The fact that Yaxiao became the butler representative was not surprising in the eyes of the butlers of several bases.
The Eighth Base, which had always supported Burton, cast its vote for Yaxiao. Combined with the votes from the Sixth and Fifth Bases, Yaxiao's victory as the Butler Representative was almost an overwhelming victory.
"Yaxiao, I will hand over the task of the housekeeper representative to you."
Burton's face was a little stiff, but he still maintained the elegant demeanor of an excellent butler. Looking at Yaxiao who walked down from the podium, he said, "This is your first time as a butler representative. There are many things that must be clarified in advance."
"OK."
Yaxiao had just sent a message to Qin Qi about becoming the butler representative. Hearing this, he squinted his eyes and walked directly to Burton's side.
Seeing that Yaxiao did not show any complacent and arrogant expression towards him because of becoming the butler representative, Burton's expression eased a lot. Fortunately, Yaxiao was the butler representative.
If it was Yan Chi, he would definitely vomit to death.
"Becoming a steward representative means that you are no longer a person, but a steward representing the four border bases." Burton paused and continued:
"At the spring meeting in two months, you need to negotiate with the Butlers Association on behalf of us butlers and recruit as many butlers as possible to serve at the border base."
"The number of border guards is increasing year by year. If we cannot replenish the stewards in time, it will be very detrimental to the future development of the border base."
Yaxiao nodded.
He knew the importance of the butler's presence to the taboo.
Just as Burton was about to continue speaking, Yan Chi, the steward of the Fifth Base Marshal, curled his lips, looked at him sarcastically and said:
"You also know that the butler is so important to the border base. Then when you were the representative, why did the number of new butlers decrease year by year? Now you still have the nerve to put pressure on Yaxiao?"
Burton blushed when he heard this and asked unhappily, "What do you know? I wish it were as simple as you think."
Yan Chi sneered when he heard this.
Yaxiao looked at the two butlers arguing with each other, his tail wagging behind him, and then asked curiously: "What is the reason why there are fewer and fewer butlers in our border base?"
Burton and Yan Chi, who were bickering, looked at each other and both looked unhappy.
The conversation was coming to an end. At this time, the stewards from each base were either bickering or chatting, and the atmosphere in the conference hall was quite harmonious.
Gabe, the steward of the Eighth Base Marshal, was originally talking to his companion Kunlde. When he saw the stewards of the other three base marshals gathered together, he thought for a moment, said something to Kunlde, and then walked over to the three stewards.
As soon as he approached, he heard Yaxiao's question. Gabe glanced at Burton and Yan Chi who were slow to explain, and took the initiative to answer: "Because the demand for butlers in the second-tier bases and the central city is increasing."
Yasho looked at Gabe who was speaking.
Gabe, like his employer Lu Chuanxi, is an intellectual immersed in research. He explained: "The four border bases surround the three inner bases in a ring."
As he spoke, Gabe opened the simplified version of the map on the computer and motioned for Yaxiao to look over.
The three bases in the inner circle are called second-line bases.
"The central city is located in the middle of the second-tier base and is firmly guarded by the second-tier base."
"Among the existing human bases, the border base is the first line of defense against the Zerg, and it is also the most dangerous."
"You are a graduate of the Butler Academy in Central City. You should know how attractive Central City is to an ordinary person."
It is the safest and most prosperous place for human beings.
Even among those stewards who have worked in the border base for a long time, many want to leave and return to the central city.
"Among the stewards who have come to the border base through negotiation, most of them are qualified orphans adopted by the Steward Academy, except for those who were born in the border base. As for those stewards who are not orphans, many of them will choose to work in the second-tier bases or stay in the central city."
"In recent years, there have been more and more wealthy people in second-tier bases and central cities, and the demand for butlers has also increased. No matter how much our representatives communicate and fight with the Butler Association, they cannot change the current situation where the number of base butlers is decreasing year by year."
