The evil professionals present, except for the underage junior high school girl, all had jobs.

However, their meager incomes were hardly enough to support the expenses of The Way of the Extraordinary. Saint-level materials started at seven figures, not to mention items.

Master Wuhen also stipulated that they were not allowed to use their abilities to make money, even if it was a voluntary transaction.

Some things, once a breach was opened, would accumulate more and more until the tide of depravity washed away the dam and distorted their minds.

If evil professionals wanted to guard their original intentions and not be polluted by the characteristics of their professions, they had to be more orderly than the orderly, and have a higher moral bottom line and adherence than ordinary people.

What kind of group has a moral bottom line that surpasses ordinary people?

Monks!

Or rather, religious beliefs.

In fact, the core concepts and ideas of any mainstream religion in the world are to persuade people to do good and promote the shining side of human nature.

As for the results often being criticized by the world, it is not the fault of religion, but the evil of human nature.

Resisting the temptation of material possessions and money is the first step to fighting inner demons and self-salvation.

The team members did indeed abide by Master Wuhen's teachings, and even the bank teller "Sweetheart Red Devil," who had the strongest material desires, was actually restraining her desires.

But if the funding could be higher, who wouldn't want it?

Xiao Yuan, sitting at the head of the table, looked around the two sides of the long table, her expression cold and serious, and said, "The funding for this year is 500,000 per person, totaling 8 million."

As soon as she finished speaking, the evil professionals at the table were stunned, suspecting they had misheard.

500,000 per person? The total amount was 8 million. For a team that had always been short on funds, this was an astronomical figure.

The heavily made-up bank teller "Sweetheart Red Devil" said in surprise, "Has the hotel's business reached this point? It was clearly dismal last year. This is a delightful amount."

The indifferent junior high school girl, the gloomy "Auntie Guo," and others couldn't help but show a hint of a smile on their faces.

"This year's revenue is also dismal, the money came from other channels." Xiao Yuan glanced at Kou Beiyue again and said in a calm tone, "Yuan Shiqing supplemented me with 10 million in cash, plus three saint-level high-grade items, um, and a few tubes of Life Source Fluid."

The members at the table revealed surprised expressions.

To be honest, they were satisfied with this compensation, and even thought Yuan Shiqing was very generous.

"Three high-grade items and a few tubes of Life Source Fluid, converted into cash, would probably be over 100 million, and still priceless." Fitness coach Lin Chong chuckled, "This kid is pretty good."

"And very rich." The junior high school girl commented.

Xiao Yuan's gaze swept across the table, and everyone's emotions changed from displeasure just now to satisfaction and recognition.

Xiao Yuan continued, "In fact, Yuan Shiqing's help to the team goes far beyond this. The chat group and text messages may be monitored by the authorities, so I didn't say much. Some things can only be said in private."

Hearing this, everyone turned to look at Xiao Yuan, adopting a listening posture.

"The last words of the Shameful Father were brought by him. Knowing that the Shameful Father is an evil professional, knowing that his companion is also an evil professional, he is willing to take such a big risk simply because he believes that the Shameful Father is a good person." Xiao Yuan said indifferently, "When I first saw him, I believed he was a good person."

"Beiyue's revenge was avenged with his help, and the Security Department's certificate of innocence was also arranged by him. He saved Beiyue twice. After saving him the first time, he helped Beiyue take revenge. After saving him the second time, he helped Beiyue advance to Saint."

"He agrees with Master Wuhen's philosophy that profession is not the only standard for measuring humanity, and that the harm of corrupt and greedy orderly professionals is no less than that of evil professionals..."

"He did not hesitate to violate official discipline and kill Zhang Shu's grandson, not because he was bloodthirsty, but because he felt sorry for Zhang Shu... He knew that the hotel was not doing well, so he often asked me for help and took the opportunity to give me money."

As Xiao Yuan娓娓道来, the evil professionals at the table either showed surprise, nodded and smiled,啧啧连声, showed kindness, or remained expressionless.

