Chapter 693: Chapter 693: The Intern’s Adjustnt Chapter 693: Chapter 693: The Intern’s Adjustnt The issue with the ninth level of shedding the mortal realm made Feng Jun a bit embarrassed… How am I supposed to explain this?
So he cleared his throat and said, “This matter of coming and going, let’s not discuss it anymore.”
He didn’t explain, and yet the two of them nodded thoughtfully, no longer asking questions.
Feng Jun, accustod to leaving others to their own imaginations, didn’t mind, and then he lead the two to the prepared factory building.
Yang Yuxin was wandering at the door when she saw him, she couldn’t help but complain, “Where have you been… Hey, why are there two Taoists?”
These two maintained their composure, yet their minds were furiously drumming. Indeed, natives of the secret realm, different attire, incomprehensible speech.
But why… did the attire of these natives… look quite nice too?
I don’t want to either, Feng Jun silently chuckled bitterly in his heart. If I could dress them like normal people, would I have given them Taoist robes?
It all cos down to that cross-dinsional cultural issue—their hairstyle is all wrong!
Both had long hair that dangled to the ground with no issue. He reckoned that if he wanted them to cut it, he would have to use force—after all, they believed that one’s body and hair are gifts from one’s parents.
He wasn’t afraid to enforce asures, and he certainly had the strength to, but then, when these two returned to the Earth Plane, it would be trouble, easily noticed by others.
After much thought, he could only have them wear Daoist robes—Taoists with longer hair shouldn’t draw any comnts.
In response to Director Yang’s question, he spoke gravely, “These are the people I found for training, alright, everyone, let’s go et them.”
At that mont, Feng Jun found the situation quite interesting, and there was a slight thrill. Teacher i had gone undercover there, and now these two Tiantong individuals had co to the Earth Plane, also as undercover agents.
Yang Yuxin was montarily stunned but didn’t ask anything further and turned away.
Her understanding of Feng Jun was that he had considerable influence in Daoist circles, so a couple of Taoists coming along wasn’t too strange.
She left, and the young martial master from the ninth level of shedding the mortal realm looked around, “It’s a bit cold here…”
Then he stopped mid-sentence, looking up at the sky in shock, “Is that… a Qi Refinent Realm Butterfly?”
Hua Hua was perched on a tree. It didn’t understand anything about original and alien planes. Seeing a lowly creature from the shedding the mortal realm looking at it and speaking, it tilted its head for a glance at Feng Jun, who had a contemplative expression on his face.
Feng Jun lit a cigarette, deliberately provoking the butterfly to lose its temper.
Seeing this, Hua Hua flashed a white silhouette, and with a “slap,” gave the ninth-level transcendence a sharp slap with its wing.
The ninth-level transcendence, after receiving the slap, first looked astonished, then stepped back, bowing, “I’ve seen my senior.”
This wasn’t because he was afraid of trouble, but the rules of the Earth Plane dictated that those at the ninth level of shedding the mortal realm were commoners. Only upon reaching the Qi Refinent Realm could one be considered an immortal. Disrespecting a Qi Refinent Cultivator, they had the right to punish him.
Hua Hua didn’t understand what he was saying, but it could sense the other’s respect and so flitted away gracefully.
Then Feng Jun turned to the ninth-level transcendence and said softly, “Try to speak less, your accents on this plane are quite uncommon… It can easily cause trouble.”
The two nodded to his words.
Before long, Yang Yuxin brought people over—two experts and four translators—then the lecture began.
The six people were astonished to see the two Taoists—Are we training Taoists in communication skills?
But they had already been inford beforehand, to not ask questions no matter what they saw and to focus solely on their work.
It was precisely because of this that after their initial shock at seeing the two Taoists, the six people reminded themselves: rember your duties, don’t ask what you shouldn’t, don’t tell what you shouldn’t.
Without any further pleasantries, an expert began to lecture, with a translator aiding alongside.