Gabe said as he glanced at Burton and Yanchi.
"Although Burton didn't have outstanding achievements as a representative, he did try his best. Now that you have become a representative, Yaxiao, don't feel too much psychological pressure. Just do your best."
After hearing Gabe's comments, Yan Chi rarely refuted. Burton wanted to speak for himself, but it was an indisputable fact that he did not have the upper hand in the previous communications with the association.
Yaxiao recalled the plot of the original book.
After the destruction of the Seventh Base, the protagonist Wei Shi and his friends moved continuously between several second-tier bases or central cities, looking for clues to the destruction of their hometown.
In the second half of the story, the protagonists living in the central city can indeed see that many ordinary people are accompanied by butlers.
In this way, even in a few years, the situation of fewer and fewer stewards at border bases will not change much unless the number of stewards increases sharply.
But this is impossible to think about. Not to mention that the profession of butler requires mental strength, just the fact that butler academies are only allowed to be opened in the central city and are under the jurisdiction of the association shows that the number of butlers cannot be expanded rapidly.
Yaxiao nodded to the stewards in front of him and said seriously: "I will try my best to be a good steward representative."
Only by being a good butler representative can we guard against those undercover butlers and better protect the villains.
This means that he will need to communicate with the association as much as possible to obtain more housekeeper quotas to serve the border base. The tip of Yaxiao's tail shook slightly.
The three housekeepers were pleased to see the serious attitude of the black-haired boy. Yan Chi added, "Don't worry, we will also go to the spring meeting at that time. After the representative meeting is over every day, you can discuss anything you encounter with us."
Then, Yan Chi said meaningfully: "Don't be like some people who don't know what to do, but are unwilling to discuss it with us for the sake of face."
Burton, who was being hinted at, forced a smile on his face and said, "Yaxiao, the conversation will be over soon. Do you have any plans for the next few days?"
"No, I'm probably just taking care of my employer." Yaxiao recalled his schedule for the next few days and asked, "Is there anything going on?"
"Well, the border meeting will end in four days. On the last day, the four marshals will have a private gathering. If you don't have other plans during the marshals' meeting, you can work with the three of us to set up the venue for the gathering."
Burton said tactfully: "You should know Marshal Qin's preferences better than us."
Arrange...a party
When Yaxiao heard this, his eyes lit up instantly. The tip of his tail hidden in his trouser leg swung twice slightly, and he said excitedly, "Okay, when do we start? I'm good at this. I'm the one who arranges and manages the Marshal's villa."
Yan Chi was a little surprised to hear this. Their marshal had a very good relationship with Marshal Qin, so Yan Chi also knew that Marshal Qin had many rules, which naturally included not allowing the housekeeper to change the layout of the room at will.
It seems that the room decorated by Yaxiao is really to Marshal Qin's liking.
"The marshals have to go to a meeting tomorrow. When they are at the meeting, we can meet to discuss the venue arrangement for the gathering." Yan Chi pinched his wrist and said, "We are very busy at other times, aren't we?"
Yesterday he and the marshal spent the entire night folding a thousand paper cranes.
Although Burton didn't get along with Yan Chi, he didn't raise any objections at this time, just like Gabe next to him.
"good."
Yashao’s response was very positive.
Decorating a room is his favorite and best thing in this world. Although the marshals' private gatherings probably won't have anything special decorated, this doesn't stop Yaxiao from looking forward to it.
Emily was driving the convertible hovercraft with one hand and noticed that Yaxiao next to her seemed to be in a good mood. She thought that he was in a good mood because he had obtained the position of butler representative. She glanced at Yaxiao with an unnatural expression.
"Congratulations."
Emily realized that she was stammering when she spoke, and she wanted to shoot herself.
Yaxiao was sitting in the passenger seat, asking his uncle if there were any new products in the mall. He was a little confused when he heard this, but then he immediately reacted and said happily with his eyes curved: "Thank you."
