"Xiao Wang, come here to help so early!"

The head chef enthusiastically threw an apple to Wang Li.

In the past, Wang Li could always catch the knife accurately. After all, he was a knife dealer.

But this time, Wang Li's reaction was half a beat too slow, and the apple hit Wang Li firmly on the head.

When the chef saw this, he quickly stepped forward to check: "Oh, are you okay?"

Wang Li seemed not to feel the pain, leaned over to pick up the apple, and asked: "What should I do today? Should I still cut radishes as before?"

The head chef patted Wang Li on the shoulder: "Let's forget it for today. You kid is so distracted that you will cut yourself when you turn around." It’s not going to be good.”

Wang Li was anxious: “No, I want to help!”

“Why are you... so surprised today? Is there something wrong? What's on your mind?" The head chef asked with concern.

Wang Li rubbed the apple in his hand, hesitated and said, "My mother is seriously ill."

"This..."

The head chef's face suddenly filled with sympathy and comforted him: "Hey, no wonder you were absent-minded just now. Your mother is seriously ill and you should go back to see her. However, the world is not peaceful recently. If you leave Rongcheng rashly, you may be in danger."

Wang Li sighed, seeming to be adjusting his emotions.

After a while, he smiled: "It's okay, my brother will take care of her. I heard that the president will be back today. When the president comes back, all the problems will be solved, so I will go back to visit. She's an old man."

"Hey, that's right!" the head chef said with a smile, "When the president comes back, we don't have to worry!"

Wang Li came to him At the workstation, he picked up the kitchen knife and picked out a carrot from the vegetable basket.

He gradually stopped smiling, and there seemed to be a struggle in his eyes.

Soon, he made up his mind and cut it off with one knife.

Ding!

The carrot is cut in two.

…

During lunch time, members of the Folklore Research Association went to the canteen one after another to eat.

The food in the cafeteria is free, and the head chef is specially hired by the Lin family. The dishes prepared are full of flavor and flavor, and are even more delicious than those cooked at home.

Therefore, almost no one in the folklore research association would choose to do it themselves.

Zhao Yiyao packed two meals from the canteen and carried them to Wang Jicheng's office.

Wang Ji was busy dealing with various things.He was so worried that when he saw Zhao Yiyao coming over, he didn't even have time to say hello. He just nodded to her and continued to communicate with the person on the phone.

Zhao Yiyao opened the lunch box and ate by herself.

When she almost finished eating, Wang Jixiang ended the call, ran over, quickly opened the lunch box, picked it up and poured a few mouthfuls into his mouth with a spoon.

“Pfft! Cough cough cough!”

Sure enough, I choked.

Zhao Yiyao quickly brought water to Wang Ji and patted his back to comfort him.

Wang Jixiang choked until his face turned red, and he finally regained his breath.

“Damn...it’s all those famous people’s fault for making me angry!”

“What happened again?”
< br />"Another death occurred over in Dongyue. A suona maker and a coffin bearer died."

"They went too far!" Zhao Yiyao couldn't help but think that she was in the Northeast family.

Wang Ji rubbed his eyebrows. He had not rested for two nights.

Then he stared at the clock hanging on the wall for a few seconds and said: "It should be more than an hour before Lao Yan comes back."

Come back soon Well, Lao Yan, everyone is looking forward to you.

Zhao Yiyao wiped her mouth, stood up and said: "I will take people to pick up Zitong."

When Yan Shouyi returns, Lin Zitong will of course be present, and he will come back At that time, when the folk sects faced the famous sects head-on, Lin Zitong would play a very important role in it.

At this moment, the two of them suddenly heard a commotion outside!

The expressions of the two changed and they hurriedly opened the door and walked out.

Several members of the Folklore Research Association hurried over and started shouting from a dozen meters away:

"Vice President, those people are knocking on the door!"

No need to ask, Wang Jichang also knew who was coming.

Aren’t they just those people who, under the guise of famous families, act in a shady manner? !

Wang Jixiang had been waiting for this day for a long time. He took a deep breath and issued an order in an orderly manner:

"Except for those guarding key points, dungeons, and lotus ponds, , everyone else should gather at the main entrance!"

"Send someone to inform Senior Yan Qiu and the others!"

"Everyone, don't panic, don't get confused, come with me Meet those so-called famous sects!”

There is no doubt about Wang Jixiang’s coordination ability. The members quickly calmed down and started taking action.

Wang Ji walked aside and sent a text message to Yan Shouyi to inform him of the situation.

This day is crucial. If it is handled well, the relationship between the two factions can be eased.

But if it is not handled well... everyone will not have a good time in the next few years.

　…

Outside the gate of the Folklore Research Association.

The famous faction mobilized their relations and temporarily blocked the entire West Lake scenic area, and no one was allowed to enter.

Ordinary people would not know that something big happened in Rongcheng West Lake today.

More than 400 people gathered at the main entrance. Because they knew that there was a mysterious formation ahead, they did not enter rashly, but just clamored outside.

"The demon Yan Shouyi has destroyed all the Emei sect, and the world will not tolerate it!"

"We are disciples of a famous sect, and we are destined by heaven to slay demons and protect the way! "

"Knowingly, quickly turn off the formation and let me come in. Although you are the heirs of a folk sect, you do not necessarily have to become Yan Shouyi's accomplice! It is wise to give up resistance now. Lift it!"

Some of the visitors were wearing Taoist robes and some were wearing cassocks, but without exception, they were all menacing.

After a while, dozens of people suddenly appeared at the main entrance of the Folklore Research Association.

Their figures changed from blurry to clear. This is the effect that comes from walking out of the formation.

The leader was Wang Jichang, and he was accompanied by He Xiping, Zhao Yiyao, Weng Qianxiang, Lao Jin, the Ma family brothers and sisters...

and dozens of folk customs Member of the Research Society.

"Everyone, please be patient!"

In order to delay time, Wang Jixiang took the lead in revealing his identity:

"I am Wang Jiquang, Vice President of the Folklore Research Association, what are you doing here today?"

Someone from the famous sect mocked: "Oh, what are we doing? Not sure? Don't pretend to be like us!"

More than 400 people were chattering and cursing, and the scene got out of control.

Wang Jixiang narrowed his eyes and said loudly:

"Is this the style of a famous sect? Why do I look like a bunch of rabble?! You guys are here like this There are many people, who should I talk to?"

After nearly three minutes of speaking, the disciples of the famous sect finally became quiet.

They discussed for a while and elected three speakers.

Master Henghua, the eminent monk of Guangde Temple, Tang Zhongxue, the elder of Hongyi Sect, and Hong Sifang, the leader of Laoshan Formation Sect.

Since Longhushan, Wudangshan, Maoshan and other sects all chose to remain silent this time, the main force in front of them is more from the third and fourth sects, among which the more powerful one is Laoshan. The leader of the formation sect, Hong Sifang, was considered a marginal figure in Laoshan, so Yuan Jianxin had no control over him.

These people, whom Wang Jixiang had never heard of, were now openly taking the lead in clamoring for the Folklore Research Association. If it weren't for the large number of people on the other side, Wang Jixiang wouldn't even bother to take a second look.