Under the same night sky, amid the sound of tide, craftsmen in robes knocked on the door of another workshop.

"Hey, it's such a beautiful moonlight."

Jiang Tongguang grinned and looked at the bearded man with a serious face: "Director Gustav, excuse me."

Gustav's face was as dark as water, and he even smiled, "Director Jiang, why are you here late at night?"

Jiang Tongguang raised his hand and shook the bottle in his hand: "The whiskey I brewed recently came out of the cellar. Although it has only been aged for five years, it tastes pretty good. Do you want to drink some together?"

"..."

The two looked at each other in silence for a long time. In the end, Gustav sighed silently and stepped aside: "Please come in."

The living room of the workshop was still chaotic. Manuscripts and materials were randomly discarded, and there was almost no place to stay. Everyone was accustomed to being craftsmen. Jiang Tongguang was too lazy to distinguish which manuscripts were important and which were insignificant. He simply sat down on Gus

On Taff's desk.

Anyway, among so much information, that pile of official documents is the least important.

He waved his hand casually, and the physical properties of the air changed, aggregated and condensed, forming two wide-mouthed cups, which fell into Jiang Tongguang's hands, colliding with each other and making a tinkling sound.

"Would you like some ice?"

Jiang Tongguang poured the clear wine into the cup and sloshed it around. The alluring sweet aroma rose from the amber spirit, making people intoxicated.

"I'm not a good drinker, so I'd better skip it."

Gustave picked up his mug, pure water that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.

"Those two cups are mine."

Jiang Tongguang smiled, and after finishing a glass himself, he joked: "It's not good to be too nervous. Why don't you relax a little?"

"I remember that we discussed the topic of character last month, but there was no result." Gustav said bluntly: "If there is something, you can tell it directly to avoid wasting our time.

time."

"I understand, I understand, efficiency comes first."

Jiang Tongguang put down his wine glass, sat cross-legged on his desk, and said seriously: "Good news, according to the rules of each rotation of the eight directors, you will once again assume the duties of hosting, invigilating and evaluating this craftsman examination."

"What's the bad news?" Gustav asked.

"The bad news is that everyone is worried that you have too many things to handle, so they ask me to help." Jiang Tongguang shrugged: "Of course, for a lazy guy like me, don't expect me to be very enthusiastic. I'm just here to show off.

Ming, if you have any earth-shattering plans, please let me know in advance so that I can stay away and not ruin your affairs."

According to the rules of the association, the three-year craftsman examination is usually presided over by eight directors in turn. Likewise, it is only one of the powers of the position of director.

Even if you take the opportunity to promote one of your close confidants, as long as it is not too excessive and can be explained clearly, everyone will generally acquiesce and won't care.

If any other director were to suddenly intervene in the examination work, the host would probably be furious.

Except Jiang Tongguang.

In an association with fierce struggles, Jiang Tongguang's existence is completely strange, even more outrageous than radicals like Gustav.

Until now, he is the only one in his workshop, with no students and few friends. He does not fight for power, does not seize profits, does not cultivate party members, and does not join in the struggle.

He is kind to others and never puts on airs. Even if someone who is short-sighted occasionally offends, he will be tolerant and only punish small things.

Within the board of directors, he is also a professional peacemaker, mediating conflicts and balancing the parties. The most common words he says are 'it doesn't matter', 'it's all OK', and 'you just have to figure it out'.

At this moment, when Gustav heard this, he understood instantly and sneered: "You are specially sent to be a 'good policeman'. How worried is Deron about me?"

"Aren't you afraid that you will wield the butcher knife again?"

Jiang Tongguang shook his head and sighed, raised his head and drank another glass, sighing: "The last time you came to preside over the exam, the council suffered enough... Several projects in the Federation and the Empire were almost stopped.

The previous chairman was already bald, and his hair was almost falling out. Chairman Delong is about to retire, and he doesn’t want to lose his security at the end of the year.”

"Don't worry, I won't be so 'unhuman' anymore."

