There seems to be something wrong with the fairy world

As an elderly person, Mr. Qiao has a very regular bedtime, falling asleep on time at ten o'clock in the evening.

"Grandpa, grandpa, wake up!" Qiao Jiaoran eagerly pushed the old man with all her might, "Qing Lan is here, and she's bringing the chief lord with her!"

Mr. Qiao's drowsiness was swept away immediately, and he sat up from the bed suddenly with round eyes: "What did you say!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, they are waiting in the reception hall!" Qiao Jiaoran said anxiously, "I don't know if something went wrong in the training hall, and it even alarmed the chief!"

Mr. Qiao put on his clothes tremblingly, and various bad thoughts flashed through his mind.

"Go and serve tea, and take a look at the expressions of the two of them!" Mr. Qiao washed his face seriously: "By the way, prepare the jade wall passed down from the family."

Qiao Jiaoran blinked: "Grandpa, do you dare to bribe the Chief?"

"What kind of bribery? It's called friendly exchanges between races!" Mr. Qiao wiped his face with some heartache: "As long as the training center is safe and sound, even if it means risking my life, I must do it!"

Qiao Jiaoran looked at the old man with complicated emotions, stepped forward and hugged the grandfather who had been leaning towards her tightly, and resolutely left the room.

Seeing Qiao Jiaoran leave, old man Qiao sighed a little, picked up a wooden comb to smooth his silver hair, he is old after all, and the future belongs to these young people.I must do what I can do well to pave the way for my children and grandchildren, and the practice hall is definitely a key point, not only for my children and grandchildren, but also for the entire human race.

"Grandpa, grandpa!" Qiao Jiaoran ran in again in a panic.

"He's such an old man, and he doesn't know how to be calm!" Mr. Qiao still had the aftertaste of emotion in his heart. The more he looked at Qiao Jiaoran, the more he felt uneasy. He was in his twenties, and he was still so reckless!

"Yubi is ready, I just went to serve tea, Qing Lan and the chief..."

"How do they look?" the old man asked hastily.

"Qing Lan is still the same as usual, cold and cold. Chief, his face is a little red. When I went, he was approaching Qing Lan, whispering something. When he saw me coming, he stopped talking." Qiao Jiaoran's face was full of grievances.

Old Man Qiao glanced helplessly at his grandson, and after thinking about what Qiao Jiaoran said, the old man gained some confidence.

"Let's go, let's go meet No. 1 of the biological machine family." The old man straightened his back.

Desting and Qinglan sat side by side in their seats upright, and Desting's two robotic arms pretended to be natural and stretched behind Qinglan, gently playing with Qinglan's hair.

Seeing Mr. Joe arrive, Desting's expression became serious, as usual, with a cold and hard face.

"Your Excellency has come from a long way, and we are welcome from afar." Mr. Qiao walked quickly to Desting and held out his hand.

Desting stood up imposingly and shook hands with the old man.

Mr. Qiao looked at Desting's two extremely uncoordinated robotic arms hanging down behind Qinglan's back. He didn't make a sound, but still looked enthusiastic: "I don't know if the chief lord is coming to the humble house at night, what advice can you give?"

Desting's face softened slightly: "It's about Taoism."

Mr. Qiao's heart skipped a beat, but he still kept a smile on his face: "Come on, Mr. Chief, let's sit down and talk slowly."

Desting returned to his seat, and glanced calmly at Qing Lan who was sipping tea.

"About the application form before Xuanmen, was it you who wrote it?" Desting picked up the teacup in front of him, imitating Qinglan, and took a sip.

"It was written by the old man." Mr. Qiao stared at the powerful two people opposite him, and couldn't sit still.

"There are many mistakes in it, but in order to save time, I personally corrected some of them before the registration office passed." Desting slowly turned on his optical computer, quickly found the file about Xuanmen, and opened it for Mr. Qiao to read.

"The nature of Taoism you wrote is a commercial martial arts gym, but the source of income is social donations. There are only three professional teachers. Others don't mention it. This girl has just grown up and is studying at school, and she majors in culture. , there is no teacher certificate, and you have not given too much introduction."

"Moreover, the area of ​​Xuanmen has exceeded 300 square meters, and there is no equipment for fire protection. Finally, if Xuanmen is a martial arts school, students must have insurance. Now Xuanmen has more than [-] online and offline registered students. In terms of insurance, what are you going to do?"

Old man Qiao was covered in cold sweat when he heard it, and the beads of sweat on his forehead couldn't hold back.

The old man has run two martial arts gyms, but he has no experience in running a training hall. The Taoist professor's gentle meditation and mystic arts are different from ancient martial arts. Grandpa Qiao never thought of buying any insurance.

If in normal times, the establishment of a martial arts school relies on Mr. Qiao's various connections, even if there is something wrong with the documents, there will be no major problems.But now...

Mr. Joe raised his head again and glanced at Desting opposite him, but lost his mind.

"Why don't we close the business for repairs first, and let's complete the documents before opening the door?" Mr. Qiao wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Qinglan turned her head slowly, looking at Desting expressionlessly.

Desting and Qinglan looked at each other innocently, and said with a pause, "I mean there is no need to close down."

