’t guarantee it on my first try.

But don't worry, your martial soul is already like that. No matter how mutated it is, it probably won't be worse. "

While saying this, Zhang Zheng had already summoned the Heaven-Breaking Gourd Vine.

Seeing the two red soul rings at her husband's feet, Tang Yuehua couldn't help but widen her eyes in disbelief.

"Soul..., Contra, two hundred thousand year soul rings...? Zheng, how did you do it?"

Li Ye, a female poet of the Tang Dynasty, wrote in "Eight Arrivals": From near to far, east and west, from deep to shallow clear streams.

As high as tomorrow and the moon, loved ones and couples.

The meaning of the last sentence is that "husband and wife" are the closest to each other in terms of physical and interest relationships in the world, so they are "close relatives". But on the other hand, the psychological distance between couples who do not love each other is the most difficult to bridge. , so it is "most sparse".

Zhang Zheng thinks this poem is very well written.

If he and Tang Yuehua are in love, then there is no need to deliberately tell her everything.

Time will always bring everything to light.

So the last time Zhang Zheng came back, Tang Yuehua didn't ask about his soul ring, and Zhang Zheng didn't deliberately mention it.

Tang Yuehua was shocked when he saw it this time.

She didn't care about her husband's soul ring configuration, but felt sorry for the risks he experienced when he obtained these two soul rings.

You know, none of the hundred thousand year soul beasts are easy to get along with.

If Zhang Zheng's own words are used, it means that even a pig with a hundred thousand years of cultivation can become a Marshal of Tianpeng or a messenger of Jingtan.

(ask for recommendation, collection, subscription)