"No way," the young monk said with a sly smile, "we're just having an awards ceremony for our 'A Little Progress Every Day' company!"
Jiang Yixing looked downstairs and, sure enough, there was a big red banner hanging there—"Making a Little Progress Every Day: The Company is Holding its Semi-Annual Voting Meeting!"
With his 5.0 vision, Jiang Yixing saw an old man passing by downstairs looking at the name with a slightly confused expression. He pulled over a young man waiting in line next to him and asked, "Young man, is this the name of your company?"
The young man at the second level of Qi Refining scratched his head. "Yeah."
The old man looked regretful. "This doesn't seem like a legitimate company! Young man, you're so handsome, why don't you do something better?"
The young cultivator immediately waved his hand, "No! Uncle! It's a legitimate company!"
The old man clearly didn't believe him, his face showing an expression that said, "You've already been tricked," and then asked, "Did you go to university? Which university did you graduate from?"
The cultivator was also a little confused by the old man's thought process, and weakly said, "Master H..."
The old man suddenly took half a step back, his face showing a look of extreme shock.
He couldn't understand why such a good college graduate would end up in this kind of business. The old man's expression changed several times, and in the end, he just patted the cultivator on the shoulder, said nothing, and left.
The monk's friend asked, "What's wrong with that uncle? He seems lost and distraught."
The cultivator himself was confused. "I don't know, but I didn't let anything slip. I'm a good person when it comes to keeping secrets, okay?"
Jiang Yixing's temples throbbed as he watched the farce unfold. The eccentric style of the entire alliance was strikingly similar to Ji Fu's.
"Let's go, let's go, let's go to the hall."
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