But they were all silently reshaping Yuan Shiqing's image in their hearts, and at the same time reshaping Xiao Yuan's attitude towards Yuan Shiqing.

As Master Wuhen's aloof female chief disciple, Xiao Yuan had never described a man so carefully and thoroughly.

So thorough that she told everything he had done, one by one.

In her description, Yuan Shiqing was simply the most perfect man in the world, with excellent talent, a lively personality, and a strong sense of justice and moral bottom line.

In addition to the contributions he made to the team, Xiao Yuan also introduced in detail Yuan Shiqing's actions in the officialdom, such as assisting the elders in hunting down the greedy god general and handling the Holy Grail incident by imprisoning the Demon Eye Heavenly King.

And even though Yuan Shiqing "郎心似铁", the Demon Eye Heavenly King of the Military Sect still favored him, valued him, and regarded him as a fellow traveler.

Everyone knew that the Demon Eye Heavenly King was also known as the愤青天王, and he couldn't tolerate a grain of sand in his eyes. Even if you snatched a lollipop from a child, you would have to die for it.

Yuan Shiqing could be regarded as a fellow traveler by this 愤青天王, which shows that his moral bottom line was extremely high.

Yuan Shiqing's image in everyone's hearts rose sharply, tinged with a layer of holy light.

"Indeed an interesting kid." Head Coach Lin Chong stroked his hard stubble and said, "When is that kid coming?"

After Xiao Yuan's introduction, everyone had a strong interest in Yuan Shiqing.

Kou Beiyue looked at the time and said, "He should be here soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, his phone rang, the caller ID - Yuan Shiqing.

Under everyone's gaze, he quickly answered the phone, and a concise voice came from the speaker: "Come downstairs to get something."

Kou Beiyue immediately jumped up from his chair and rushed out of the large suite excitedly.

The honest middle-aged man pushed up his glasses and said, "He doesn't seem to be hostile to Yuan Shiqing."

The enchanting woman sneered, "Who knows what's going on with a rebellious kid."

The white-haired old man said in a low voice, "The more rebellious they are, the more patience we need. We can't just beat our children, but we can't not beat them..."

"Uncle Yang, you're retired already, stop with the educational theories." The delicate-looking, lightly made-up enchanting man made a orchid finger and said with a look of disgust.

He turned to hold the hand of the bank teller "Sweetheart Red Devil," his voice shrill and his tone exaggerated: "Oh, Red Devil, where did you get your nails done? They're so pretty. After listening to the sutras, take me to get them done."

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the door of the suite finally opened, and Kou Beiyue pushed in a dining car, followed by a young man. His features were decent enough, and although he wasn't a handsome police university student with a jade-like face and starry eyes, he was still considered handsome and sunny. His temperament combined the eerie dignity of a Night Wanderer and the ethereal mystery of a Star Official.

The young man was also pushing a dining car, which was filled with top-notch ingredients and bottles of fine wine.

"What are you guys doing? Today is the day for the master to preach the sutras, not for drinking and partying." The gloomy-looking aunt said coldly, scrutinizing this official genius, somewhat dissatisfied.

Zhang Yuanqing closed the door, glanced at everyone at the table, and finally looked at Xiao Yuan.

Xiao Yuan started from the left and introduced them one by one.

Zhang Yuanqing went past the table with a smiling face, shaking hands with each member, flirting with the enchanting woman, stroking the head of the junior high school girl, and saying to the alluringly sexy man: Sister, you're so beautiful.

He acted like he was familiar with everyone, making everyone feel uncomfortable.

"Listening to the sutras doesn't耽误eating." Zhang Yuanqing pushed a box of exquisite black tea in front of "Auntie Guo" and thought, "The tea leaves personally cultivated by the Xie family's ancestor, Fang Yi, try some. Beiyue, hurry up and boil water, using the Snow Mountain Ice Spring I brought."

Fang Yi's eyes lit up, and after hesitating for a moment, she silently opened the copper box and gently sniffed the fragrance of the tea leaves.