"Do you have to close the door?" Mr. Qiao looked helplessly at the man across from him, and his momentum was more than a little short: "This is the first time we opened a training hall, because there was no front row before StarCraft, so we didn't understand many places, many I haven't considered it, but I hope you can give us a chance, we will definitely consider it more carefully this time..."

Feeling that the people around him were getting colder and colder, Desting interrupted Mr. Joe with a serious face: "I mean, you just need a consultant."

Mr. Qiao was stunned, and looked at Desting in disbelief: "Just recruit a consultant?"

"Yes." Desting straightened his collar.

"No problem, I will recruit a consultant tomorrow." Mr. Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.

"I have a suitable candidate." Desting proudly looked at Mr. Joe opposite him.

"Okay, tell me, Chief." Mr. Qiao picked up the teacup with a smile on his face.

"Me." Desting pointed to himself.

The old man's smile froze on his face, the teacup in his hand slipped, was caught by a mechanical claw of Desting, and placed in front of the old man steadily.

Qiao Jiaoran on the side opened her mouth uncontrollably, her eyes widened.

"You, what did you say?" Mr. Qiao asked back in a gaffe.

"This is my doctoral certificate in law, management, and economics." Desting clicked on the personal information on the light curtain: "There is also a certificate of management consultant."

"I am very familiar with interstellar law, and I have working experience as a consultant. When I was the chief interstellar, I received 81% of the public support. I have a professional team that can solve most of the problems after Taoism, and can also According to the characteristics of Xuanmen, a professional publicity model is planned to increase the popularity of Xuanmen, so that more and more people understand Xuanmen, know the details of cultivation, and the system..."

Desting spoke eloquently, causing Mr. Qiao and Qiao Jiaoran to be taken aback for a while.

After signing the recruitment contract and Qing Lan and Desting left, Mr. Qiao was still in a daze.

"What happened just now?" Old Master Qiao asked Qiao Jiaoran in confusion.

"The chief said that it is suggested to change the Xuanmen into a charitable organization, and to be a consultant of the Xuanmen." Qiao Jiaoran twisted himself, wasn't he dreaming?

It was already dark, and Desting drove Qing Lan back to the villa in a private aircraft.

"Qing Lan." Seeing that Qing Lan was about to leave, Desting couldn't help but said, "I'm going to be present at the mobilization meeting for the Green Competition the day after tomorrow."

"Yeah." Qing Lan looked at the people around her, her back was straight, and the twelve mechanical arms were stiff, revealing a hint of nervousness.

"According to the probability calculation of the Ministry of Information, this Green Contest is more beneficial to human beings, so I will participate in the form of Ansair." Desting looked at Qinglan with some anxiety: "Ansair is not very good at fighting When interacting with others, he has a cold personality and likes to be alone."

"Yeah." Qing Lan said lightly.

"If I was indifferent to you during the competition, I hope you will not be angry." Desting's sincere eyes cannot be ignored: "I have always had you in my heart."

Qinglan glanced at Desting lightly: "Are there enough spirit stones?"

Desting subconsciously glanced at the space ring on his hand, nodded hastily: "Enough."

Qing Lan nodded, turned on the aircraft, stepped out, and prepared to leave.

"Qing Lan!" Desting once again stopped the person who was about to leave.

Qinglan turned around and looked down at Desting who was sitting over.

Desting slowly took Qing Lan's hand and kissed the back of Qing Lan's hand, a series of small kisses made Qing Lan feel slightly uncomfortable.

Desting turned over Qing Lan's hand, put his chin in Qing Lan's palm, and when he raised his head, the robotic arm behind him compared to a heart: "I'm yours."

Qing Lan looked down at Desting, her eyes darkened, she silently withdrew her hand, and left a sentence: "See you the day after tomorrow."

Desting watched Qinglan enter the villa, and after closing the aircraft, Desting raised his hand, looked at the delicate ring on his finger, couldn't help but smile, like a child who got sugar, happy and sweet.

Qinglan participated in D.'s mobilization meeting for the second time, and the professional players who had avoided Qinglan before automatically gathered around, exchanging pleasantries.

These bio-robots, under the leadership of Nan Bowan, performed well in the Miao Sikong competition, and united with the human leopard clan. Qing Lan also nodded slightly.

"I heard that the chief lord is coming today!" A bio-robot's frowning face made people laugh.

"It's great that the chief is here, I can see my male god again!" The bio-robot next to him looked happy.

"What, don't you know? The chief is already engaged!"

"Are you kidding me, why don't I know?"

"Yesterday the chief attended a public meeting. Many media outlets took photos of the ring on the chief's ring finger, but yesterday the occasion was serious and no one dared to ask."

"Oh my god, who stole my male god! I'll fight him!"

"Hey, last night, I don't know how many girls in Huaichun were heartbroken and insomnia."

"Who is it? Who can be worthy of my male god! Why can't I think of a suspect!"

"Could it be the princess from the elves? Narville?"

"Could it be Brother Nan?"

"You can shut up, how is it possible!"

Amidst the discussion, Nan Bowan quietly approached Qinglan and took Qinglan to a corner.

"That, Qinglan." Nan Bowan rubbed his hands nervously: "How do human men usually propose to women?"