Full-Level Fierce Person-Chapter 64 Social Engagements
64: 64 Social Engagements
64: 64 Social Engagements
As they were speaking, a young servant in blue hurried over, nodding and bowing as he said, “Lords, the master has prepared a banquet; he invites you to come and dine.”
Ding Zhigang’s lips tightened, and he raised an eyebrow before laughing, “Little brother, the Lord County Magistrate is hosting this banquet to welcome and cleanse you from your journey.
Let’s go, let’s head over quickly.”
“Alright!”
Fang Zhixing walked quickly, taking the opportunity to ask, “Brother Ding, the County Magistrate and I are merely acquaintances; why is he treating me so generously?
Is it his natural disposition or is there another reason?”
Ding Zhigang was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, “Little brother, you’re not aware, a thousand troops are easy to get, but one general is hard to find.
The County Magistrate is desperate for talent; he has been searching for a master archer like you for more than a year.”
Fang Zhixing raised an eyebrow, “Just to establish this Archers’ Camp?”
“Exactly!”
Ding Zhigang nodded, sighing, “Alas, chaotic times are upon us; rebels swarm like bees, bandits become outlaws, and mobs burn, kill, and loot.
Everyone is in danger, and battles are breaking out everywhere, the situation is rapidly deteriorating.
At such times, whoever has elite soldiers and good generals will stand taller!
An archery unit with exquisite skill can match three times, four times, or even five times the number of infantry and cavalry.
Even a powerful martial artist could be pierced through the heart by random arrows—who would dare underestimate archers?
Brother, honestly, with your archery skills, you’d be sought after anywhere.
If the County Magistrate doesn’t recruit you quickly, you might end up running off to someone else.”
Fang Zhixing suddenly understood and glanced at Xigou, communicating telepathically, “Did you hear that?
Are you still suspicious?
The position of Archery Instructor was won by my own ability!
The current market favors the archery profession!”
Xigou walked with his head down and replied in a muffled voice, “Time will tell.
Anyway, I think all the powerful clans and nobles are up to no good, let’s just wait and see.”
“Pfft!”
Fang Zhixing curled his lip, scoffing dismissively, “You’ve worked jobs before, do you think any boss is a good person?
Did you work because you liked a particular boss?
If Luo Peiyun is a good person, then I can be harmless as well; but if Luo Peiyun has schemes against me, then I’ll show him just how terrifying I can be.
In any case, I’m here to achieve something.
Work politics?
You think you know more than me?
Without being ruthless, you won’t stand firm; without being cunning, you won’t reach the peak!”
Xigou disagreed, “Your philosophy is outdated.
I don’t need to work at all, my girlfriend works for me, you get it?”
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The sunset spread a golden glow.
Butler Wen Yuwen stepped into the second wife’s chamber, looked up, and noticed there were four people inside.
The still-charming second wife, her son Luo Kezhao, the second wife’s elder brother Dong Mingxuan, and his son, Dong Xianrong.
Before Wen Yuwen could even bow, the second wife couldn’t wait to say, “Old Wen, have you heard?
The master gave the position of Archery Instructor to that newcomer, what’s his name.”
Luo Kezhao reminded, “His name is Fang Zhixing.”
Upon hearing this, Wen Yuwen glanced at the Dong father and son, his heart filled with helplessness.
The position of Archery Instructor was something the Dong father and son had long coveted and were watching closely.
Dong Mingxuan, the second wife’s blood brother, was eager for his son Dong Xianrong’s future and had been working hard on arranging this.
Of course, the second wife didn’t miss any opportunity to whisper in the master’s ear.
However, the master knew Dong Xianrong all too well and naturally couldn’t entrust such an important position to a good-for-nothing.
He replied cautiously, “This servant has also just heard of this, it’s quite surprising indeed.”
The second wife was indignant, “There’s a saying ‘keep the wealth within one’s own family.’ What merit or ability does Fang Zhixing have to be treated so favorably by the master?