Zhang Yuanqing then gave the good wine to Head Coach Lin Chong, pushed the high-end desserts to the female junior high school student, and gave limited edition cosmetics and skin care gift sets to "Sweetheart Red Devil" and "Farewell My Concubine," and exquisite cigars to the white-haired Uncle Yang...

In fact, Kou Beiyue had already sent him a document summarizing the team members' Spirit Realm IDs, nicknames, information, personality preferences, etc.

Zhang Yuanqing had come prepared, just like meeting his girlfriend's relatives for the first time, and he had prepared irresistible gifts for everyone.

And the people who received the gifts were indeed very satisfied.

"Everyone is one of us from now on, this is my business card, you can come to me if you encounter anything in the future." Zhang Yuanqing handed out business cards to the members present.

Kou Beiyue took the opportunity to pull out a chair, ready to sit back next to Xiao Yuan, but Zhang Yuanqing, with quick eyes and hands, grabbed his collar and shoved him out, "Go, go, go, bring up the hotpot from Lou Yixia, and bring up the induction cooker and cast iron pot."

Zhang Yuanqing took the opportunity to sit down, and when he lowered his head, he whispered in Xiao Yuan's ear, "Not bad, right."

Xiao Yuan glanced at him sideways.

Zhang Yuanqing saw tenderness in the depths of her eyes.

Kou Beiyue quickly returned, and soon, a fragrant mist floated in the suite. Top-notch ingredients floated in the hot pot soup. Kou Beiyue held a military knife and chopped vegetables on the cutting board.

The little fatty stood in front of the induction cooker, frying steak in a flat-bottomed pan.

Zhang Yuanqing put his arm around Lin Chong's shoulders, drinking heartily, and even drank cross-cupped wine with "Sweetheart Red Devil." He didn't neglect the two transcendent-stage members either, making bold statements to recruit them as informants.

Everyone was a little resistant at first, but Yuan Shiqing's language skills were extremely high. He chatted with Lin Chong about fighting, with Sweetheart Red Devil about luxury goods, with Farewell My Concubine about cosmetics, with Uncle Yang about educating children, and with Auntie Guo, no, Auntie Fang about tea... After a few glasses of wine, the atmosphere became lively.

The older elders drank tea and wine, and didn't say anything more.

Xiao Yuan had half a piece of steak on the plate in front of her, and she held a glass of wine in her hand. Looking at Yuan Shiqing, who was shouting and drinking in the crowd, a smile slowly appeared on her cold face.

She wasn't a person who liked热闹, but her team really needed热闹.

Every year at the gathering, everyone was bitter and resentful. Past experiences were like scars that were difficult to heal, branded in their hearts. The years of sustained salvation were difficult and bitter, so that most people had no smiles on their faces. So, a smile was good.

Yuan Shiqing was like a happy injection, injected into the team.

After three rounds of wine, Head Coach Lin Chong pressed on Zhang Yuanqing's shoulder, his mouth spewing thick fumes of alcohol, and shouted, "I heard you killed the greedy god general? I haven't been afraid of anyone in the saint stage. Come, come, let's all be the same level and have a fight to see who's more 牛叉."

As soon as these words came out, everyone at the table frowned.

The gloomy-looking Auntie Fang said coldly, "Lin Chong, have you forgotten how you were wanted?"

Zhang Yuanqing's mind recalled the information of this "Leopard Head" at the right time. This person was idle in his early years, with a violent and impulsive personality, and liked to show off his courage and fight. In an accident, he beat someone to death and became a fugitive.

As for who he killed, Kou Beiyue's information didn't mention it. In short, he was a particularly aggressive ruthless person, and he didn't know how to control himself when he fought.

"If we Way of the Extraordinary want to live, we have to fight! Auntie Fang, don't say anything, I've wanted to spar with Yuan Shiqing for a long time."

Lin Chong didn't listen to persuasion. How could a莽夫 listen to persuasion? He dragged Zhang Yuanqing out.

"This guy goes crazy as soon as he drinks." The enchanting "Farewell My Concubine" frowned.

The others put down their chopsticks and frowned.

