Five Hundred and Thirty-Five: The World in Turbulence (5)

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535: The Storm of the World (V)

Seeing this visiting card, Feng Jue was filled with ecstasy.

Ever since he suffered a loss at the hands of King Changshou, he and Huang Song had noticed the chief strategist under King Changshou's account - Yang Si.

Yang Si was not well-known. After all, if one wanted to serve as an official or become a famous scholar in Dongqing, there were requirements for family background. People like Yang Si naturally belonged to the lower class. Therefore, when King Changshou recruited talents in an unconventional way, Yang Si went to him and was reused.

It was a pity that King Changshou was not a wise leader after all, and Yang Si was soon neglected.

Feng Jue never thought that Yang Si's visiting card would appear on Huang Song's desk, which meant that Yang Si had left King Changshou and was currently without a master. If his master Huang Song could recruit this person, it would be like adding wings to a tiger and having a stronger foundation.

Although Zhaiyang County has not experienced war, this small county also has its own "ecological circle" with complicated forces between each other. Huang Song completely controls these and becomes the real Zhaiyang County Magistrate. It really takes some effort.

As soon as the situation stabilized, Feng Jue sent letters to his former classmates and friends, and there have been many good news replies.

Due to the distance, they have not come yet. There are too few people available in Zhaiyang County. Yang Si knocked on the door by himself, and he is a real talent. How can Feng Jue not be happy? No one has too many talents, let alone Yang Si, who is a top talent in a certain field.

Feng Jue calmed down and quickly sent someone to invite Huang Song to come over, while carefully asking the doorman.

"Do you know where the person who sent this visiting card lives?"

Feng Jue took a look at the handwriting of the visiting card. It was neat and tidy, and it didn't look like it was written by a cunning person like Yang Si.

He thought about it and estimated that this visiting card should be written by Yang Si's book boy.

The concierge took a look at the visiting card and was startled. His face was a little embarrassed and his eyes kept dodging.

Feng Jue frowned and felt a little nervous. He realized that there might be some twists and turns in this room and had a vague ominous premonition.

He hurriedly asked, "Wait - how many days ago was this visiting card sent? Or... did you disrespect others?"

Facing Feng Jue's increasingly powerful majesty, how could the concierge bear it?

He was so scared that he waved his hands quickly, hesitating but couldn't say anything useful. The more Feng Jue looked at it, the worse it felt. He slapped the table and made a thunderous sound, which made the concierge's heart tremble. He said, "Tell the truth, don't hide it!"

The concierge was so scared that he trembled all over, sweating profusely, and soon his clothes on his back were wet.

He closed his eyes and said resignedly, "This, this visiting card was sent three days ago, but I didn't disrespect that person..."

Three days ago?

Feng Jue opened his eyes wide and stared at the doorman. He was furious and clenched his right hand into a fist to avoid losing his temper.

"Tell me the details of that day in detail, word for word, otherwise you know the consequences." Feng Jue suppressed the anger in his heart and said to the doorman, "Do you know how big a mistake you made? I hope you can make up for it, otherwise-"

In fact, even if the doorman didn't say it in detail, Feng Jue could guess something.

He was just bored and flipping through the visiting card. This card was pressed at the bottom, but according to Huang Song's serious attitude in handling official business, he couldn't pile up official business. The only possibility is that the doorman took the initiative and pressed this visiting card that should have been placed at the top at the bottom.

The doorman knelt on the ground. When had he seen Feng Jue speak so harshly?

In the past, this nobleman was always gentle and decent, with a lazy smile on his face, and treated people very well without any airs.

Now, the aura of a noble family suddenly appeared, and the doorman was frightened by this, so he naturally said whatever he wanted to say.

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Song came in from outside sleepily, and saw the doorman kneeling on the ground shaking like a sieve. Feng Jue was still angry, and he said in surprise, "Brother Jue, what big mistake did this little doorman make to make you so angry? Don't be angry, I will settle the score for you."

Even though Feng Jue was full of anger,

Facing Huang Song's playful attitude, he was immediately angry.

He threw the visiting card into Huang Song's arms, pointed at the doorman and said, "Look for yourself, how big a mess this cunning slave has ruined."

Huang Song was surprised. He had known Feng Jue for so long, and this man had only been angry a few times.

Once he was really angry, it was definitely not a trivial matter.

Thinking of this, Huang Song quickly opened the visiting card, and when he saw the name of the signature, his whole face was twitching.

The culprit who had once pulled him down from the position of lieutenant actually sent a visiting card?

This feeling was really like a dream.

However, Huang Song immediately realized that this was a good opportunity to recruit talents.

Although he had many useful people under him, most of them were mediocre, and top talents were still scarce. Feng Jue had already written to his classmates and friends, and only a few replied with affirmative answers, while most of the others were on the sidelines.

Of those who were willing to come, which one did not come for Feng Jue's face, Huang Song's favor for saving people during the earthquake in Dongqing, and the good reputation accumulated in the battle of Chenzhou?

Otherwise, based on Huang Song's background alone, how could those noble sons of the gentry care about him?

Rather than saying that they despised Huang Song's background, it is better to say that Huang Song was not strong enough to make people ignore his background.

Fortunately, Feng Jue had strong communication skills. He made countless friends during his college years and kept in touch with him through letters all year round.

Therefore, Feng Jue can bring a group of capable talents to Huang Song.

It's a pity that Huang Song is still too weak now. If he is stronger, he can persuade at least twice as many people.

This Yang Si is the first talent to take the initiative to come to the door, which is of great significance.

Huang Song hurriedly asked the doorman, "Where is the person who sent the visiting card?"

The doorman said with a bitter face, "I only know that they stayed in a homestay in the city, but it has been three days, and I don't know if they are still there."

Three days have passed?

Huang Song looked at the visiting card in surprise, then looked at the doorman, and then looked at Feng Jue who was still angry...

Well, he could understand why Feng Jue was so angry.

Feng Jue's temper is still good, and he always upholds the reserved demeanor of a son of aristocratic family. If it were Huang Song, he would directly kick the doorman to vent his anger.

In fact, he did do so, but the strength of the kick was controlled, and he didn't kick the person too hard.

"Lead the way! What are you standing there for!"

Although three days have passed, if he is lucky, the person hasn't left in anger?

He thinks that he should be able to save the talent with thick skin.

However, when they arrived at the folk custom in a hurry, they got the news that the family had left the city at dawn.

"It's only been half a day, and we can still catch up!"

Feng Jue resisted the urge to vomit blood. This doorman is really a tireless swindler!

Huang Song took the reins handed by the servant without saying a word, turned on his horse, and prepared to chase.

Feng Jue looked at Huang Song's back as he rode away, and he felt that his mentality was a little broken.

The talent who sent the door was actually pushed out like this?

That feeling was like fucking several dogs.

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