The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 273: Zhao Wu Shang is Reported - Novel Cool

Chapter 273: Zhao Wu Shang is Reported

Chapter 273: Zhao Wu Shang is Reported

In the backyard training ground, various weapons were piled up.

Throughout the escort agency, all the living trees were trimmed to the same height, with identical crown shapes, each resembling a giant brush reaching towards the sky.

All side branches were meticulously cleaned.

Seven or eight little demons were carrying buckets of water and rags, moving swiftly, leaving afterimages as they cleaned the area.

The roof of the escort agency was covered in golden glazed tiles, shimmering brilliantly.

At the main entrance and the hall's entrance, a row of white-clad girls stood gracefully, their movements elegant and demeanor dignified.

Zhao Wu Shang waved his hand, and the four pavilions—Spring Breeze, Spring Rain, Spring Color, and Spring Snow—all the courtesans had decided to turn over a new leaf and were now responsible for reception.

Several female demons held incense burners, creating a fragrant atmosphere throughout the agency.

A few former grandmasters carried barrels of clear water, cleaning the entire street until it sparkled.

In the afternoon, Fang Che, the administrator, was patrolling the area when he stumbled upon this scene, shocked beyond belief. He rubbed his eyes, unable to fathom that this palace-like establishment was the very escort agency he was to inspect that evening.

As he watched, a sea of red clouds filled the sky, with crimson silk wrapping around the agency's entrance, and vibrant red flowers sprouted everywhere.

Instantly, a festive atmosphere of "Grand Opening" permeated the air.

Crowds of people carrying flower baskets flooded the streets, creating a bustling scene.

The entire street was filled with flower baskets, each bearing the message: "Congratulations on the Grand Opening of Tianxia Escort Agency!"

Fang Che's legs trembled at the sight, and he quickly turned and left.

Scratching his head, he thought, "I didn't give them any silver, yet they've organized such a grand event! Truly, they are thoughtful and dedicated subordinates."

"No need for salaries or bonuses! They take the initiative to work hard and generate profits for me."

Such employees were the dream of every boss across the land.

In the evening, Xing Mang, the fleet master—or rather, the chief escort, Zhao Wu Shang, arrived at his agency.

Zhao Wu Shang and his team had prepared thirty thousand invitation cards.

They were assigning tasks: "Tomorrow, you're in charge of the south side of the city. Visit all businesses and distribute the invitation cards, letting them know that we can handle any escort services they might need in the future."

"You take the north side."

"You go west."

"You..."

"Also, hurry up and get more invitation cards. Three thousand isn't enough for the entire White Cloud Continent. Get more!"

"Additionally, for our VIP clients, we'll host a grand banquet. Find some opera troupes and lion dance troupes to liven up the occasion."

"When you go out, remember our slogan: 'We Insure Everything! No matter your business, we can handle it! Whether it's delivering people, receiving people, or transporting goods, we've got it covered!'"

"We guarantee the safety of your valuables!"

"For any goods, if there's even the slightest mishap, we'll compensate triple the value!"

"Cough, full price compensation is fine."

"Our main selling point is our reputation!"

"We fear no distance, be it across the seas or over mountains!"

"No matter the terrain, we won't shy away from the task!"

"And we're fast! Where other agencies take ten days, we'll complete the journey in eight, even if we have to carry the cargo on our shoulders and sprint three thousand miles!"

"..."

Inside, they continued planning.

Xing Mang, known for his strict demands, had already stepped away.

He didn't want to hear or see anything more.

This was just...

Far more meticulous than his own arrangements.

Seated on a throne padded with the skin of an eighth-level spirit beast, the White Tiger, Xing Mang's mind raced with possibilities.

With such an escort agency, could they not aspire to become the number one agency on the continent?

Xing Mang summoned his subordinates for a meeting.

At his command, everyone arrived instantly.

"Paying respects to the Chief Escort."

"Please be seated."

Fang Che spoke with a pleasant expression, "You're quick on your feet. Is the main selling point just being financially powerful?"

"Everyone's enthusiasm is high," Zhao Wu Shang replied, a bit shy.

"Not bad. It's a bit flashy, but the results are good."

Encouraging them, Fang Che said, "Who's behind all this planning?"

"Zheng Yunqi is the mastermind, and I oversee the implementation. Everyone is working together, feeling like they're doing something meaningful, and they're very enthusiastic."

Zhao Wu Shang explained, "Starting today, Zheng Yunqi is promoted to the First Deputy Chief Escort of Tianxia Escort Agency, and Zhao Wu Shang is the Second Deputy Chief Escort."

Amid their expressions of gratitude, Fang Che added, "From now on, you two have full authority to make decisions without consulting me."

The two were overjoyed.

This was an immense power.

The others, realizing the significance, were in awe.

"Also, check if there are any acquaintances we can recruit for the agency. We're all at the Handsome Rank, so it would be beneficial to have a few more Martial Lords on our team."

"Yes, Chief Escort!"

"Zhao Wu Shang."

"At your service, sir."

"Starting today, collect all maps with utmost detail. Then, plan out every route for the escort missions."

