The table is still the same table, made of solid wood, and nicely decorated.
But now, there was a small, clear hole in it, and a fly was fluttering its tattered wings and crawling all over it.
They saw Fang Zong's toothpick pierce the fly's two wings with pinpoint accuracy, and the remaining force even penetrated the table. His accuracy and penetrating power were beyond the level of an ordinary military general, and their gazes towards Fang Zong became exceptionally meaningful.
Fang Zong angrily retorted, "I am not Dongfang Bubai!"
Li Xiaoran nodded and continued to sip her porridge.
Xue Nuo became curious and excitedly exclaimed, "Teach me embroidery, how to embroider with a needle, and how to fight!"
Fang Zong was speechless. He had already said that he was not Dongfang Bubai.
Having gleaned two suturing techniques from the female ghost, his neurosurgical suturing had reached level five, and his fingers were already incredibly dexterous. Add to that a flying needle user manual (white), and a green item that had advanced to the same skill level, and Fang Zong suddenly felt…
"Ahem, I'll teach you when I have time." He gave up on explaining.
However, just as he ordered a pot of tea and was about to drink it, someone suddenly came up behind him and placed a warm hand on his shoulder.
The other person sat down beside him, smiling as they looked at him, and exclaimed, "Excellent acupuncture technique!"
Fang Zong sized up the other person. He was a middle-aged man, somewhat sickly, with a slightly pale face, but very enthusiastic. He was enthusiastic not only towards him, but also towards Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo.
"My name is Gu Zizai."
As soon as one of them introduced himself, Li Xiaoran's eyes lit up, and Xue Nuo even jumped up.
"Sit down, sit down, no need to be so polite. I suppose this cute little girl must be the Explosion Girl, transferred from headquarters. She's really beautiful. And this one is the Eight-Armed Rakshasa. Ugh, I can't stand your chill. Spare me."
Gu Zizai chuckled, then looked at Fang Zong: "Everyone says you're a good support, but I don't think so. The matter of Gongsun Ke's broken leg, coupled with this beautiful acupuncture technique, makes you seem more and more impressive and pleasing to the eye. Sigh, the young man's spirit is truly heroic. What can compare to the yellow blossoms and red calyxes? Unless one wears a golden seal at the waist and sits surrounded by beautiful women, only then can one truly express their feelings, drinking a thousand cups in one go… Truly a hero, truly a great man!"
A barrage of flattery, spanning both ancient and modern times, burst forth.
Fang Zong curled his lip: "I think I'm more like Dongfang Bubai."
Gu Zizai: "..."
Speechless, speechless. Gu Zizai thought to himself, "You just said you weren't Dongfang Bubai, and after I praised you a couple of times, you shut me down. Do you really not treat the county magistrate like a king?"
Besides, his official rank is much higher than that of a county magistrate—far higher!
Fang Zong continued to smile; he knew who Gu Zizai was.
First of all, he was an ordinary person, not a military general.
But this very person rose to become the second-in-command of the North China Branch, and was known as "a hero whose origins are irrelevant, once caught, is hard to escape."
Listen to this, an ordinary person has a longer title than a military general.
Gu Zizai wasn't angry. The awkwardness vanished instantly, replaced by an expression of admiration for Fang Zong: "Come on, it seems you know who I am. Let's get straight to the point. I like you. Don't stay cooped up in Shancheng. Come to the North China branch. All your debts will be wiped clean, all your benefits will be doubled, and you'll have me as your good friend."
"No way." Fang Zong refused decisively.
If we're talking about adventure, he's willing to travel all over the country or even the world, see the scenery, taste the food, and even pet some pretty ghosts—it's quite enjoyable.
But if he's going to the North China branch, what's he doing coming all the way from Taiwan? Aren't the female generals of the Yang family prettier than some middle-aged man?
Without giving Gu Zizai a chance to persuade him, he waved his hand and said, "Let's talk about the 'eighty years' matter first. You came quite quickly. I gave you the news last night. You traveled over a thousand miles and arrived early this morning. And judging from the situation, you've thoroughly investigated the 'eighty years' as well, haven't you?"
Gu Zizai laughed and said, "I know a little bit, the rest I'll leave to Gongsun Ke."
"What?" Fang Zong's eyes widened.
"Don't rush." Gu Zizai took out a goose feather fan, waved it, and said with a leisurely smile, "You said you would wait until he figured things out before healing his legs. If you ask me, I'm just like you, waiting for him to figure things out too."
"Wait until he figures out what?"
"He's figured out how to be a person now." Gu Zizai casually ate some pastries, saying as he ate, "I brought Gongsun Ke to the North China Branch. I told him then that when he figured things out, I wouldn't let him be a henchman anymore, but a real manager. I gave him the authority for this operation to see if he would learn his lesson from you and become more restrained, and know how to be a person."
Upon hearing this, Fang Zong's eyes flickered: "What if he doesn't restrain himself?"
Gu Zizai's breath hitched, and he lowered his head, saying, "Then I guess I was blind!"
"And then?" Fang Zong pressed.
Gu Zizai took a deep breath and said, "Then I will beg you to heal him, kowtow to you, force you to heal him, and then make him a henchman for life, to die on the battlefield sooner or later. If he goes against you, I will kill him!"
"You're ruthless!" Fang Zong gritted his teeth.
Gu Zi was ruthless not only to Gongsun Ke, but to everyone, including himself.
Gu Zizai has a good reputation. If Fang Zong were to kneel down, Fang Zong would incur public wrath and face setbacks everywhere. Furthermore, Gu Zizai's reputation has been damaged by his suppression of Gongsun Ke, making it much more difficult for him to recruit talented individuals.
As the saying goes, "killing three birds with one stone," but he killed three people with one arrow, including himself!
"Want to come work for the North China branch?" Gu Zizai laughed again.
"Get out!" Fang Zong decisively turned his face away.
After dinner, everyone tacitly went to the old street. From a high-rise building, they observed the diverse lives of people in the old street of the county town.
Fang Zong also noticed that the antique charm of the place was quite unique, attracting many tourists to linger and take photos, and that film and television productions were also filming there. One female celebrity looked familiar and drew a large crowd of onlookers.
Fang Zong wasn't a fan of celebrities, so he didn't pay attention to them. His gaze shifted away and landed on a woman coming out of the store.
The woman wore a white silk dress with fine pleats and large black-rimmed glasses. She looked rather plain, but her figure was curvaceous, and she was like a refreshing sight as she walked down the street.
She seemed out of place with her surroundings, living in her own world.
Gu Zizai said, "Her name is Bai Su, and she is twenty-eight years old this year. There is no problem with her place of origin, nor with her personality. The only problem is that she was confirmed to be dead in a medical accident at Jining County Hospital."
"Dead?" Fang Zong asked, puzzled.
As the dragon's male energy filled his eyes, he could see the aura on Bai Su that belonged exclusively to the living; she was clearly a living person.
And what does being 28 years old have to do with '80 years'?
"Did you get the wrong person?" Fang Zong asked.
Gu Zizai frowned and shook his head, about to reply, when suddenly, a spray of blood shot out from Bai Su's chest.
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