About me traveling to the world of immortality but finding ways to surf the Internet

After setting up the formation, teach the shopkeeper how to understand the data on Xunlian, and ask him to report the accounts on Xunlian every day within a month to check whether the accounts can be reconciled. Yang Yuyao is not worried about the bank storekeeper reporting false accounts. His quick contact with He Qianqing is different from that of the bank store manager. There are some items in the accounts that the shopkeeper wants to report that he will not display there, but Yang Yuyao's Xunlian can see them. When the time comes, he will calculate them again and he will naturally know the authenticity.

Under the courtesy of the monks from Haina Bank, they left the bank. The excessive enthusiasm of everyone in the bank made Yang Yuyao's heart beat in panic. He could only keep reassuring himself that he was only being treated so politely because he took advantage of He Qianqing. If he came here alone, he would never react so exaggeratedly. Completely unaware that the men and women at the bank gathered together in fascination to discuss his beauty after they left.

At first, the shopkeeper wanted to remind everyone not to discuss casually during working hours, but then he realized that it was already the end of work, so he couldn't help it anymore and joined the army of nymphomaniacs.

"It's already evening." After walking out of Haina Bank, Yang Yuyao looked up at the sky. The rays of the slanting sun shone through the clouds in the distance. The sky was a little dark. The nights in the north always come more. Earlier. However, they had been busy outside for almost a day today. They had visited Dongfeng Logistics and Haina Bank in Ningcheng, so it was time for them to take a good rest. Yang Yuyao, who was thinking this way, was suddenly attracted by the joy of playing in the distance.

"Will there be someone to marry?" Yang Yuyao asked He Qianqing curiously. He seemed to have never met anyone to get married since leaving Qingfeng Sect.

"It should be that this time is the time to pick up the bride. Want to see it?" He Qianqing asked with a smile. Yang Yuyao nodded, and then he was picked up by He Qianqing and flew to the roof of a house. Even before Yang Yuyao said that he could do it by himself. Then the two of them performed the Selfless Technique and stood on the roof waiting for the wedding team to pass by this street.

Below them, on both sides of the street, crowds gathered quickly, poking their heads to join in the fun. Looking at this lively scene, it seemed as if the battle between the monks that happened in Ningcheng almost half a month ago had never happened.

Not long after, the team to pick up the bride came over. The groom sat on a white horse, followed by eight large sedans. Yang Yuyao sensed with his spiritual consciousness that there were already people sitting in the sedan, and the bride should have been received. . It's just that the young groom, who looked to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, didn't have the slightest joy on his face. It was his own big day, but he looked sick and wilted, which made the wedding team's festive feeling drop instantly. Quite a few.

"The groom seems to be a sick man." Yang Yuyao communicated with He Qianqing. He would not ask such silly things as why the groom got married at such a young age. This world is different from his original world. For people in this world, it is normal to get married at the age of fifteen or sixteen.

There are even more outrageous girls who get married at the age of eleven or twelve, like Ye Qianqian who was sold by her uncle to marry into the Wang family at such a young age. Yang Yuyao once saw a girl of this age in a village he passed by, with her pregnant belly still cleaning the garbage outside the door. Although Yang Yuyao couldn't bear to see such a scene, he couldn't say anything. Even if he was a monk, for people in this world, this was a matter of course. They will not change this approach just because Yang Yuyao is a monk and listen to his words.

"It doesn't seem like there is something wrong with the groom's heart." Yang Yuyao added with certainty after observing again.

"Huh?" He Qianqing quietly looked at Yang Yuyao. Although he could tell that the groom was sick by looking at his face, he could not judge the boy's illness without careful examination. However, why did Yang Yuyao judge so definitely? Even though Yang Yuyao's former friend Jiang Hong was a medical practitioner, Yang Yuyao had never been with Jiang Hong for medical treatment. In some cases, Yang Yuyao unconsciously grabbed his heart... He Qianqing's expression darkened. .

The procession to pick up the bride did not stop on this street, but went straight through. After all, judging by the look on the groom's face, he might not be able to bear it any longer. As the wedding team went away, the crowds of people watching on both sides of the street started talking.

"The Tian family is really in complete decline. It has been reduced to giving happiness to the sick young people of the Sun family!"

"But I didn't expect that this sick young man from the Sun family could actually come to pick up the bride in person. But looking at his face, he definitely won't be able to consummate the marriage tonight!"

"Tian family?" Yang Yuyao, who was standing on the roof, heard this word and thought of the old woman named Tian Qiaoqiao who ran a tea stall he met on the way to Jinyang City. The old woman said that she was kicked out of her home after the Tian family's accident, and her former family members were fawning over each other in search of support. Tian Qiaoqiao was still a girl at the time of the incident and is now an old woman.

