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"These employees have worked hard, and we can give them a raise later." Yang Lin said softly.

The sound was very low, but Tony's teachers heard it clearly.

Some of the people who were busy with their work suddenly became faster, and the intern who was washing hair at the back also increased his speed.

The boss's words really worked.

For ordinary employees like them, nothing in life can make them more hopeful about their future life than hearing the words "salary increase".

There is more work to do here, but the salary is two thousand Alliance Coins more than the previous position. What a concept! It's a full half more. And now the salary is going to increase again.

A thousand words cannot describe it, only one sentence can.

"Boss Yang is really a kind person."

........

Seeing Yang Lin coming over, Qingniu stood up and said:

"Boss, are we leaving now?"

Yang Lin shook his head slightly and introduced the two people behind him:

"This is my friend from the Qingniu tribe whom I met today. He is a powerful person with the strength of the fifth realm."

Yan Ling'er stuck out her little head to take a look, then shrank back in fright.

Such a strong minotaur, could it be a man-eating beast?

Qingniu scratched the back of his head tactically and said honestly:

"Haha, hello, my name is Qingniu, he is my boss, I guess you are the boss's wife and sister."

Really straightforward.

Yang Lin complained in his heart.

Behind him, Leah's pretty face blushed slightly, and her charming green peach eyes wandered over Yang Lin. She shyly turned her head away, but her mind unconsciously recalled the last time he stood up to the grassland bandits alone.

"Ahem, Qingniu, this is the eldest daughter of the elf tribe leader, and this is Yan Ling'er. I have nothing to do with either of them, so don't make a mistake."

Hearing this, Leah's face, which had finally shown emotion, immediately fell. She reached out her hand and wanted to pinch Duo's waist hard, but remembering that there were so many people around, she had no choice but to give up and stared at him with her two resentful peach blossom eyes.

"Oh, so that's how it is." Qingniu suddenly realized.

Simply remember the appearance of the two people in your mind.

Next time you meet them, well, you can't chop them or hit them.

He thought so.

"Hey, Boss Yang, you guys are back."

A crisp voice was heard, and Yang Lin knew who was coming without even looking.

Yan Lingji, wearing a flame orange knee-length skirt, walked up to Yang Lin and took out a notebook swiftly.

"This is the account book after you left. All the transactions in the store are recorded here."

As she spoke, Yan Lingji glanced at the Tony teachers who were busy as hell.

"I invited them from other barbershops at my own suggestion. Don't worry, they all have good skills."

Yang Lin glanced at the account book and nodded slightly.

"Well, it seems that the business has been good these days since you ran the store."

Yesterday was the highest income day. The six Tony teachers didn’t even have lunch and earned 20,000 Alliance Coins in one day.

With such a year, earning a million dollars a year is not a dream.

and many more!

Damn, this is not right. I want to build an assassin's organization, not to make money. I want the fewer people the better. How come the higher the number, the more it increases?

Houli Crab, I... I've gone astray.

What use do I have for this god-level hairdressing skill?

............

At noon, Qingniu said goodbye to Yang Lin and said he was going to the gym to build muscles. Yang Lin understood deeply that the other party's muscular body was not groundless and was not born with it.

At dusk, the barber shop closed early. After a few people had dinner and chatted for a while, Yang Lin took a shower and went to the balcony to practice.

The next morning.

After saying goodbye temporarily, he headed to the Guantian Tower side by side with Qingniu, who had been working hard all night.

The 23rd floor of Guantian Tower.

Mr. Turtle took a sip of wine and looked at the black shuttle on the table with his slightly narrowed eyes.

"Old Turtle, you have been retired for many years. This is the first time I see you display your skills."

A young girl with a haggard face and dark circles under her eyes stood next to Mr. Turtle, and it was obvious that she had been up all night.

There were many people around him who were like him, with deep bags under their eyes and haggard faces.

These people stayed up late to watch Old Turtle work, probably because they wanted to learn the techniques of this master weapon repairer and see if they could comprehend some of them and thus improve their own cultivation techniques.

"You young people are usually told to practice more instead of just repairing things. Now, your bodies are not as energetic as an old man like me."

Mr. Turtle took a sip of wine and did not forget to mock these younger generations.

One of the young men in white curled his lips.

"What? You old turtle must have lived a long time. I've only lived 16 years, how can I compare with you?"

"Ok!"

Mr. Turtle may be old, but his ears are very smart.

The young man in white shrank his neck and retreated behind the crowd.

"Mr. Turtle, is my shuttle repaired?"

At this moment, a magnetic male voice was heard.

Old Turtle calmly put it in the teacup.

Yang Lin walked to the table and stroked the long shuttle.

Yes, the body has become more handsome and slender.

Especially the area where the dense lines were filled in, when the palm passed over it, it seemed as if one could feel the waves of flying laws coming from it.

"It's fixed?"

"Yeah." Old Turtle nodded slightly.

"How much?" Yang Lin asked.

He is known as Yang Baipiao in the underworld. Although he likes to get things for free, he never bargains when doing serious transactions.

"No money required. You lent me your treasure to study before, so I'll consider it as a gift."

Old Turtle picked up the teacup, blew on it, and took a sip.

"Well, thank you very much."

After saying thank you, Yang Lin dropped the black shuttle at his feet, put his hands behind his back, and turned into a black stream of light and flew away in front of a crowd of onlookers.

The green ox followed behind him, transforming into a green light and following closely.

After the two left, Mr. Turtle put down the teacup in his hand, glanced at the younger generations who were watching, and said in a stern voice with a hint of authority:

"What are you all standing here for? Go back to your posts."

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[PS: Regarding the typos, I was ill before and didn't have the energy to correct them. I will slowly correct them in the next few days when I am about to recover. Dear "readers", please correct the mistakes for the humble author. 】