Chapter 239: The Boss Is Full of Virtues
"Divine Emissary, this matter was entirely due to my poor consideration, leading to such a mess."
Seeing Yang Haoran's embarrassed expression, Old Master Wu spoke with trepidation. Having made such a spectacle, he knew he bore undeniable responsibility, so his anxiety was inevitable.
Yang Haoran smiled wryly and waved his hand. "Forget it. If I've lost face, then I've lost face. However, from now on, you all shouldn't call me Divine Emissary. You might get too used to it and find it hard to change. Just call me Boss from now on. That way, no one will find it strange."
Old Master Wu quickly assented, a sigh of relief escaping him upon seeing that Yang Haoran had no intention of dwelling on the matter.
"Come in first. Standing at the door is too conspicuous."
As Yang Haoran finished speaking, Old Master Wu led the young men and women into the convenience store. The last young woman was quite sharp; she quickly pulled down the rolling shutter door.
There were ten young men and women in total, and the convenience store, already small, immediately felt cramped with so many people packed inside.
However, these young men and women were very well-behaved. Without Old Master Wu needing to say a word, they neatly lined up in two rows. Though it was crowded, none were foolish enough to complain, not even showing a hint of a displeased expression.
On the contrary, being in such close proximity to Yang Haoran, their nervousness became even more apparent.
"Old Wu, you've truly worked hard."
Though Yang Haoran didn't say much, Old Master Wu could discern the approval in his words.
However, knowing it in his heart was one thing; certain protocols still needed to be followed, and the necessary words still had to be spoken.
"How does the Boss find them? " Old Master Wu asked with a smile, having transitioned to the new address for Yang Haoran quite naturally.
"I'm very satisfied. Have you told them everything they need to know? " Yang Haoran asked with a smile.
"Everything that needed to be said has been said, and everything that needed to be taught has been taught. Now, it only awaits the Boss to bestow the Death God Seal upon them," Old Master Wu quickly responded.
Hearing this, Yang Haoran nodded. Then, under the eager gaze of the newcomers, he lightly waved his hand. Yin Spirit Power coalesced, forming ten Death God Seals that floated suspended in the air, each emanating a faint ripple of power.
This miraculous sight didn't elicit much surprise from the newcomers. Clearly, they had already witnessed various supernatural methods from Old Master Wu that ordinary people couldn't comprehend.
However, while their faces showed little astonishment, they were alight with excitement, anticipation, and intense longing.
From their reactions, it was evident they understood what the Death God Seal represented. It seemed Old Master Wu hadn't exaggerated anything; he had thoroughly prepared these newcomers beforehand.
Just moments ago, outside, Yang Haoran had been lectured by the middle-aged woman, and he had merely offered awkward smiles in response. At that time, they couldn't help but doubt Yang Haoran's identity and abilities. If Old Master Wu hadn't remained consistently respectful towards Yang Haoran, they might have even suspected that Old Master Wu had brought them to the wrong person.
But now, seeing the ten Death God Seals floating in the air, that trace of doubt they harbored towards Yang Haoran vanished like smoke.
Before the newcomers could fully recover from their excitement and agitation, the ten Death God Seals shot towards their foreheads.
None of the ten dodged, allowing the Death God Seals to strike their glabella.
As the Death God Seals completely integrated into their foreheads, each newcomer felt the presence of that unique Yin Spirit Power within their bodies, and their faces spontaneously lit up with joy.
"Old Wu, I'll leave the rest to you. Of these, keep two specifically for guiding spirits – one for inside the city, one for outside. The others should be assigned to the various Death God Temples. There are plenty of Black Robes and Soul-Gathering Beads in the storage room in the main hall. Take them there to collect them, and also show them how to enter the main hall."
Old Master Wu quickly responded respectfully. Seeing that Yang Haoran had no further instructions, Old Master Wu led the newcomers away from the convenience store and headed towards the South Lake Death God Temple.
