“Is she Jiang Li, the 80th-generation successor of Tianqing Palace?”
“She’s a heaven-favored talent. No one in Tianqing Palace has better aptitude than her. I heard she recently represented Tianqing Palace in a training stint at the 404 Management Department!”
“Want to make a bet on who’ll win?”
“No question—it’s Jiang Li!”
“Stop the chatter, look!”
Around Jiang Li and Ning Xi, a large empty space had formed.
One in blue, one in white.
Two figures intertwined.
In Jiang Li’s hand was her Natal Magic Artifact—a Fly-whisk.
In Ning Xi’s hand was a promotional booklet for the “Taoist Conference.”
With a sharp cry, Jiang Li’s slightly plump figure froze in place.
Everyone in the venue could clearly see that the promotional booklet in Ning Xi’s hand was only a hair’s breadth away from Jiang Li’s throat.
Slowly raising her hands, Jiang Li looked toward someone in the crowd and said clearly, “I’ve lost.”
Ning Xi casually placed the promotional booklet on a nearby table.
Her stunningly beautiful face remained calm and unperturbed.
“Anyone else want to spar with me?”
The venue fell into complete silence.
Spar with her?
Who would dare?
Do they have a death wish?!
A man in a suit, ignoring the tense atmosphere, strolled leisurely up to Ning Xi as if taking a casual walk. He handed her a business card and asked politely, “Fellow Daoist Ning, hello. I’m Chu Ci, deputy director of the 404 Management Department. Would you be interested in joining us?”
Ning Xi coldly refused, “No.”
Unlike others who knew nothing about Ning Xi, Chu Ci had some understanding of her.
Knowing about her money-loving nature, he tempted her, “After joining the 404 Management Department, you’ll become a state civil servant with a permanent position. Benefits include five insurances and two funds, travel allowances, meal subsidies, housing subsidies, communication subsidies, and more. Additionally, there’s performance pay—at least this much per month.”
Chu Ci held his phone’s memo app right in front of Ning Xi.
Even while living at the Taoist temple, Ning Xi knew that civil service was an excellent choice for many young graduates.
“Are the working hours 9 to 5? Double weekends off? How is annual leave calculated? Are side jobs allowed?”
Suppressing a smile, Chu Ci replied, “You work only when there’s a case. When there’s no case, you’re free. Side jobs are allowed as long as they’re legal. Our 404 Management Department is very friendly—if there’s a suitable side job with good pay, we’ll even recommend it to you.”
The salary was high, the benefits were excellent.
Money-loving Ning Xi was quite tempted.
“I need to discuss it with my Master before giving you an answer.”
Chu Ci pulled up his WeChat QR code and said, “Then, Fellow Daoist Ning, how about adding me on WeChat first? It’ll be easier to stay in touch.”
Ning Xi scanned Chu Ci’s WeChat QR code with her phone. Only then did she take out her own phone and, under the watchful eyes of countless fellow Daoists, stride elegantly out of the venue.
Jiang Li walked up to Chu Ci and asked, “Director Chu, will she agree?”
Chu Ci gave a faint, noncommittal smile.
Little Ning Xi, who used to be as cute as a small snowball, had already grown up so much.
Moreover, Ning Xi was someone the boss had specifically requested.
If he failed this task…
Thinking of the boss, Chu Ci shuddered and couldn’t help but despair: his life would become a living hell!
“Recruiting her into the 404 Management Department is one of my tasks at this Taoist Conference.”
Ning Xi added a proper note to Chu Ci's WeChat: "Deputy Director Chu, 404 Management Office."
She hailed a ride-hailing car by the roadside.
As soon as the car stopped, Ning Xi checked the license plate and got in.
Just as she was about to close the door, a tall man with pink-dyed hair scrambled into the car as if fleeing for his life.
Lu Ziye, while taking off his mask, shouted at the driver, "Brother Huang, drive fast! I've been recognized by fans!"
Ding…
The second fiancé has logged in!