"So, you know it very well?!"

Fu Mi raised his little head and raised his eyebrows.

"I understand it very well, okay?"

Ren Qiong spoke eloquently, "Not only do I understand this, I also know how to improve the employment rate!"

"???" Fu Mi looked confused, feeling that the two of them were not on the same channel.

However, Ren Qiong did not give her time to think about it and changed the topic, "According to your words, the Taoist Academy has a high status and controls the integration of industry, education and research. The Taoist Academy is the core, the university is the auxiliary, and the academy is the backbone.

, the force school is responsible for moving the bricks..."

"If I have an industrial project on Fu Dao that I want to implement in the field of communication, I need to establish contact with the senior mentors, so as to get a free ride on the Taoist Academy, connect with some professional counterparts, and use the best

What about a simple process to achieve the fastest and most efficient way of making money together?”

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The young man rubbed his chin.

He really wants to make money now.

Fu Mi glanced at Ren Qiong who had caught Qian's eyes with disdain, but thinking that he was under the eaves, he did not say any sarcastic words, but just put a check mark next to the names of some lecturers at Fu Dao Academy.

"According to you, if you want to open the joints as quickly and efficiently as possible, you have to find these instructors..."

"Some of them are doing related research and development in the Taoist Academy. In terms of personal connections, they can enter the center of the Immortal Kingdom and negotiate with some powerful people in the Shinto field."

"Downward, the foundation is deep. Many students left the Taoist Academy after completing their studies and entered the lower-level Lux Academy, where they served as teachers or managers."

"Looking aside, outside of the Taoist system, there are still classmates or students who run their own industries and have achieved small successes. Being a powerful influence in the industry is not considered, but it is still a small reputation."

Fu Mi pointed out Jiang Shan, scolded Fang Qiu, and spoke eloquently.

According to Ren Qiong's request, she told him which people he should go to in Fu Daoyuan to do things.

Many times, if you find the right person, things will be half done and you will get twice the result with half the effort.

"Well, good boy!" Ren Qiong looked very happy, "I have Fu Mi and you to help me, so why worry about the big thing not happening?!"

"One day, I will be famous throughout the world and be powerful all over the world, and the whole world will echo with my name!"

"Although someone has a hairless mouth, he is quite good at dreaming!" Fu Mi rolled his eyes, "It's a big deal for you alone? Can you make a draft before bragging?"

"Both each other!" Ren Qiong smiled, "Someone came up to tie me up before. Wasn't what they were talking about in sleep?"

"What's even more funny is that she actually capsized!"

"Sheng Fuli jumped into the street before he started his business. It is a joke in the world. This joke can make me happy for at least ten or eight years. From the time I entered the Taoist Academy to the time I graduated, I will not stop. Every time I see you

I can laugh until my stomach hurts..."

Every word you say to me hurts each other, as if they were mortal enemies in their previous lives.

In the end, Ren Qiong was the better one, leaving Fu Mi to write furiously, ignoring Ren Qiong's irritating mouth.

She swore in her heart that if one day she could deal with this bastard, the first thing she would do was to silence him!

Such a beautiful boy, why does he have such a mouth?!

Fu Mi cursed in his heart, but his work never stopped, writing down all the inheritance and grudges of Taoist lecturers that he had heard about since he was growing up.

The little girl's eyes were moving wildly, and her mind was more open than a honeycomb.

'This lecturer is greedy for money...no, he loves his career.'

'This lecturer is picky... well, he is striving for perfection.'

'And these lecturers are very old-fashioned...well, this is respecting tradition.'

Although Fu Mi was controlled by Ren Qiong and turned into a worker, she was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Of course she wrote down the grudges, resentments, and connections that Ren Qiong asked her to write, but there was a lot of artistic processing in them.

Obviously, she has a good sense of self-protection, and even if she is controlled by others, she will not be easily manipulated.

To be honest, it is impossible - what if Ren Qiong loses his mind one day and wants to make her a supporter and put these things in front of the person involved?

Why is she still hanging around in the Taoist temple?

Now, after some artistic processing, every lecturer praised it and praised it so much that they couldn't find any faults.

This is the charm of language.

Even if it is a piece of shit, it can still be praised as a provider of fertilizer, dedicating its limited existence to the heaven, earth and nature.

However, this cannot be difficult for Ren Qiong.

The young man looked at the results of Fu Mi's hard work with a playful expression.

‘It’s shallow! This way of doing things is shallow!’

Ren Qiong felt very calm. He had once used the keyboard to gain enlightenment. What kind of flower work had he not seen before?

He knows how to read and understand.

He saw through Fu Mi's little thoughts at a glance, looked directly through the appearance to see the essence, and had a clearer grasp of the depth and shallowness of the water in Chilong Taoist Academy's Fu Tao system.

Some plans were gradually outlined in his mind.

From time to time, he picked out a few names on the list and used Fu Mi to get a clearer understanding of them.

Fu Mi scratched his head and scratched his head, racking his brains to deal with it.

This is a bit difficult for her, after all, she is only a child of fourteen or fifteen years old.

Ren Qiong didn't expect to get any answers. The days ahead were still very long, and he had other channels.

"By the way, do you know the 'Instructor Ji' of the Spiritual Beast Academy?"

Suddenly, Ren Qiong mentioned a person and asked Fu Mi.

This was his flash of inspiration, and he wanted to learn more about the people recommended by Xun Zundu.

He didn't have much hope, because according to Xun Zun, his friend was a rather lonely person.

But here in Fu Mi, there was an unexpected gain.

"Is this 'Ji'?" Fu Mi wrote the word "Ji" on the paper, raised his head and asked.

"Yes, it's Ji." Ren Qiong nodded and raised his eyebrows, "What? Do you really understand?"

"Hehe, of course!" Fu Mi was a little shy.

"Are you also interested in the ancient Huanlong clan?" Ren Qiong was a little surprised.

"Huan Longshi? What is this?" Fu Mi was a little confused, "I know about Lecturer Ji because of the relationship with a goddess."

"Goddess?" Ren Qiong was surprised, "Is there a goddess related to my surname?"

"Why not?" Fu Mi looked at the puzzled young man, and suddenly felt that his IQ had already reached a high point, and it was just a matter of time, nothing more than that!

"Legend has it that in ancient times there was a goddess named 'Daji', who could captivate a city with her smile, and captivate a country with her smile again!"

"Haven't you heard of it?"

Fu Mi looked at the young man suspiciously.

The corner of Ren Qiong's mouth twitched.

"Hmm... You seem to know it from the look on your face? Could it be that you think of Da as your surname? Hahahaha..."

Suddenly, she burst out laughing and laughed at Ren Qiong for being ignorant and ignorant.

"Snapped!"

The next moment, she covered her head and squatted down.

Ren Qiong gave her a blow with his knife without any expression, and read a book to let her know not to get complacent too early.

"Daji...Daji!"

Ren Qiong's eyes were profound.

This is a very special name.

"The Huanlong family, Dragon Clan, Donghai, Ji's surname, Daji..."

His voice gradually became softer, "Fengshenjie, Biyou Palace, Shang..."

Hetu Luoshu trembled slightly in his sea of ​​consciousness, touching Ren Qiong's heart.

However, these unusual movements eventually subsided, as if nothing had happened.

But how is this possible?

"Tsk!"

"It seems that I still need to meet this senior..."

He calmed down and looked at the mighty and unyielding Fu Mi. She stood up again!

"Continue talking." Ren Qiong gestured.
To be continued...