He couldn’t possibly be the master’s illegitimate son, could he!”
Wen Yuwen managed a wry smile, “The servant doesn’t know the details.
All I’ve heard is that Fang Zhixing’s archery is extraordinary, and that has won him the master’s favor.”
“Extraordinary archery?
How skilled is he?” the second wife asked.
Wen Yuwen’s expression grew serious as he solemnly said, “From one hundred meters away, his strong bow breaks armor without fail.”
As soon as these words came out!
The second wife fell silent at once.
Such formidable archery skills indeed far surpassed the ordinary, not something Dong Xianrong’s rash techniques could compare with.
Seeing this, Dong Mingxuan said with a laugh, “Since ancient times, military power has been safest only when held in one’s own hands.
Handing over three hundred archers to an outsider—what if he harbors ill intentions?
Wouldn’t that lead to disaster?
“In my opinion, even if Fang Zhixing’s archery is exceptional, he should start with a deputy position and gradually be observed for his loyalty, then promoted according to the extent of his contributions.”
“Exactly, exactly!”
The second wife nodded again and again, then turned to Luo Kezhao and said, “Son, your father listens to you the most.
You must talk to him; how can we let our own family bend over backward for outsiders?”
Dong Mingxuan added, “Kezhao, if your cousin becomes the Archery Instructor, those three hundred archers will then be your trusted aides.”
Luo Kezhao nodded and said, “Mother, uncle, rest assured, I have it all figured out.”
Wen Yuwen bowed his head, with eyes lowered and mind focused inward.
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Fang Zhixing and Ding Zhigang entered the hall.
Looking around, the hall was set up with individual narrow tables, arrayed in two rows, spaced apart from each other.
Next to each table stood a young maid, holding a wine jug.
“Tsk, tsk, a table for each person to dine.”
Fang Zhixing had only seen this kind of imposing banquet setup in TV dramas.
Almost at the same time, Lu Anfu arrived at the hall with three others, his face all smiles as he greeted with a clasped hand, “Chief Constable Ding, Instructor Fang.”
“Hall Master Lu!”
Fang Zhixing and Ding Zhigang responded with enthusiasm.
Lu Anfu introduced the two men and one woman beside him to Fang Zhixing, saying, “These three are Incense Masters of my Iron Casting Hall.
This is ‘Iron Claw’ Ye Hengchang, this is ‘Mystic Finger’ Xu Dazhi, and this is ‘Little Inch Force’ Lv Peipei.”
All three Incense Masters were middle-aged, Ye Hengchang was burly and robust, Xu Dazhi had a scholarly air, and Lv Peipei was stout with a bun that resembled Nezha’s.
Fang Zhixing hurriedly exchanged greetings, and the three Incense Masters were also very polite.
Before long, Luo Peiyun and Luo Kezhao entered the hall.
“Greetings to the Lord County Magistrate and the young master!”
Everyone greeted them solemnly, full of formal ceremony.
Luo Peiyun took his seat and said with a cheerful smile, “No need for formalities, sit down, everyone, sit.”
“Thank you, Lord County Magistrate.” The guests dispersed and sat down in their respective places.
Suddenly, Fang Zhixing felt an unusual gaze upon him; glancing over, he discovered that it was Luo Kezhao watching him.
For some reason, there was a look of disdain in Luo Kezhao’s eyes.
A flicker of unease crossed Fang Zhixing’s mind, but he remained composed.
Luo Peiyun raised his glass and smiled, “Come, let us all toast to Instructor Fang, to welcome and cleanse him from his journey.”
“Instructor Fang, please.” All the guests raised their glasses in unison.
Fang Zhixing stood and raised his glass, his face full of sincerity, “I thank the Lord County Magistrate for his support, and wish him success in all his endeavors.”
He drank it down in one gulp. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
The alcohol flowed down his throat, producing a burning sensation that perfectly underscored the festive atmosphere of the banquet.