Emily didn't say anything, but just increased the horsepower of the hovercraft to maximum. The silver hovercraft was like a flash of lightning in the clear sky, and it returned to its parking place in the blink of an eye.
"As the Marshal ordered, I will teach you some simple fighting techniques when we return to the Sixth Base."
Emily pursed her lips and said, "Now that the discussion is over, you should exercise when you have time these few days, so that you don't run out of energy when the time comes."
The Marshal wanted Yaxiao to have a certain ability to protect himself, and Emily would naturally try her best to teach Yaxiao, but the thin and frail butler probably couldn't accept high-intensity training and could only take it step by step.
"Okay."
Yaxiao nodded obediently, looking forward to the fighting skills that the villain mentioned.
[Fourth Uncle, your fighting skills must be amazing, right? ]
[Yeah, that’s great.]
The system looked at the pure light in the host's blue eyes and did not deny it.
In fact, it doesn't take much of a brain to know that Emily is so much weaker than the host, so the fighting skills that Emily taught him won't be much stronger.
But Yaxiao was very happy.
The system knew that Yaxiao was so excited only because the villain was willing to teach him how to become stronger.
In the demon world, only elders who are related by blood are willing to teach little demons how to become powerful.
It is for this reason that the system that once helped Yaxiao become stronger is called Fourth Uncle, and has been called that for four hundred years.
The system is Yaxiao's first "elder", although it has no life and is just a string of retired and aged data.
The system recalled its past experiences and looked at its heartless and energetic host, feeling a pang of bitterness in its heart.
Its poor host had been coveted by other demons as a reserve food since childhood, and had survived alone in the demon world. Just when he was about to become a great demon and live a good life, he was dragged into this hellish place again...
Yaxiao had no idea of his fourth uncle's delicate thoughts. He walked briskly and just as he reached the door of the building, he ran into the villain. All thoughts about his powerful fighting skills and interesting parties were instantly forgotten.
What a lucky coincidence!
Yaxiao was overjoyed and immediately stood next to Qin Qi, and greeted Mist and Soran who were following the villain.
As long as they were not working, Qin Qi didn't mind his subordinates chatting with each other. Yaxiao and the two adjutants were aware of this.
"Yaxiao, congratulations on being selected as the housekeeper representative." Mist said to Yaxiao with a smile.
Yaxiao followed Qin Qi into the elevator, curled his eyes and replied: "This is also thanks to your previous suggestion."
In addition to his uncle helping him write his speech, Mist also gave him a lot of useful advice.
Qin Qi glanced at the smiling black-haired butler, but before he could look away, he was bumped into by Yaxiao.
"Marshal, I will go and set up the venue for your party with the other marshals tomorrow."
Qin Qi looked at the pure joy in Yaxiao's blue eyes. He hummed but didn't react.
Yaxiao was a little dissatisfied. He patted his calf with the tip of his tail and emphasized, "I will definitely decorate the party venue beautifully."
"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it."
Qin Qi replied calmly.
Only then did Yaxiao smile with satisfaction.
Mist and Soran looked at each other after seeing this scene. They both thought of the Marshal's villa and the doll gifts that Yaxiao had given them before, and fell into a brief silence.
Anyway, it's just a private farewell party for the marshals. Even if the setting of the venue is a little weird, it shouldn't be a big deal. And if there is anything inappropriate, the other butlers should be able to stop it... right
Qin Qi was not at all aware of the two adjutants' worries.
In the next few days, after each border meeting, Yaxiao would stand guard at the meeting door.
After the conversation, the young butler became even more clingy than before.
"Very happy?"
Qin Qi thought about his performance over the past few days and turned his head to look at Yaxiao who was helping him iron his military uniform.
"Yes."
Yaxiao raised his chin slightly, with a hint of smile in his eyes, and kept a little surprise for the marshal.