Gustav's tone was sarcastic: "This time, as long as their descendants and old friends are not too embarrassed, I will naturally not embarrass everyone."

"It has nothing to do with me, don't accidentally hurt me, old friend."

Jiang Tongguang lowered his head and poured himself another glass: "As long as you don't drive a bus and take the candidates to a desert island, give each of them a gun and tell them that only one can survive and become a craftsman... I don't care."

"If this is true, maybe we can screen out a few good talents and beautiful jade."

Gustav snorted coldly: "Don't worry, Jiang, I'm not a socialist, nor am I a murderer who likes to make trouble with others by nature. I just want to return the exam to its original appearance.

The examination room is just the examination room, not a place for directors to play power games - look at these 'outstanding apprentices' who have signed up, their talents are so great that my workshop can hardly contain them!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, threw out a stack of registration forms, and dropped them on the table.

It was so weird that it really opened Jiang Tongguang's eyes.

The "old guy" who obviously exceeded the age limit for registration. When filling out the form, he still said "I am eighteen years old this year."

A 'young talent' who has published dozens of papers every year since he was seven years old...

In addition, there are more apprentices recommended from many workshops. Each one is related to a master or craftsman, and each one has a thick letter of recommendation, which is full of praises in heaven and earth.

, in the future, it is possible for a master to become a grandmaster, revolutionizing modern alchemy and creating a future, but it seems that if he cannot pass the exam, it must be because he, the director, is blind.

In reality?

How many real talents are there, and how many genuine parallel imports are there?

Jiang Tongguang sighed with emotion.

In the past, when it was his turn, he always made excuses to pass it on to the next director, and he had never been involved in such an exaggerated battle.

Although, I had expected it...

"What are you going to do?"

"Just do whatever you have to do."

Gustave waved his hand indifferently and threw the pile of registration forms and letters of introduction into the pile of old papers. "There are too many repeaters for rote memorization. Memorizing is succinct, speaking eloquently, and giving advice are never invincible. But if you really want to practice,

It's useless at all times.

There are already too many critics, and the association does not need so many chatty mouths."

He said, "I want to restart the Tower of Ten Thousand Transformations!"

"hiss--"

Jiang Tongguang took a breath of air-conditioning, and then poured another glass to calm himself down: "The number of people who signed up this year is almost over a thousand, this consumption...

I'm afraid that after Delong finds out, he would rather you drive a bus and send them to a desert island to play games!"

"It's never easy for a chairman to be a chairman. He always has to choose between headaches and stomachaches. How can there be any reason to take advantage of them all?"

Gustav sneered: "Real gold needs to be refined by fire. If you don't squeeze out some water, who can know how many sponges there are under the colorful decoration?"

"One thing to say, one thing to say, it's true."

Jiang Tongguang drank tons and tons of wine and was about to bottom out.

Logically speaking, as a special assistant assigned by the council, he should advise Gustav not to be so radical at this time, let go of the innocent budget, and let everything be discussed.

But suddenly, he no longer wanted to waste his saliva.

It's no use trying to persuade me anyway.

Besides, why is having fun with a budget so important?

Drink, drink.

He stood up and said goodbye with the wine glass in hand, and left Gustav's workshop, humming a song under the moonlight.

Not far away, under the cliff, the ocean surges and the tides sound endlessly.

Under the stars, on the endless sea between the Empire and the Federation, here is the headquarters of the Ring of Taiyi Association, the most otherworldly existence among the Thousand Islands, an earthly miracle built and laid down by craftsmen.

Emerald in the sea, pearl in the furnace.

——Tianshu Island.

In the night with the sound of waves, everything is silent, and the area where the distant association is located sleeps peacefully.

The years are still peaceful.

Jiang Tongguang whistled, full of expectations.

Predictably...

It’s going to be lively soon!

I originally wanted to write more, but I re-wrote the outline and changed the plot, and suddenly it got stuck... Kavin stuck is so awesome

I'm so sorry ORZ, I will definitely write more next month!
Chapter completed!