Chapter 93: Turns out to be his nephew

"Hasn't the higher-ups given us the results of the previous handling yet?" asked a colleague.

0412 shook his head, with a vague guess in his mind. It had been so long, and the higher-ups hadn't given any results yet. It was estimated that the punishment for the violation would definitely be left unresolved.

It’s not easy to recruit people these days. If you recruit someone with a good temper and ability, you have to keep him/her. If he/she violates the rules, you can only turn a blind eye.

Anyway, he is acting according to the results of the handling. Since there is no result, he will just leave it alone.

However, he was still somewhat curious about who this person was. He had made such a big mistake that his superiors hesitated for so long and did not give any result.

Pluto: What a joke, how can outsourced employees be the same as regular employees?

Never mind that for now, let’s manage this complaint first.

After the previous incident of sending a courier in violation of regulations, 0412 felt nothing at all when he saw the complaint about beating Yin Cha.

She even beat him, let alone an ordinary ghost messenger.

Not to mention that he was Qi Feng's evil messenger, even if Qi Feng went there, she would probably beat him up anyway, he thought.

Now when dealing with the complaint about the Yinchai being beaten, he had already guessed how the other party would respond.

But - the necessary process still needs to be followed.

0412 sighed softly. He couldn't go through this crappy class for a whole day.

He picked up the landline phone and made a call. The lady didn't reply to his message, so he had no choice but to call her.

"We are living a good life, thriving, catching up with the good times and happy years..."

A very loud telephone ring suddenly rang in the quiet inn, scaring the sleeping little white tiger so much that it jumped up.

It hit the cabinet with a bang.

The little white tiger held his head and cried "wooo wooo".

Yang Fan made an unpleasant sound, opened his eyes, stood up and answered the phone.

"Hey."

A familiar male voice came from the other end of the line. "Stationmaster Yang Fan, this is the Underworld Complaints Processing Center, employee number 0412. I have a complaint and need to verify the situation with you."

Yang Fan narrowed her eyes. Which bastard complained about her again?
"What complaint?"

0412: "On June 6, you beat up a messenger who went to the post station to pick up a courier. Is that true?"

It turned out to be that bastard, Yang Fan remembered.

Her voice suddenly became serious. "I want to complain to you, the underworld messenger. Not only did you not queue up to pick up the package, you also threatened me with force."

"It was self-defense."

Complaining about this makes it seem like everyone knows how to do it.

0412: ...You beat the guy so hard that he almost lost his soul. Who is threatening whom?

There was a crackling sound of keyboard tapping on the other end of the phone.

After a while, the other party spoke.

"Your complaint has been fed back. The results will be sent to the station computer. Please check it in time."

They were very businesslike and polite, with none of the tension that had characterized the last fight.

Yang Fan didn't care much about the result. If anyone dared to punish her, she would beat him to hell. Hearing the voice of 0412, she remembered the question that had not been answered before.

"You didn't answer me last time. What's your name? Who are you a disciple of in Sanqing Palace?"

She wanted to see which disciple dared to challenge the ancestor.

0412 was also very curious about this question. He tapped his hands on the table lightly, his eyes deep. Which generation of disciple was Yang Fan from? No one had ever heard of such a powerful figure coming out of Sanqing Palace.

After a long silence, he said, "My name is Qi Ming, and I learned from Master Huaiyu."

Um, Master Huaiyu, Xu Huaiyu?
Yang Fan stood up straight instantly, "Your master is Xu Huaiyu, and your grandmaster is Taoist Xuancheng?"

Since she knew what he said, 0412's voice suddenly became relaxed, "Knowing what I said, you should respectfully call me Grandmaster..." Yang Fan: "Damn, it turns out that you are my little nephew."

After all this time, it turns out that she is the disciple of her senior brother Huaiyu. No wonder he is so familiar with her fighting style.

0412 I was filled with questions. Should he be her great master? How did he become her junior apprentice? ?

Since he is one of our own, it would be easy to talk to him. If you had told her earlier, she wouldn't have resorted to violence and would have talked things over reasonably with him.

"Junior brother, I have been working here for more than a month. Where is my salary?" Yang Fan asked him.

It was said that the salary was a merit. She has been working for more than a month, so why hasn't she received her salary yet?

0412 Qi Ming was silent for a long time, "Who is your junior nephew? I don't know of a junior uncle like you."

He didn't remember that he had an uncle named Yang Fan. Back then, his master had only senior brothers and junior brothers, but no junior sisters.

Yang Fan narrowed his eyes dangerously, "How dare you deny your uncle-master?"

"I don't know which generation of disciple you are from. Since you know the name of Master Huaiyu, you should respectfully call me Grandmaster." The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became serious.

Yang Fan sneered, "The ancestor who was beaten to the ground by me?"

What kind of disciple is this that Senior Brother Huaiyu accepted? Not only does he not respect his teacher, but he even dares to go against Tiangang and ask her to call him Grandmaster.

It's the other way around!

"Come here now, I'll call you in front of you."

Come here and see how I teach you what it means to respect teachers!

Qi Ming: Threat! Naked threat!

He was so angry that he hung up the phone because he was afraid of threatening the founder.

There was a beeping sound coming from the microphone, and Yang Fan clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction. This young man was really irritable.

Next time I come, I must talk to him in detail.

After putting down the phone, she returned to her seat and sat cross-legged in meditation, thinking in her mind, could it be that Senior Brother Huaiyu accepted this disciple after her death, so she didn't know him and he didn't know her.

She thought about it and decided that this was the most likely possibility.

But at least when she was alive, she was a dazzling figure as the successor to the head of the sect. Even if she died young and incompetently, it would not be necessary for her to not even have a biography written for her.

After all, she has given so much to her master!
The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt. She took out her cell phone, opened the search app, and typed in the words "Sanqing Palace Yang Fan". All that came out were introductions to the scenery and history of Sanqing Palace, but there was no introduction to her.

Really not?

Don't important historical figures have names? Why doesn't she have one?

She didn't believe it and searched for Taoist Master Xuancheng of Sanqing Palace. The entry showed that Taoist Master Xuancheng (1490-1544) was the eighth generation head of Sanqing Palace.

He died in 1544. It seems that the old man died within two years of her death.

There were also some records of his life on the Internet. Yang Fan took a quick look and found that she knew all of this when she was alive.

She searched again for Master Huaiyu, and there was also information showing that he was the ninth-generation head of Sanqing Palace.

It turned out that after her death, her senior brother Huaiyu became the head of the sect.

Yes, apart from her, only her senior brother Huaiyu is qualified to be the head of the sect.

Yang Fan could find more or less relevant information about each of the subsequent masters, as well as some information about outstanding disciples, such as Qi Ming, and some of his related deeds could be found on the Internet.

It's just hers, nothing else.

...How could such an outstanding woman not be worthy of being recorded by future generations?

Yang Fan was struck by lightning and his phone fell to the ground without him noticing.

"Ouch~" The fallen cell phone hit the little white tiger on the head, and it covered its head and cried out.

Yang Fan didn't hear it. She just sat in the chair, two lines of sorrowful tears slowly falling down. What a damn world!

(End of this chapter)