Sword Men's Guide to Re-Employment

How did the leader of Vongola from the parallel world, Tsunayoshi Sawada, know?

Nature is felt.

It seems that from a certain day, the boulder suppressed in Nan Chuan You's heart seemed to be removed.

At that time, Sawada Tsunayoshi had already guessed, but it was not confirmed until now.

"There was no way to ask before, as if there were some rules and restrictions." Tsunayoshi Sawada briefly explained.

"Yes, yes, yes." Thinking of the experience of saying something to A Gang but being unable to make a sound, Yu Nanchuan nodded in approval.

"I wanted to say it at first,? But... alas." Nanchuan Youxiao said, but his thoughts quickly returned to the information in his hand.

"Hey,? By the way,? Are you busy now?" Nanchuan Yu put the handwritten plan in front of Sawada Tsunayoshi, "I have an idea,? Do you think he is realistic?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi nodded, and closed the pen that was almost finished writing in his hand.

Although Nanchuan Yu was a little curious about the mysterious little book, he had no intention of probing people's privacy.

"It's like this. I want to call for essays on a platform." Nan Chuanyou briefly explained the current difficulties encountered by the company, and then explained his own thoughts.

"As long as you want,? Of course you can." Tsunayoshi Sawada said in a firm tone. This kind of confidence and determination is the confidence accumulated over the years as a leader.

So after hearing Nanchuan You's plan, he and Huashan Wenren and Jimu Qingren had different opinions on Nanchuan You's unconstrained ideas, and he voted strongly in favor of it.

Nanchuan Yu couldn't help feeling emotional, and saw Tsunayoshi Sawada pull out a piece of paper, picked up a pen and began to write and draw.

"You can list the goals first, and then list the difficulties you may face for this, try to be comprehensive, and write down all objections if you have any objections."

"The consideration in advance is as detailed as possible, so as to reduce the risk when facing difficulties."

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Along with Sawada Tsunayoshi's narration, Nanchuan Yu's thinking gradually became clear.He nodded seriously, took a pen to record Sawada Tsunayoshi's point of view, fully absorbed and recorded, a general direction was gradually perfected in Nanchuan Yu's mind.

Seeing the boy's well-behaved appearance, Sawada Tsunayoshi reached out and rubbed the soft top of his head.

"In the second grade of middle school, although you are still young, you are mature in mind, and it is not too late to exercise now."

Being praised by the mature Tsunayoshi Sawada, Nanchuan Yuu felt an inexplicable swelling in his body.

He stroked his hair with a smile: "I am encouraged, I will work hard."

"Keep going..." Tsunayoshi Sawada hadn't finished speaking when he heard Yuu Nanchuan, who had squinted his eyes, speak again.

"Yes, keep working hard! Earlier, Bao En suggested that I go to practice to improve my strength. I think what he said is very reasonable."

"Ah, Mr. Li Baoen." Tsunayoshi Sawada nodded, and rubbed the hand on Nanchuan Yu's head again, "Li Bao En is a wise man, what he said must be right."

Seeing Yu Nanchuan nodding in agreement like a chicken pecking at rice, Tsunayoshi Sawada swallowed the last sentence.

Well, but...

Reborn's suggestion is usually extraordinarily difficult to achieve.

The two chatted and laughed for a while, and Nanchuan Yu devoted himself to the work of listing the problems.

Among them are the opposing views of Huashan and Jimu who raised objections before.

When the list was almost finished, Nan Chuan rubbed his temples leisurely, looking at the large page full of paper in front of him, especially feeling insufficient.

He looked up at the young man with his head down and his eyes down, the light from the window surrounded him, and his short brown hair seemed to be inlaid with a layer of gold.

Really...

Like the little prince in the sun.

Through Sawada Tsunayoshi in front of him, Nanchuan Yu seemed to think that many years later.

Would Ah Gang be the same, sitting behind the desk seriously, dealing with documents.

Sure enough, men who work hard are the most handsome.

Nanchuan You patted his slightly flushed cheeks, and quietly opened the door to leave.

Sawada Tsunayoshi from the parallel world has already helped him a lot, since the other party is still immersed in work, he is embarrassed to disturb him.

Thinking of the objection that Sawada Tsunayoshi said, Nanchuan Yu decided to find someone in Honmaru.

There are quite a few knives in this pill, some just came back to rest when it was time to go out, some got tired of staying outside, and naturally some never left this pill.

After all, although everyone is a swordsman, the difference in personality is not small.

Passing through various buildings in Honmaru, Yu Nanchuan's footsteps suddenly stopped in front of a house with lush vegetation.

Looking at the black knife emblem at the door of the house, Nanchuan Yu recognized the identity of the owner of the room.

It belongs to Zuo Wenwen's family, Zong San.

Knocking on the door and hearing the voice of the man inside, Nanchuan Yu pushed the door open.

Zongsan Zuowenzi has long pink hair that hangs loosely behind him. He is wearing a monk robe of the same color. The whole person looks full of temptation, but also has a hint of holiness.

"Master, why do you have time to come here?"

The air was filled with a touch of sandalwood, and through the curling smoke, Nan Chuanyou saw a pool of white lotus budding outside the window.

