This deacon is the only saint who is willing to go to great lengths to do things in recent years. In just a few days, he has done more things for Nanming City than most of the Qinghe people.

Compared with the hands-off shopkeepers of the Qinghe clan, such people are more worthy of support and respect.

Only the drug chaser looked calm.

Time passed by, and there was no sound in the meeting room. Occasionally, the black shadow on the glass wall would shake violently, like a creeper encountering a strong wind.

After five minutes, the black shadow on the glass wall did not move.

Finally, the frosted glass door of the conference room opened, and the plain-looking Daozu deacon of Sanqing walked out. His clothes were intact, except for some dampness.

And behind him was a messy conference room.

The tables and chairs were turned into ashes, the ground was covered with broken vines and accumulated water over the feet, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

Minister Poppy, from the Qinghe tribe, was lying on the ground in a large font, staring straight at the ceiling with wide-eyed eyes, his expression of indifference and arrogance was gone, replaced by a stupid and dull expression.

Pairs of eyes were focused on Zhang Yuanqing, and the faces were dull and shocked.

The leader of the Qinghe branch obviously came prepared, but he still lost to the deacon Sanqing Daozu. How strong is he?

At this time, the employees of the Nanming branch realized that they had no idea how terrifying this deacon was.

What they understand may be only a trivial part of themselves.

The drug chaser was surprisingly calm about this, as if he had expected it.

The phrase "I hope you can calm down" was not addressed to Daozu Sanqing, but to Minister Poppy of the Qinghe clan.

With his head raised, he rushed into the office in a panic, leaned over to check, his face was livid, and said:

"You, what did you do to him?! You destroyed the wisdom of a senior saint of the Qinghe clan? The Qinghe clan will hunt you down, and the headquarters can't keep you!"

"It's just to make him mentally exhausted for a few days." Zhang Yuanqing said: "Go back and tell the people of the Qinghe tribe, when will their salary cards be released, and when will they ask me to resolve the spiritual brand."

Then, he looked at the crowd again, showing the heroic smile unique to Huo Shi, "Each person will share another 100,000. Don't deposit it in the bank this time, keep it in cash."

Everyone stared at him blankly. For a moment, they wanted to use the money to leave Nanming City and go to Songhai to join this deacon.

With his head raised, he took a deep look at Zhang Yuanqing, carried Elder Poppy on his back and left the office area.

"You'd better live in another place, don't stay in the Public Security Department, the Qinghe tribe won't swallow this breath." Luosifen warned in a low voice.

"The Qinghe tribe, I haven't paid much attention to it, including their ancestors." Zhang Yuanqing imitated Xiahou Aotian and raised his chin.

How overbearing! The employees were impressed by it.

Sure enough, it was a fire master, conceited and arrogant. Luosifen shook his head, and left after his companion.

"Everyone is working, I will ask my subordinates to send the money later." Zhang Yuanqing nodded at the crowd and strode away.

He quickly ran to the corridor, snapped his fingers where no one was there, and Xingdun left.

In the staff dormitory, Zhang Yuanqing appeared from the dreamy starlight, took out his mobile phone and dialed Fu Qingyang's number without saying a word:

"Boss, I offended the Qinghe Department, come and help me!"

Fu Qingyang's cold voice came from the speaker: JrNovels.com