Counting the time, it has been fifty or sixty years, and I don’t know if this Tian family is the Tian family that the old woman said. If so, this family has been up and down for a long time, but in the end it was still unable to restore the decline. Pity the bride, if the groom hadn't had any adventures, he would soon have to remain a widow for the rest of his life.

"Master, let's go back." Yang Yuyao said softly. Although this was not the excitement he wanted to see, but a future tragedy, it did not affect his mood. The excitement has ended, and there is no point in staying. There are always so many joys and sorrows in this world, woven into large and small stories and turned into the past.

"Okay, let's go." He Qianqing lowered his head and took advantage of the effect of the Selfless Technique to kiss the young man's hair unscrupulously.

Different from traveling around in a carriage, going to the Huihuo Cult station felt more like going on a trip to Yang Yuyao, so he had the idea of ​​​​checking the guide to see what he needed to bring. But Yang Yuyao soon realized that there was no guide for him to check, and since they were monks, they could just bring whatever they wanted and stuff it into the space ring.

"It seems that it will take me a long time to think completely like a monk." Yang Yuyao thought to himself. When he returned to the room, he began to take off his cloak and loose robe, preparing to change into comfortable underwear.

"Xiao Yao, tell me, what exactly is this thing on your body?" He Qianqing looked at Yang Yuyao's body, which was usually hidden under the outer robe and could not be seen at all. It could only be seen after taking off the outer robe. It hung from the shoulder and was under the armpit. I was confused about the leather straps fixed at the bottom, and the straps under the armpits seemed to have a cover, and I didn’t know what was inside.

"This is a holster belt." Yang Yuyao replied. He drew a design for this thing and then used his clone to find a cobbler to make it to hold his homemade pistol. He had learned about this thing before when he was researching information on drafts drawn by an art dealer. Of course, it was not just this one, he also knew all the ways to wear a gun. Who makes him a gun enthusiast?

Among the many ways to wear it, he chose this one, of course, because this way of wearing it is more concealable and makes it easier to draw the gun when needed. Even wearing a robe is not affected much. The only drawback is that it cannot hold a gun that is too big, but his homemade pistol itself is not big and can be easily hidden under his arm.

Regular ones hanging around the waist or leggings would be fine if they were neat and simple attire in the original world, but in this world it would be affected by outer robes such as wide robes and wide sleeves, making it difficult to draw a gun unless you wear one. On the outside. It would be the same as wearing it on the chest, losing the concealment effect. And another problem with those two is that if the outer robe is made of very thin material, there will be weird bulges, which will become very embarrassing.

"Gun? I think this location is not suitable for putting a gun, right? If you want to carry it at all times, it is more appropriate to carry the gun on your back." He Qianqing said with some doubts.

"This is not a long gun, but this kind. I call it a gun. Or you can call it a gun." Yang Yuyao took out his homemade pistol from the holster. The gun body made of black iron is dark with a metallic luster, looks thick and hard, and makes Yang Yuyao's hands whiter and slender.

"Is this thing also a weapon?" He Qianqing asked doubtfully.

"Yes." Yang Yuyao replied.

"How to use it?" He Qianqing then asked.

"Well, it's best to demonstrate this outdoors." Yang Yuyao thought for a while, then took a fruit from the fruit plate, then walked out of the door with his pistol. After looking around, he selected a suitable one. position, and then fixed the fruit on the rockery stone, thinking that the stone seemed to be very hard and would not be penetrated by bullets.

Then he kept retreating, back to He Qianqing who was standing against the door, turned on the safety, took aim, and pulled the trigger to fire. The bullet hit the small fruit, penetrated the fruit and shattered a corner of the rockery, penetrated the wall, and finally got stuck in the stone bricks of the wall.

"Oops, it overturned! I should have set up a protective formation first." Yang Yuyao felt extremely embarrassed. He didn't know if it was because of the special rock he used for testing before. His homemade pistol seemed more powerful than expected. It was still big, but Yang Yuyao didn't notice it. So much so that this result occurred.

"Oh? This gun can produce such power without using spiritual power?" He Qianqing didn't care about the damaged rockery and walls. At this moment, he was more interested in Yang Yuyao's weapon.

"Well, yes, I want to use it to deal with some special situations. Of course, it can also be injected with spiritual power and then produce some special effects attacks," Yang Yuyao explained.

"Master, can you give it a try?" He Qianqing asked eagerly. This object resembles a blowpipe but is far more powerful than a blowpipe. Even a heavy crossbow cannot compare with it. Moreover, it can produce such an effect without using spiritual power. He Qianqing feels that it is difficult for him to resist the attraction brought by this object.

