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Chapter 11 Want to become my disciple? Then kowtow to me first!

The next day, the morning light was dim.

Qin Yang got up early and couldn't wait to go out and rush to the library to punch in for work.

Now this library is like a treasure trove to me.

When you have nothing to do, go to work, do some fishing, or just lie down and your strength will improve.

It’s so comfortable!

Where can I find such a good job?
However, just as Qin Yang arrived at the door of the library, he suddenly heard a message on his mobile phone.

Take it out and take a look.

It was a group message in the work group regarding management matters.

[Everyone, please come to the conference room as soon as possible to hold an emergency meeting! The owner is here in person! ]

The eye-catching news made Qin Yang stunned for a moment.

Why is the librarian here?

In his impression, the museum owner has always been a mysterious figure that is hard to find.

Now that he is here in person, I’m afraid there is something important to explain!
Thinking of this, Qin Yang did not hesitate.

He immediately got up and rushed to the library's large conference room.

....
At this moment, the large conference room that can accommodate a hundred people is already packed with people and noisy, with all the workers gathered together.

Qin Yang lowered his head silently, walked into the room as usual, and found an inconspicuous corner to stay in.

After sitting down, he looked up at the podium.

I saw a middle-aged man standing there in a neat suit, with slightly gray hair on his temples. He exuded a gentle and scholarly air, and his every move was graceful and appropriate.

But even so, there is still some unsuppressible power of the stars that escapes out.

"This is……."

Qin Yang stared at the curator on the stage, feeling a little surprised.

No matter how well the other party conceals his strength, he cannot escape your judgment.

The curator is indeed a master of the Xiantian realm? !
But on second thought, this is normal.

A place like Jianghai City Library, which houses countless books on martial arts techniques used for cultivation, naturally requires a strong person to be in charge.

After all the staff arrived.

The owner on the stage clenched his right fist to his mouth and coughed lightly:
"Everyone, please be quiet."

A bright and gentle voice was heard. Although the volume was not loud, it drowned out the noise made by everyone else.

Everyone present fell silent for a moment.

After seeing the atmosphere calm down, the owner continued:

"Very good, everyone be quiet. I don't intend to take up too much of your time today. I just want to give you a few words of advice."

"Recently, we must treat those who come into the library to read books with more respect and never neglect them, especially those unfamiliar elderly people we have never seen before. We must pay special attention to them and not slack off in the slightest..."

Next, most of the things he explained were about the attitude of the staff.

In the conference room, everyone nodded and listened carefully to the director's instructions.

Afraid of missing anything.

The expressions on everyone's faces were tense and serious, as if facing a great enemy.

Seeing everyone in this state.

This immediately confused Qin Yang who was sitting in his seat.

what's the situation?
Why are you all so serious today?
Could it be that someone from above is going to come down to inspect recently? !
Just as Qin Yang was daydreaming, the short morning meeting passed in a flash and soon came to an end.

"Okay, everyone, I have finished what I wanted to say. Thank you for your hard work during these special days."

The owner of the museum glanced at everyone present and said calmly, "You should return to your respective posts and do as I just instructed."

Following the owner's order, everyone stood up and began to leave the meeting room.

Qin Yang followed behind everyone, still maintaining his usual normal state.

however.

Just as he passed under the podium.

The museum owner on the podium raised his eyebrows slightly.

Staring at Qin Yang's back, he was stunned for a moment.

For some reason, he suddenly sensed a special aura from Qin Yang. Was it an illusion?

The steward nearby observed the situation and quickly came to the owner's side and whispered:

"Master... is there anything wrong with that young man?"

"No, it just feels a little special."

The museum owner shook his head and asked with a hint of curiosity: "When did he arrive at the museum? Why don't I have any impression of him?"

"It's normal that you don't have an impression of him, Master. This guy is new here, he's only been here for a few months, and he hasn't even passed his probation period yet."

The steward frowned and thought for a moment, then added, "His talent is low, and there is nothing outstanding about him."

"Is this so..."

Hearing this, the owner nodded, and didn't take it to heart any more. He just praised: "The boy is quite handsome."

After all, this is a world where strength is respected, and no matter how handsome you are, you can't eat it.

The main measure of strength is still based on the number of star beasts hunted.

...........
After walking out of the meeting room.

Qin Yang breathed a sigh of relief when he sensed that the gazes gathered behind him had disappeared.

He also felt the gaze that the museum owner had just given him.

However, with the protection of the Xiantian realm, he can conceal his own strength, so he doesn't have to worry about it.

What Qin Yang didn't expect was.

The museum owner's intuition was so sharp that he could sense something was wrong just by passing by!

"This world is still too dangerous. I have to be more low-key in the future."

Thinking of this, Qin Yang quickly walked towards the library, ready to start work.

Unexpectedly at this time.

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

"Wait for me, Lao Qin!"

Qin Yang looked back and saw an old acquaintance.

It’s Xiahe!

"What were you thinking, kid? Why did you run away so quickly? The meeting room wanted to call you just now, but I didn't catch up with you."

Xia He trotted to Qin Yang's side and said breathlessly.

"I said I was in a hurry to go to work, do you believe me?"

Qin Yang smiled and made up something.

"Come on, you are such a taciturn person every day. I think you want to meet that swordsman by chance, right?"

Xia He rolled his eyes and said, "You want to improve too much!"

"What sword master?"

Hearing this, Qin Yang was stunned and asked in surprise: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"You kid are pretending to be ignorant with your buddies? I told you to go to Bai Jinhan but you didn't go... and now you don't even know about such a big thing? Just check the news yourself, this morning's hot searches were all about this!"

As he spoke, Xia He took out his mobile phone and sent a few links to Qin Yang.

Qin Yang opened the link and took a look.

On the interface of the number one hot search, a picture of a broken mountain was prominently displayed.

The familiar scene stunned Qin Yang, and he was secretly surprised.

Isn't this the mountain I cut off last night?

It actually became a trending search?

Seeing the surprise on Qin Yang's face, Xia He thought he was frightened, and couldn't help but explain confidently:
"You may not know, kid, that a mountain in the suburbs was cut off by a sword last night. Now everyone is discussing it excitedly. I wonder which swordsman has come.

The news has already spread, and the owner of the museum held a meeting because he was afraid that we might offend this powerful person."

As he spoke, Xia He was filled with emotion and sighed, "It would be great if I could worship this strong man as my teacher. This sword that cuts off the peak is so cool!"

There was deep envy in his tone.

Hearing this, Qin Yang's face showed strangeness, and he said jokingly: "Want to become my disciple? Kowtow to me first."

(End of this chapter)