In another fifteen minutes, the master was going to preach the sutras, and there was no time for him to mess around. They were also afraid that he would hurt Yuan Shiqing.

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at Xiao Yuan, who frowned and shook her head, so he waved his hands repeatedly, "No fight, no fight..."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Yuan Shiqing was still rational and knew that he couldn't confront the powerful drunkard head-on.

Lin Chong was unhappy and his eyes widened, "Brother, are you looking down on me? Don't worry, brother will have a sense of proportion." The Mist Lord is the Mist Lord, even a self-saving Mist Lord looks scary when he gets angry.

Zhang Yuanqing waved his hand again, "I'm afraid I won't have a sense of proportion and I'll hurt you."

The faces of everyone present changed slightly, thinking that Yuan Shiqing had also drunk too much, and he was not rational at all.

General

Head Coach Lin Chong's thick eyebrows stood upside down, feeling that he had been looked down upon and insulted.

Zhang Yuanqing unhurriedly took out a Little Red Riding Hood, shook it, and saw ten figures fall out of the hat, wearing uniform clothes with "Undead No. 1" to "Undead No. 10" embroidered on their chests.

Their faces were pale, their pupils were chaotic and ferocious, and they exuded a gloomy aura.

The three Yin corpses at the head made everyone's eyebrows tremble.

Ten Yin corpses, three level six, and the rest were all Saints.

Immediately afterwards, they saw Yuan Shiqing breathe out gently. In an instant, a ghostly wind howled in the suite, and there was a faint sound of ghosts crying. A powerful Yin energy enveloped everyone.

The boiling hot pot subsided, and Head Coach Lin Chong looked at Zhang Yuanqing blankly.

Uncle Yang and others also looked at him blankly. Was this the configuration that a newly promoted level six Instrument Star Official should have?

With such a lineup, they might not be able to take on their team one-on-one, but they wouldn't even need to take action themselves to deal with a level six Mist Lord.

"Let's go, let's spar." Zhang Yuanqing took Lin Chong's hand.

Lin Chong quickly pulled it back, instantly sobering up, "No fight... I don't think there's any need to spar..."

The dinner continued, but the way everyone looked at Yuan Shiqing quietly changed.

He was a newbie, that's right, but he had completed the road that others had taken years, or even decades, to complete in just half a year. He was more terrifying and powerful than the rumored Instrument.

He was a rising star, but also a figure who needed to be looked at on an equal footing, or even looked up to.

Yuan Shiqing's contribution to Wuhen Hotel had gained their recognition, and now, the strength he had shown had gained their respect.

The little fatty and Kou Beiyue looked at each other. The latter was somewhat envious of Yuan Shiqing's social skills. No matter where he was, he could always鎮住场子.

Xiao Yuan helped cut a piece of steak and pushed it in front of Zhang Yuanqing. Then, she looked at her ladies' watch and said, "Five minutes left."

Before entering the venue, let me tell you some rules and procedures.

"Don't interrupt, don't talk, don't doze off when the master is preaching, but you can cry. After the sutras are preached, everyone has the opportunity to repent. If you have the urge to repent, don't suppress your inner self, say it out loud, it will be more helpful to疏导 emotions."

I'm here to make the master repent! Zhang Yuanqing thought.

"When entering the venue, the master will set up a demon-revealing mirror in front of the Buddha. The mirror will project the most essential you. Everyone has to look in it. The demon-revealing mirror is a master-level item, and you usually don't even have a chance to use it." Xiao Yuan patiently explained.

Demon-revealing mirror, reflecting the most essential self? Zhang Yuanqing's heart stirred.

The white-haired Uncle Yang smiled kindly, "That's for us villains to look at. You're an orderly professional and a good kid, so it's the same whether you look in it or not."

"I hope my戾气 won't be so heavy this year, otherwise a year of cultivation will be in vain." Head Coach Lin Chong said expectantly and nervously.

While speaking, Xiao Yuan looked at her watch again, took out a black jade talisman, and said in a clear voice, "Time's up!"

With that, she crushed the jade talisman as everyone straightened their backs abruptly.