Today the villains will be able to see the venue they arranged together. Yaxiao has been preparing for this day for a long time.
Qin Qi retracted his gaze, tapped his fingertips lightly on the armrest, and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, we will return to the Sixth Base after the gathering and be prepared."
"OK."
Yaxiao thought for a moment, then continued, "Marshal, do you need to prepare farewell gifts for the other marshals?"
"unnecessary."
Qin Qi thought of his colleagues and rejected Yaxiao's proposal in a light tone. Giving them gifts would be a waste.
Upon hearing this, Yaxiao said nothing more and happily prepared to set off for the party venue.
The agreed meeting time is nine in the morning.
This was about the same time as the usual border meetings started, but because the journey was long, Qin Qi and Yaxiao were the last to arrive even though they set out early.
By then, the other three marshals and their stewards had already arrived.
When Qin Qi came in, he looked up at the surrounding scenery, and walked straight to his seat without hesitation.
The three marshals present, Westa, Lu Chuanxi and Wenbol, all had strange expressions on their faces.
"Qin Qi, was this arranged by your butler?"
The Marshal of the Fourth Base, Wenbol, had soft blond hair combed into a neat backcomb with some aristocratic arrogance. His butler Burton stood beside him with the same silver backcombed hair. Both of them had expressions that were difficult to describe.
Each butler is only responsible for the location of their employer, but because everyone is setting up the place together, Burton watched Yaxiao tidy up Qin Qi's position little by little.
He still hasn't recovered.
The scenery on the east side was out of tune with the surroundings. Silver black teacups and teapots with skull reliefs were placed on the table, and there were black and red chairs and cushions. The wooden windows were slightly open, and unknown flowers were placed on the windowsill and swayed gently. The delicate petals formed an evil and weird shape that was particularly creepy.
Burton's eyes swept across the secret compartment of Qin Qi's cabinet, his eyes observing his nose and his nose observing his heart, completely emptying himself. If he remembered correctly, there was a "little surprise" inside.
The employer sitting in front of Burton stared at Qin Qi.
"has a problem?"
Qin Qi raised his eyelids and looked at Wen Bol.
No problem? It's a big problem, okay!
Wen Bol fell silent as he looked at Qin Qi, who was sitting in the rather strange setting, feeling as comfortable as if he were back home.
Wista looked at Qin Qi and Ya Xiao, and found that the two were very satisfied with the current arrangement and didn't think there was anything wrong. He couldn't help laughing until his stomach hurt: "No problem, no problem, don't worry about these small details."
Where on earth did Qin Qi find a butler who understands his hobbies so well!
Several marshals said that it was a private gathering, but it was just a hypocritical way of keeping in touch for the sake of the subsequent base cooperation, and the topics at this time were always unimportant things.
"The taboos of our base will also go to the fourth base to support and jointly wipe out the nest of black bone insects. You must treat us well at that time, Wenbol, otherwise be careful that my subordinates will stay up late at night and do something boring."
Westar crossed his legs. This time he no longer folded paper cranes, but instead began to fold colorful stars.
"Don't worry, I will increase the number of soldiers patrolling at night during that period."
Yaxiao stood sideways beside Qin Qi. He was not interested in the military affairs mentioned by the marshals. He looked at the beautiful flowers from time to time, and occasionally looked at the stars in Westar's hand to pass the time.
Wista noticed the black-haired boy's gaze, raised his hand and waved the blue star in his hand at Yaxiao, smiling without airs: "Do you want it? Although this is folded for my dear angel, I can give you a blue star."
Yaxiao actually wasn't very interested in that exquisite gadget. Just as he was about to shake his head to refuse, Westa had already thrown the star in his hand towards him.
Before Yaxiao could reach out, Qin Qi had already stopped the little blue star and threw it back with a calm expression: "Don't throw your things to my housekeeper."
"So you're not folding paper cranes anymore, you're folding stars instead? What? You got rejected again?"