Several luxury cars departed from the convenience store. The middle-aged woman next door had, at some point, reappeared outside her pharmacy. Watching the array of luxury cars drive away, and then glancing at Yang Haoran's imposing luxury car, an uncertain expression spread across her face.
"Good heavens, I never noticed so many luxury cars parked outside his place before. Could this quack have actually struck it rich and started a company? If that's true, I definitely need to get closer to him. Maybe he can even give my family a hand!"
With that thought, the middle-aged woman's eyes suddenly gleamed. She tossed away the melon seeds she hadn't finished cracking and rushed towards Yang Haoran's convenience store, hoping to get chummy with him. But to her surprise, the rolling shutter door of the convenience store was tightly shut, locked securely.
The middle-aged woman knocked a few times, but no response came from inside, which left a puzzled expression on her face.
"Did he go out? No, I didn't see him leave just now!"
The middle-aged woman was utterly perplexed. She knocked a few more times, but still, there was no response from inside.
"Did he really go out? Goodness, no wonder the shop hasn't been open much lately. Turns out he's made it big and doesn't care about these small sums anymore!"
The more the middle-aged woman thought about it, the more sense it made. She made up her mind: the next time she saw Yang Haoran, she would definitely treat him to a meal and try to close the gap between them.
"Old Wu, our Divine Emissary feels so approachable! Although I was a little nervous around him, he wasn't overbearing like I imagined. I couldn't feel an ounce of pressure from him."
Upon hearing her words, Old Master Wu's lips couldn't help but twitch slightly.
"Approachable? Couldn't feel pressure? " Old Master Wu secretly lamented that this young woman was still too naive.
Yang Haoran's constant smile certainly made him seem approachable, but if one was deceived by that amiable smile, they wouldn't even know how they died. As for the woman saying she felt no pressure from Yang Haoran, that was naturally true, because Old Master Wu had taken all the pressure upon himself. What pressure could these newcomers possibly feel?
Though he thought this, Old Master Wu dared not speak it aloud. Yang Haoran was now his direct superior, and speaking ill of one's superior behind their back was a grave taboo. If some words were twisted by someone with ill intentions and reached his superior's ears, he would undoubtedly be the one to suffer the consequences.
To prevent such a thing from happening, the best course of action was never to gossip about one's boss behind their back. If one had to, they could only praise the boss, never criticize.
"From now on, you must call him Boss. Don't make that mistake again," Old Master Wu said, not intending to discuss Yang Haoran with the woman, merely offering a reminder.
The woman realized her slip of the tongue and quickly apologized, promising it wouldn't happen again.
Another woman sat beside her, clearly good friends with the first. To prevent Old Master Wu from dwelling on her friend's mistake, she quickly chimed in.
"Old Wu, you're the Boss's right-hand man. I'm sure you understand him extremely well. What kind of person is the Boss, really?"
Old Master Wu's expression remained unchanged as he spoke naturally, "Didn't you all see? The Boss is a very approachable person. Furthermore, he's mature and steady, full of many shining qualities. You'll slowly discover these the longer you interact with him."
Old Master Wu spoke in the most flattering terms. He didn't, and dared not, say a single bad word about Yang Haoran.
Meanwhile, inside the convenience store, Yang Haoran's face suddenly turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Implanting the Death God Seal into Night Watchers caused significant consumption for an Emissary of Death. Bestowing Death God Seals upon ten Night Watchers simultaneously was an even more terrifying drain. Even Deng Feng back in his day wouldn't dare to pull such a stunt.
Just now, on a whim, and to save time, Yang Haoran had simply condensed ten Death God Seals at once, almost making a fool of himself.
Fortunately, Old Master Wu and the others had left. If they hadn't, and had witnessed him spitting blood, he would have truly lost all face.
It was ironic that Old Master Wu was still praising Yang Haoran to the newcomers in the car, calling him mature and steady.
Yet, this very mature and steady fellow had just almost made a complete fool of himself.
"Damn it, I rarely get to put on a show, and who knew, *cough cough*, who knew it would end up like this."
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