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Zhang Ping watched the fat shopkeeper being dragged away like a dead dog, and put away the Dragon Saber.

Wang Chengge watched Zhang Ping retract the knife with great interest, and asked him: "The knife is not bad, how did you do it?"

The tone was relaxed, as if the ghost crying and howling behind him were not his previous white gloves.

"Go to West City." Zhang Ping replied casually.

Unexpectedly, Wang Chengge actually picked up the conversation.

"Well, the blade is smooth, the handle is suitable for a wide grip, and it also has a few traces of elemental power. It's a good knife!"

"If you have a chance, take me to this blacksmith shop, and I will come too."

Now Zhang Ping felt that this person was quite interesting.

Watching the fighters under him push the fat shopkeeper away, Zhang Ping gestured in that direction with his head, and asked:

"Team Leader Wang, the shop that made money every day was closed because of me, so you have no idea?"

On the contrary, Wang Chengge gave a relieved smile: "Don't underestimate me, the people from the Department of Exorcism can still be clear about this matter."

While speaking, his subordinates had already pulled out all kinds of belongings from the ruins and carried them to the open space to count them.

Wang Chengge took Zhang Ping to the side, and the two stood side by side in front of the pile of belongings that had piled up into a hill.

"How long have you been in the Exorcist Division?"

Only then did Zhang Ping realize that he hadn't been formally introduced to his colleagues in other departments except his brother and director of the West Department.

So he reported his own information: "Zhang Ping, a native of Xicheng, has been in Zhongcheng for two days, and is currently the team leader of the West Division, which group is the specific..."

Zhang Ping glanced at his subordinates who shook their heads behind him, then turned around and said, "I don't know yet, I have to go back and ask."

Wang Chengge was surprised: "Just came here for two days? Did you get the token in Zongmen?"

Zhang Ping nodded.

Wang Chengge reconfirmed: "Hopeful?"

Zhang Ping nodded: "Wang Qi."

Qianlang sighed for a long time, shook his head with a wry smile: "Sure enough, the young people nowadays are really promising one by one."

The praise for the outstanding boy ended, and Wang Chengge continued to return to the topic just now.

"I really love money. I can't help it. I'm afraid of being poor."

"Sometimes it's really hard to look like a dignitary in front of others and a downcast in the back."

Wang Chengge turned his head: "Zhang Ping, what do you think is the status of the Exorcist in Midtown?"

Zhang Ping thought about what he had encountered in the past two days, and thought deeply: "A hero in the eyes of the pioneers, a thorn in the flesh of the greedy."

Surprised, Wang Chengge took a step forward and looked at the boy seriously again.

With a smile: "It's not easy, as expected of a genius who can kill Daosheng!"

In one sentence, it fully explained the harsh situation under the glamorous appearance of the magician.

When foreign enemies such as demons and beasts came, the pioneers headed by Si Zijin ordered all demon slayers to rush to the battlefield day and night, building a line of defense with flesh and blood.

Exploring the way forward is also the lifelong wish of several generations of the city lords.

Tens of thousands of compatriots who went on and on drove the darkness out of Zhongcheng, making Zhongcheng known as a peaceful and prosperous age.

However, in this peace, sorrow is once again born due to the despicableness of human nature.

Not everyone can sacrifice their lives for their compatriots like the Exorcist, and not everyone understands the enormous power of the Exorcist to inspect the world.

Maybe I know, but I just don't want to think about it.

These are the dilemmas that every demon warrior will face.

On the one hand, it is the glory of protecting righteousness, on the other hand, it is the resistance of the same clan.

As a city dweller, Zhang Ping was able to understand such a simple and profound truth in just two days, so Wang Chengge couldn't help but take a look at it.

In fact, the warriors of the Exorcist Division have no prejudice against whether they are from the lower city.

It is precisely because of the pain of sacrifice that they learn to respect every life.

So Wang Chengge was still very happy to hit it off with Zhang Ping, hooking shoulders and backs.

"Then do you know how to calculate the allowance of the demon division?"

This touched Zhang Ping's knowledge blind spot.

However, he still applied his experience in the army in his previous life: "Well, before becoming a full-time employee, there will be a small allowance every year. After being promoted, the allowance will be paid according to the level of the position."

"During the working period, a certain amount of family allowance is given every year. If you retire, will you be paid an annual retirement allowance or a one-time subsidy?"

Although the theory of this set of allowances was not completely correct, Zhang Ping took it apart and pieced together a rough idea.

But it is already a fairly mature and complete system.

Wang Chengge was stunned when he heard it.

He smiled wryly again: "It's true that the wave behind pushes the wave ahead, I don't even understand it."

"I understand what you said, it's quite perfect."

"But in reality, we're pretty simple."

"The warriors of the Exorcist Division are equivalent to ordinary people, and they are already treated very preferentially."

"For the position of team leader, everyone will be given a big house. Have you received it too?"

Zhang Ping thought about getting that set by himself, and nodded.

"Below the team leader, the team leader will also give away the house, but the area will be smaller."

"Ordinary warriors below the team leader will receive a small monthly housing allowance."

"As for food and lodging, the demon division will take care of it."

"In addition, all warriors, three to ten high-level spirit stones per month. According to the position, the distribution is from low to high."

"That's it."

Zhang Ping frowned.

This system sounds very particular, it arranges all the living, food and lodging, and distributes the best spirit stones.

But other than that, what about money for other parts of life?
Seeing Zhang Ping's appearance, Wang Chengge knew he understood.

He patted his left leg with a smile, and lifted the trousers from bottom to top.

A prosthetic limb carved with spiritual stones and flashing with spiritual energy suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Ping.

Zhang Ping is awe-inspiring and a symbol of veterans.

"Three years ago, Moyu lost it."

"Fortunately, that old boy Pan Feipeng has a good handiwork, so he gave me back a leg."

Wang Chengge put down his trousers, and said with a relaxed expression: "At that time, I met two bastards in the early stage of Daosheng, dare to be vague?"

"I don't regret it. I have never been afraid of being able to charge into battle with the director. It's just a pity. After fighting for thousands of years in Gou-ri-'s Demon Realm, I still can't take it down."

Wang Chengge walked in front of a large pile of belongings, knelt down and picked up a shining golden ornament, pinched it in the palm of his hand and threw it up.

Glittering in the sun.

"We are for them." Wang Chengge pinched the golden object and pointed around, looking at the crowd here.

Zhang Ping saw greed flashing in their eyes.

"They thought we were stuffed."

"How many people worked hard to pay taxes for this leg."

"How shabby it is to give such a large piece of spirit stone to such a cripple like me."

The golden object in his hand emitted a dazzling light, piercing the eyes of all who were looking at it.

"People from the Exorcist Department eat from the public house and live in the public house. The old, weak, sick, and dead are all under the care of the public house. Isn't it a waste of Zhongcheng's resources?"

The veteran's hand holding the gold object kept tightening, trembling slightly.

"Zhang Ping, I don't agree with how they look at us."