Wenbol watched the whole process from the side. He lay on the sofa, letting his butler style him. He tilted his head to look at Westa and made another precise attack, mocking:
"Wista, I am really touched by your efforts. The paper crane was rejected by your sweetheart. Now which woman are you going to give the star to?"
"I think you should not waste your efforts."
Wista carefully caught the star with both hands, and immediately said angrily: "What did you say? What do you mean by wasted effort?"
"Bourdon repeat it to him."
Wenbol ordered his butler.
"This is so ridiculous. You think you don't have a housekeeper?" Westar said, turning to look at the yawning Yan Chi, "Hurry up and do it. Do you hear me?"
“This costs extra money.”
"Fuck! No more!"
"Stop arguing, or let's go."
Marshal Lu Chuanxi of the Eighth Base was calculating important data. He raised his pale face, and the butler Gaibu beside him also looked unhappily at the few people who disturbed his employer's work.
Suddenly the room became even noisier.
Ya Xiaoke liked this scene so much that he wagged his tail and looked at Qin Qi.
Qin Qi seemed to like this scene very much. Although his expression was calm, his brows revealed a sense of relaxation and comfort.
Noticing the butler's gaze, Qin Qi turned his head to look. As the two looked at each other, Yaxiao curled his eyes and walked forward to add some tea.
Qin Qi's eyes fell on the steaming tea. He said nothing, but took out a blood-red eyeball from somewhere and rubbed it in his palm.
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Sheng Cheng, who was far away in the Sixth Base, finally didn't have to work overtime that day.
That damn housekeeper forgot to distribute the work tasks today. Sheng Cheng hadn't had a good sleep for a long time, so he certainly wouldn't remind the other party and decided to go to bed at eight o'clock that night.
Ever since the failed assassination attempt on the marshal, Sheng Cheng would dream every night that he had successfully assassinated Victor, watching Qin Qi rioting out of control in ecstasy and enjoying the fruits of victory.
However, this time, Sheng Cheng had a brand new dream after a long time.
In the dream, at a press conference of the border meeting, a gentle-looking female reporter suddenly stood up, pulled out a gun and shot at Qin Qi who was sitting above.
Taking this as a signal, dozens of men and women simultaneously killed the ordinary people sitting around. Before the ordinary people around could feel fear, the floor was instantly covered with dark red blood. The military wanted to stop them, but these rebels seemed to be desperate and frantically relied on the corpses of ordinary people to resist the attack.
No one knew better than these rebels that only if a huge riot broke out at the press conference would they have a chance to assassinate Qin Qi.
Qin Qi, who was sitting above, watched all this calmly. He had just attended the funeral of his elder Victor.
At the moment when a paranoid rebel was about to detonate the bomb, Qin Qi appeared behind the man, and his arm with a sharp skeleton pierced through his heart, and blood slowly dripped onto the floor along the silver bone claws.
"Why kill innocent people?"
The man in black military uniform spoke in a low and hoarse voice, as if he was asking a question to the group of assassins, or as if he was asking a question to himself.
The dream was shattered in an instant.
Sheng Cheng opened his eyes instantly, he quickly took out his light computer and kept scrolling through the latest news.
No, no, why not
Shouldn't it be revealed at this time that the marshal of the Sixth Base was assassinated and the perpetrators were all residents of the Seventh Base? Qin Qi's already bad reputation plummeted because of his overly cruel behavior, so why didn't it happen? That's not right!
Sheng Cheng's eyes were bloodshot. Just as he was about to smash the computer in anger, it suddenly made a ding-dong sound. Sheng Cheng's eyes flashed with anticipation, and he quickly opened the computer:
[Yaxiao: Shengcheng, we are coming back today. I forgot to send you the information topic during the day. I have just sent it to your mailbox. See you tomorrow! ]
Sheng Cheng: …
Fuck, I should have fallen down earlier.
(End of this chapter)