At noon, in the VIP room of a private restaurant.
Unlike in the United States, the best and most expensive dishes in the East are usually not found in five-star hotels, but in some extremely remote, classical, and historically significant old houses and courtyards.
Fang Zong looked at the eight-foot-long Chinese sturgeon on the table and knew that Meng Laode had gone all out this time. But eating a first-class protected animal, how could you knowingly break the law?
"Put your chopsticks down, eat with confidence. They're home-raised and licensed, so it's not illegal!" Old Man Meng greeted Fang Zong with a smile. "Let me tell you about the benefits of joining the Ghost-Slaying Team. Don't worry, just call me Uncle Meng, and I'll make sure you don't suffer any losses!"
"Does such a thing exist?" Fang Zong suddenly asked, taking out the cleaned-out Yin Rice Bowl.
"Yes!" Old Meng replied crisply, then felt a pang of heartache. He gritted his teeth, took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, and pointed to the pale blue glaze on it, saying, "If you like it, this old man will give it to you. This is a fine piece from the Ming Dynasty imperial kiln, far superior to your broken bowl. Take a look." With that, he put down the small porcelain bottle and had Fang Zong place the Yin Rice Bowl on the table as well.
Fang Zong examined the items closely and noticed that when Old Man Meng placed the two items together, a subtle aura began to flow. Then, with a 'crack', the Yin Rice Bowl cracked and shattered completely.
At the same time, Fang Zong felt that the aura inside the small porcelain bottle had become even stronger.
"Look, this is a half-step level magic artifact, the Yin Gathering Bottle! It absorbs energy faster and more fiercely. If your bowl tried to compete with it, it would shatter instantly!" Old Man Meng shoved the small porcelain bottle into Fang Zong's hands: "Now, can you consider joining us?"
"Please speak," Fang Zong said with a smile, accepting the gift. He'd already given her the treasure, couldn't he at least say a few words?
The key isn't the treasure, it's the attitude! It's not because there are still more than two wisps of evil spirit energy in the Yin-gathering bottle!
The energy is sufficient to break through to the fourth level of the technique.
"Come on, eat! Everyone, eat!" Old Man Meng called out to everyone present, including Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo, then himself and Fang Zong. The others weren't of high enough rank to eat in the main hall. He served Fang Zong some food and said earnestly, "Little Zong, Uncle Meng won't give you any of those fancy things. I'll just talk to you about the benefits and status."
"Please go ahead," Fang Zong said politely, though he wasn't really interested.
Clearly, the Ghostbusters are using him as an assistant, which is no different from the FBI using him as a logistical support. He's already opened his own clinic, working as a doctor, gathering intelligence, and dealing with ghosts. With his ever-growing abilities, his future is bright. There's no need for him to join a government department and be subject to various constraints, right?
"Xiao Zong, this old man can guess what you're thinking." Old Man Meng said patiently, "Freedom is freedom, but even if you're free, your family needs stability, right? We're officially employed civil servants, and our unit is at the national or ministerial level. Once you're in, I guarantee you a starting salary of at least 30,000 yuan a month. There will be various benefits and subsidies during holidays, high temperatures, and low temperatures. You also won't be short of allowances and overtime benefits during missions!"
Old Man Meng kept counting on his fingers, listing all the benefits, "The most important thing is the status. I'll give you a deputy director-level position directly, and if you make any contributions, you'll be promoted to director. You'll have a lot of face in front of your relatives and friends, won't you?"
Upon hearing this, Li Xiaoran remained calm, but Xue Nuo pouted and started shifting her weight around in the chair, unable to sit still any longer.
She's only a deputy director-general level official now. When she joined, she was just a deputy division chief. Fang Zong was a deputy director-general level official as soon as he joined, and he was promoted to director-general level immediately for his merits. Has Old Man Meng lost his mind?
Fang Zong straightened his back, his expression becoming serious. He didn't care much about rank, but his parents and the older generation cared about it the most. They had raised him with great difficulty, and although they didn't expect anything in return, it would be best if he could bring them some prestige.
The level of authority in one's own country is completely different from that of an official in the US FBI!
"Besides, you know about the situation in League of Legends, right? They are all mutated after birth, each one is different, so they don't have the ability to be improved by the system."
Old Man Meng noticed Fang Zong's attitude and, thinking the matter was settled, added fuel to the fire: "Although we martial generals are also born with a power node, thousands of years have passed, and various sects and schools have encompassed almost every type of power. As long as you have a similar power node, I can find a suitable cultivation method for you. Little Zong, although we haven't known each other for long, if you call me Uncle Meng, I won't betray you. Our Ghost Slaying Team doesn't give a damn about a disorganized League of Legends!"
“Fang Zong, what Old Meng said is right. Although the League of Legends and the FBI are powerful, they have fewer modern weapons. On the contrary, our Ghost Killing Team is the strongest.” Although surprised by Fang Zong’s level, Li Xiaoran still chimed in, “The Ghost Killing Team doesn’t care what its teammates have done. As long as they are our brothers and sisters, the Ghost Killing Team treats them all the same.”
"If that's the case, then Uncle Meng and your two sisters will have to take good care of us." Since he couldn't leave the FBI for the time being, Fang Zong was somewhat tempted by this.
"Why be so polite? Once you're on board, you're one of us! We already have two warriors, Xiaoran and I, on Shancheng's side. We're just missing your support!"
Xue Nuo disregarded Fang Zong's rank, filled a large bowl with baijiu, raised it, and said, "Congratulations on joining the Ghost Slayer Team, cheers!"
"Dry……"
Old Meng and the others still had matters to handle afterward, so Fang Zong led his men back.
It was just that around noon tomorrow, I needed to take Fang Zong to visit the unit and complete the formalities. In addition, we also needed to study how to eliminate the ghosts in the old tomb.
When Fang Zong returned to the clinic and went upstairs, he found that all six electronic mahjong tables were full. The large house, which had just been converted from twelve apartments, had attracted many of his old mahjong friends who had come to play.
There were others who hadn't joined in, like Aunt Mei and Aunt Liu, who were talking to Mom.
Aunt Liu started chattering, "Hey, dear sister, you should talk to Xiao Zong. Even though he's rich now, tsk tsk, with this big house and clinic." She smacked her lips enviously and continued, "But a clinic can't compare to a hospital. If you get into a hospital, you can rise through the ranks. In ten years, you can become a department head, and in thirty years, you might even become a hospital director—that's a full-fledged department head! I have connections; I can spend some money and get Xiao Zong in there!"
"With that mouth of yours, can't you say something nice? If I had connections, I could get Xiao Zong all set up for her without spending a penny!" Aunt Mei chimed in, standing up for him.
At this moment, Fang Zong walked over and said, "Dad, Mom, Aunt Mei, Aunt Liu, are you talking? You all keep chatting, I'll go into the room first."
"Wait, come here first, let's talk about your life's most important event!" Aunt Liu, who had "connections," smiled smugly.
"Thank you, Aunt Liu. I'm already at the deputy director level." Fang Zong smiled politely.
There's a difference between close and distant relatives. This Aunt Liu is far inferior to Aunt Mei. Fang Zong didn't care how frightening her words were. He took the Yin-gathering bottle and quickly walked towards his room.
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