"Qing Lin, don’t be proud of you. Do you think that with your present conditions, you may be pushed to the whole shocking front desk? How many people can convince you? Even Wen Yihui, who is now selected, has gone through a thousand choices, not because he is the only son of the current owner, so let him be the owner. You think things are too simple. " The old man said earnestly, "A long sect with thousands of years’ history, such as our JingJiPai, has formed a relatively perfect selection mechanism. Even if it has made a particularly outstanding contribution, it is impossible to achieve success in a short period of time. Everything needs to be carried out in an orderly way and needs to be assessed in an all-round way. Just like you, being in charge of a small hill like Qingliang Mountain is comfortable, even quite leisure and proud, but can you use it if you want to be transferred to the Beijing resident and accept the job of Dao Futong? It’s not that I look down on you. With you now, don’t say it’s done well. Even if you barely maintain the operation of the Beijing compound, you can’t do it. Qing Lin, if you are interested in this, then you still have a lot to learn. "

Qing Lin repeatedly motioning with his hand, "my ambition is not here. Being a master of Qingliang Mountain…