"Of course, Master, I'll teach you how to use it correctly." Yang Yuyao saw the strong interest in He Qianqing's eyes. This kind of happiness, similar to meeting a friend, made him happy, and he immediately introduced himself. .

"Okay." He Qianqing said with a smile. He didn't think there was anything wrong with his disciple Yang Yuyao teaching his master. He had learned a lot of incredible knowledge from his disciple more than once.

"This is how you hold the gun. Note that it cannot be fired without opening the safety... Look at this groove to aim... This gun can be loaded automatically, but if there is a bullet jam, it can also be manually loaded..." He Qianqing lowered his head. He stared at Yang Yuyao's detailed explanation with a smile in his eyes.

For him, he couldn't really feel the fear and danger brought by weapons like guns, but the smell of gunpowder smoke still made him feel excited. The holster that restrained Yang Yuyao inadvertently stretched the young man's figure. The outline was clear and full of temptation for him. The contrast between beauty and weapons, life and death, brings an extremely strong visual impact and has a unique sense of beauty.

"Master, is there anything else you don't understand?" Yang Yuyao tilted his head and looked upward so that he could see the eyes of He Qianqing standing behind him.

"I don't think it's available for the time being. Why don't you let me give it a try first?" He Qianqing asked.

"Okay." Although he specifically emphasized the safety issues with He Qianqing. But Yang Yuyao was not actually very worried about He Qianqing being injured when using his homemade pistol. Even if the pistol really exploded, the strong physical fitness of the monks in the Tribulation Stage was enough to protect him from harm, not to mention He Qianqing's physical fitness than Monks of the same realm are stronger.

Perhaps because Yang Yuyao placed a target on the rockery to test his gun, He Qianqing also aimed at the rockery in the yard to test his gun. Even if you are a genius, it will be difficult for you to hit the target for the first time. After all the bullets in the gun are used up, the rockery is already riddled with holes. I wonder if the previous owner of this mansion would shed tears if he saw this scene. With tears streaming down his face, he chose to place this rockery stone here, which is enough to show that he attaches great importance to and loves this stone that he bought with a lot of money. It's just that when people leave, they can't take away the things they like no matter how much they like.

"Master, I have thought about it. If senior Mu Yuan joins us, we can arrange for him to be the technical director." After returning to the room, Yang Yuyao said to He Qianqing.

"Technical director?" He Qianqing thought for a while and roughly guessed the meaning of the word, "Yes, it suits him very well. What about being a teacher? Xiaoyao, what position do you think is suitable for being a teacher?"

"Um...President." Yang Yuyao chose this answer after thinking about the positions of sales champion, sales manager, and personnel manager. After all, He Qianqing seemed to have done almost everything.

"What does president mean?" Technical Director He Qianqing could understand the meaning of the word, but the word president was a bit confusing to him. Could it be what the president meant?

"It means the general manager." Yang Yuyao explained very briefly.

"What about Xiaoyao? What do you think your position is?" He Qianqing asked.

"In my case, it should be the chief technology officer, right?" Yang Yuyao thought for a while and replied. Seeing He Qianqing's confusion, he explained it according to his own understanding. "The chief technology officer is older than the technical director. He is responsible for managing the technical director and deciding the direction of product development. The technical director is responsible for product development and quality control."

After Yang Yuyao explained this, He Qianqing finally understood what these unfamiliar job titles were for. In Yang Yuyao's view, He Qianqing is in charge of everything, and Yang Yuyao manages Mu Yuan. After all, he is the developer of Xunlian. He thought about the magic weapons that he would need to make in the future, and then Mu Yuan led people to realize them. But then there should be people who need to do other work.

"Xiao Yao, do you want to establish a special organization, or a sect similar to Caishang Sect?" He Qianqing asked.

"No, I am not trying to establish a sect, but a group. A large-scale commercial organization that can involve many aspects. When it is basically perfected, you can buy things using Xunlian and stay where you are. You can receive things. For example, if you suddenly want to eat some delicious food, you can buy it with Xunlian at home, and you can get it when you go out after a while. Or you can listen to the performance of a famous actress on Xunlian as long as you pay a certain amount. Singing, you can play chess with your friends without having to meet each other." Yang Yuyao replied, his beautiful eyes shining for the future he envisioned.

He originally didn't want to go to so much trouble and do so much. He just wanted to roughly build a prototype of the network, and let the other monks do the rest. But since other monks are really not very good. Then he can only come in person.

"Dongfeng Logistics and Haina Bank are also included?" He Qianqing asked, Yang Yuyao nodded, and He Qianqing laughed. "As a teacher, I am extremely looking forward to it."