Fantasy Westward Journey: My Big Anchor System

Feng Jun was not in a hurry to redeem the points, but planned to keep them first and redeem them when he had enough points.

Feng Jun had completed the 300-ring mission all night last night and was already extremely sleepy. He ate something quickly and then lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Not long after I fell asleep, my cell phone rang.

I dialed the phone in a daze, and a slightly mature male voice came from it.

"Hello, sir. I am Xiao Xiao, a salesman from Nanxiang Excavator Company. Would you like to buy an excavator?"

"I'm not interested in buying an excavator." Feng Jun said and hung up the phone.

He closed his eyes again, but after only a few tens of seconds, the cell phone rang again. Feng Jun answered the call again in a daze.

Before the other party could speak, Feng Jun was the first to shout: "I said, I don't buy an excavator. If you dare to call me again, I will kill you."

After saying that, he hung up the phone without waiting for the other party to speak.

At the same time, at the Lancheng High-speed Railway Station, a delicate girl wearing a pure white printed short-sleeved shirt stared at the hung up phone in a daze, and a hint of doubt appeared on her delicate face.

"Why is this guy so fierce? He is totally different from when he was live streaming. And I'm not selling excavators." Shen Lin'er looked at her phone, and a look of aggrievedness suddenly appeared on her delicate face.

Shen Lin'er learned the day before yesterday that Feng Jun was planning to recruit an assistant, so she contacted Feng Jun immediately, and successfully started a conversation with Feng Jun, and even got Feng Jun's phone number.

Like many people today, Shen Lin'er is an ordinary Fantasy Westward Journey player. Shen Lin'er had come into contact with this game as early as three or four years ago.

However, after the game Fantasy Westward Journey was shut down by various tricks planned by the planners, Shen Liner stopped playing Fantasy Westward Journey. She started working from nine to five like many people, busy with her life.

But when she saw Fantasy Westward Journey launched again, Shen Lin'er's love for it once again emerged from her heart.

Especially when I was watching Feng Jun's live broadcast a few days ago and heard that Feng Jun was planning to hire an assistant, I contacted Feng Jun immediately. Relying on my experience as an assistant in the past two years, my own academic qualifications, and my understanding of the game Fantasy Westward Journey.

Shen Lin'er quickly passed the first preliminary test and excitedly took the high-speed train from Jiangcheng to Lancheng last night.

In Shen Lin'er's mind, if she could do a job related to Fantasy Westward Journey, it would definitely be the most wonderful thing. What's more, Shen Lin'er was also moved by the salary offered by Feng Jun. A base salary of 6,000 yuan a month plus commission is considered a good treatment nowadays.

You have to know that when Shen Lin'er was an office assistant in the company, she worked from 9 am to 9 pm every month and had to work overtime from time to time, but she only made five or six thousand yuan a month.

Now that she can engage in a job related to Fantasy Westward Journey and the salary and benefits are not low at all, Shen Lin'er is naturally very excited.

But after she dialed Feng Jun's number and heard Feng Jun cursing on the phone, Shen Lin'er's heart began to waver.

"Let's make another call. We have to go and check it out no matter what, otherwise the high-speed rail fare will be wasted." Shen Lin'er muttered softly, and then dialed Feng Jun's number again.

After a busy tone, the phone was connected, and Feng Jun's vicious voice came from the other end of the phone: "Are you crazy? Calling people to buy excavators so early in the morning?"

Hearing Feng Jun's voice, Shen Lin'er glanced at the phone number and found that it was not dialed. Fearing that Feng Jun would hang up again, she hurriedly said, "Mr. Feng, I'm Shen Lin'er. I talked to you on Douyin the day before yesterday. Didn't you ask me to come for an interview today? Here I am. I'm at Lancheng High-speed Railway Station.

When is it convenient for you, I can come to see you?"

When he heard the clear and pleasant voice coming from the other end of the phone, Feng Jun sat up from the bed in shock and his confused eyes immediately opened.

Only then did Feng Jun realize that he had scolded the wrong person, and he also remembered that he seemed to have made an appointment with Shen Lin'er today.

"Ahem, Shen Lin'er, I remember you. We had an appointment that day. Sorry, I didn't expect you to come so early. I was just disturbed by the two guys selling excavators.

Are you at the high-speed rail station now? Um, how about this, you take a taxi to Zhiheng Tobacco and Wine in the city center, I'll be there now, and we'll talk when we meet." Feng Jun scratched his head awkwardly.

I didn't expect Shen Lin'er to come so early, nor did I expect Shen Lin'er to call me by chance. I seemed to have accidentally scolded her just now.

"Okay, then let's wait at Zhiheng Tobacco and Wine." Shen Lin'er also breathed a sigh of relief.

After hanging up the phone, Feng Jun was no longer sleepy. He quickly got up, washed up, and rode his electric scooter towards the fat man's tobacco and alcohol shop.

The tobacco shop had just opened its doors. Zhao Zhiheng was sitting by the counter, yawning. His wife, Li Cuiting, was holding little Mingyuan and feeding him porridge by the coffee table.

The little guy was sharp-eyed. As soon as he saw Feng Jun, he jumped out of Li Cuiting's arms and came to Feng Jun with happy little feet.

"Uncle Feng, you're here." The little guy liked Feng Jun very much. His face was full of joy when he saw Feng Jun. The baby voice was particularly comfortable to hear.

"Well, have you had breakfast?" Feng Jun hugged Xiao Mingyuan in his arms and teased the little guy.

"Yes, I have. Mom cooked porridge, but it's not tasty. Uncle Feng, do you want to try it?" Xiao Mingyuan said in a baby voice.

"I don't want it. I'm not hungry." Feng Jun waved his hands hurriedly.

"Brother Jun, why are you here so early in the morning? What are you doing? Are you going to buy some groceries later? I'll ask Xiaoting to prepare two of her signature dishes for lunch today? We can have some." Zhao Zhiheng also hurried to Feng Jun's side at this time, looking at Feng Jun who appeared at the door of his store early in the morning with some confusion.

"No, no, no, I have an assistant. I am dying of headache just dealing with all the messages during these live broadcasts. There are hundreds or even thousands of messages every day, and I can't keep up. The audience who provided resources often waited for a long time but couldn't get in line.

Today, a girl happened to come from Jiangcheng. I talked to her before. She is very familiar with Fantasy and has worked as an assistant before. So I thought of getting her here to help me deal with some things. "Feng Jun waved his hand and said.