In the house opposite Zongsan, Jiang Xue Zuowen didn't leave, and stayed silent all the time.

"Ah, I just wrote a plan, and I want you to help me find out what's wrong." Nan Chuan You handed the blank paper that he had written all morning to Zong San Zuo Wen.

Taking the white paper, Zong San looked down at the content on the paper with left words.

Nanchuan Yu looked around for the layout of the room. Unlike other sword rooms in Honmaru, which were full of convenient modern items, Sozo's room still maintained the most traditional Japanese layout.

He... seems to have trapped himself in the era in which he was born.

Seeing this, Nan Chuanyou said worriedly, "Zongsan, why don't you go out for a stroll?"

"Because everything is already known, and there is nothing to see." Zong San looked down at the words on the notebook in his hand, his tone showing a bit of carelessness.

"How can it be the same?" Nanchuan Yu didn't understand very much, "Isn't this era completely different from Japan's Sengoku era?"

"It's the same, human beings, human desires, even after thousands of years, will be the same."

"Ah, this." Nanchuan Yu didn't know how to answer.

The difference in his mouth refers to the development of science and technology and the environment of the new era, while the consistency in Zongsan's mouth refers to human beings.

There is nothing wrong with Nanchuan Yu and Zong Sanzuo's views, but they have slightly different perspectives on the problem.

Nan Chuanyou opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

The swords in Honmaru each have their own personalities, and their different personalities create their unique charms.

Although I also hope that Zuo Wenwen's family will be happier, Nanchuan Yu is not a person who will use "for your own good" as an excuse to force the swordsmen to change their nature.

After sitting for a while, Nan Chuan got up and turned around, and found that Zuo Wenwen's family was missing one person.

"What about Xiaoye?"

Without raising his head, Zong San turned over the last page and raised his head: "If you ask the swordsmen for their opinions on these, they must not have any."

"Eh?"

"We are swords...but weapons in the hands of men, we..."

Witnessing the low pressure surrounding Zong San's left writing, Nan Chuan You took a deep breath, and put his palm heavily on Zong San's shoulder.

"Owner?"

"That's not true!" Nan Chuan Yu patted Zong San on the shoulder of Zuo Wenwen, "You are Fu Sangshen now, so naturally you are different from what you used to be."

"Do what you want, you won't be a prize for everyone to fight for."

Nan Chuanyou knew Zong San's knots, but he also knew that such knots could not disappear suddenly, but could only be gradually subtly affected.

Maybe, it will take a long time.

"Huh?" Zong San just snorted lightly, without expressing his opinion.

However, in response to Shangzong Sanzuo's rejection of the touch, Nanchuan Yu quickly moved his hand away.

Oda Nobunaga had many famous knives back then, and they were all more or less influenced, such as Fudo Yukimitsu, who is known as a little drunkard, and Hasebe, who was known as a small alcoholic, were all influenced by that man, and of course the most affected one It's Zongsan.

Zong San was silent for a long time on his left words, and then he came back from the long memory, and handed back the notebook in his hand to Nanchuan Yu, Zong San spoke lightly.

"I don't have any problems, but if those works need to be screened in the future, it's better to get Honmaru."

"That's right." Nanchuan Yu slammed a fist on the palm of the other, and then quickly wrote down the suggestion.

"Voting + internal selection, uh, a total of two rounds of screening, perfect." Nan Chuanyou nodded and recorded it seriously.

Although he was immersed in his own world, from the corner of his eye, he saw that the examiner carefully recorded his suggestions, Zong San Zuowen's usually indifferent face showed an imperceptible tenderness.

After noticing that Nan Chuan You was writing in a hurry and then stopped writing, Zong San opened his mouth to answer Nan Chuan You's doubts a long time ago: "Xiao Ye was asked by Song Xian to help."

"help?"

Before Nanchuan Yu could figure out what kind of trouble Kasen Kanesada had encountered, he saw Sosan tightening his monk's robes and getting up gracefully and calmly.

"Master God Judge, I'm going to rest."

Nan Chuan You was kicked out of the room with a bewildered expression. Looking at the sun hanging high in the sky, Nan Chuan You suddenly realized.

"Ah, so it's time for lunch break."

Looking down at the information in his hand, and then looking back at Zongsan's saber emblem on the door, Nan Chuanyou was extremely envious, but he eased his steps to leave.

Back home, just as the mobile phone was able to connect to the signal, there were bursts of urgent emails.

Putting down the documents in his hand, Nan Chuan leisurely opened the email.

The email was sent by Wuji Zhenzong. The title of the email is very simple, just three words, a photo of the makeup.

After clicking on the photo, it took a while for the photo to be displayed.

The background of the photo is the dark castle and the collapsed thick walls.

A group of swordsmen that Yuu Nanchuan was familiar with stood in the scene, and the familiar combat uniforms were replaced with the style of Western Fantasy RPG.

"Wow." Holding the phone, Nan Chuanyou exclaimed in admiration.

I'm used to the outstanding appearance of the swordsmen, but suddenly I saw that everyone changed their style, and I felt for a while...

Some excitement!