"Yes, sir."

"As for you all, your cultivation cannot lag. You must strive for vigorous improvement to ensure the safety of our escort agency! I'll set a goal—reach the third rank within two months. If you can't advance from the third to the fourth rank within that time, there will be a fine. You'll be responsible for everyone's salary, bonuses, and all living expenses for these two months. Twenty lashes with the iron whip."

A chorus of lament filled the air.

"It's decided."

Fang Che waved his hand, decisively setting the plan in motion.

The crowd fell silent, as if mourning a parent.

This was a promotion, not a meal, boss!

"I'm doing this for your future. You can't just return as you came, can you? You have to show some results, right? When we're at headquarters, we should have some achievements, shouldn't we? If I go to headquarters and ask you to do something, you can't say it's impossible, can you?"

"That's not possible!"

"Then it's settled?"

Fang Che said, "If anyone lacks ambition and wants to stay here escorting, I won't stop them."

The crowd fell silent once more.

After a long while, Zhao Wu Shang spoke with heartfelt gratitude, "Fleet Master... The Chief Escort's painstaking efforts are all for our future. I'm truly grateful."

"Thank you, Chief Escort."

"Hmph... I'll be blunt with you. If anyone crosses the line, if anyone slacks off, if anyone..." He paused, his eyes cold. "...I'm merciless when it comes to hitting or killing people."

"Yes, we'll follow the Chief Escort's orders!"

"Go now."

Fang Che waved his hand, adding, "Also, I won't hold it against you for purchasing and merging the two buildings without permission and constructing your own houses. Just make sure the arrangements are comfortable."

"Thank you, Chief Escort!"

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Finally, they had their own single rooms.

"I'll be blunt..."

Fang Che's expression turned stern. "Since we're living together, I must warn you—we can't afford any mishaps! If anyone gets pregnant, I won't take responsibility!"

The eight women blushed, their faces a mix of embarrassment and resentment.

"What nonsense is the Fleet Master speaking?"

"Chief Escort, you've gone too far..."

"Hmph..."

...

Fang Che began his patrol.

Meanwhile, Zhao Wu Shang and the others, now with official identities, were out delivering invitation cards, basking in the sunshine and their newfound freedom.

It felt great!

In the early morning, Fang Zhi Shi, the Administrator, patrolled the streets with Tang Zheng.

Up ahead, Zhao Wu Shang, looking dashing and refreshed, was delivering invitation cards in the southern part of the city.

He strolled leisurely, his face beaming with a confident, sunny aura, and a dragon's stride and a tiger's gait. Zhao Wu Shang's spirit was invigorated.

Fang Che and Zhao Wu Shang crossed paths, Fang Che with his hands behind his back, exuding an official air. He gave Zhao Wu Shang a brief, indifferent glance, ready to pass by.

Just then, a voice rang out from the crowd, "Administrator Fang, I recognize this man. He's the demon, Zhao Wu Shang, from the Only Righteous Sect!"

The crowd parted with a collective gasp.

Zhao Wu Shang was shocked, his body turning cold.

Instinctively, he wanted to run.

But Fang Che had already turned, his hand moving like the wind, grabbing Zhao Wu Shang's shoulder with an eagle-like grip.

Zhao Wu Shang felt excruciating pain and numbness, unable to muster any strength.

In his heart, he silently cried out in despair.

Anger surged within him, a tsunami of fury: Who betrayed me?!

It had to be someone from headquarters!

Zhao Wu Shang's heart sank into despair. Just as he had gained an official identity, he was about to die here...

What a raw deal.

Fang Che held Zhao Wu Shang tightly, turning to the crowd, "Who spoke just now? Was it him, Zhao Wu Shang?"

No one in the crowd dared to speak.

The informant had already fled.

Fang Che turned Zhao Wu Shang around, revealing his pale face.

Fang Che furrowed his brows, releasing his grip, "Are you Zhao Wu Shang?"

Zhao Wu Shang nodded, still dazed.

Fang Che's eyes, sharp as an eagle's, locked onto his gaze, "Someone reported that you're from the Only Righteous Sect. Come with me!"

Only now did Zhao Wu Shang react, shouting, "It's a false accusation, sir! My name is Zhao Wu Shang, but I'm not from the Only Righteous Sect!"

Fang Che's voice remained calm, "Your cultivation is not low, but your face is unfamiliar. With someone reporting you, can you explain yourself?"

"Someone framed me, sir!"

Zhao Wu Shang was anxious, his head filled with worry. If he were taken to the Guardian Pavilion, would he ever get out?

"Framed you?"

Fang Che's tone remained indifferent, "And you're someone so important that they'd frame you?"

His hawk-like eyes scrutinized Zhao Wu Shang's hair accessories, clothes, attire, gaze, skin tone, and even his shoes.

He seemed to find no flaws.

At this moment, Zhao Wu Shang was incredibly grateful for the Starlight Commander.

If not for the Starlight Commander, he would have been found out under the cold, electric gaze of Administrator Fang.

(End of Chapter)

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