After listening for a while, the interdiate-level martial master glanced at Feng Jun with clear questions in his eyes.
Feng Jun did not respond, until an hour and a half later when the expert paused the lecture for a ten-minute break.
Then the two approached Feng Jun and quietly presented their requests, mainly two points.
The first point was still about communication. The language of Haozhou was very similar to that on the Earth Plane, but the accent was different. Worst of all, there was a big difference in the habitual use of words between both sides.
The second point was about professionalism. The experts spoke in a simple and straightforward manner, and the translators did a good job, but professional is professional after all. Despite a brief training, both friends from the different plane found it very challenging to follow.
Actually, even Feng Jun the trainer couldn’t fully understand.
Feng Jun felt this was a major problem, so he took two notebooks and gave them to the two, along with two carbon pens, gesturing for them to take good class notes and to just ask questions after class if sothing was unclear.
Carbon pens and the like were new on the Earth Plane, and so people in Feng’s place used them, mainly for their ease of carrying and using, and the two were also familiar with them.
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They whispered together for a while, and Feng Jun went over to Director Yang, hoping that the experts could speak in more layman’s terms and be able to answer so questions after the lesson, “…Their foundation is quite poor, and there may be so rather ridiculous questions, so please be patient.”
In short, the exchange of knowledge between two planes would inevitably involve a period of adjustnt.
Even Feng Jun himself, when he first arrived at the Mobile Phone Plane, had to carefully adapt for a long period, and even so, was initially treated as an “outsider” by Lang Da i and the others.
So, this small period of adjustnt was truly nothing to worry about.
Feng Jun felt that they were much luckier than he had been—there was him to diate and reconcile, and both sides were willing to give each other so credit.
Once they started learning, ti flew by quickly, and before they knew it, a day’s teaching had co to an end.
There was a small cafeteria in the base, and those young fellows would also co to the cafeteria to get their als, but they would take them away to eat elsewhere, not dining in.
The six teachers and two students didn’t sit together either and ate their als separately.
After dinner, the two guests from another plane went into the factory again to continue digesting what they had learned during the day.
As individuals sent by Huang Fu Flawless to study, they carried the expectations of the Huang Fu Family and their own futures hung in the balance; the two of them didn’t dare slack off in the slightest.
For the four interpreters, this was actually a deep-learning process. Seeing the two Taoists seriously reviewing, they were not to be outdone and followed them to do so practical operations.
The two experts were sowhat bored, but there were no forms of entertainnt available; mobile signals were blocked, televisions couldn’t be watched, and there were certainly no young ladies around.
So one of them was playing chess by himself while the other was perfecting his thesis.
After the four people from Haozhou digested the knowledge from the day, two of them took the initiative to ask if there was anything the other two didn’t understand.
The remaining two went into the yard to smoke, with one of them muttering, “The accents of those two Taoists from Haozhou just aren’t quite standard.”
The other person was more alert and didn’t respond to his remark.
Half an hour later, two young n walked over to the person who had spoken and said, “Since you have violated the relevant regulations, your work here is now finished… We’re very sorry, and we hope for a pleasant collaboration in the future.”
That person guessed the reason for his dismissal and didn’t attempt to argue—he didn’t have the courage to argue. Since they were already being polite about it, he suspected that if he showed any dissent, he’d possibly be added to a missing persons list.
So he rely smirked, “I’m also very sorry, to trip up on such a trivial matter at my age.”
Then he packed his things and left.
The remaining five people felt sowhat uneasy seeing this, but they were not without their own organizations. One of the experts found Director Yang and asked, “Um… what mistake did Xiao Zhou make?”
Yang Yuxin already knew the inside story, so she replied, “He comnted on the accents of the two students… which was inappropriate.”
The expert felt a chill down his spine, thinking there really were tight surveillance asures here, of the pervasive kind.
But the expert was sowhat mistaken; the man had been in the yard smoking when he made the comnt. It was only because Feng Jun’s Divine Sense was extraordinary and had intentionally captured so sounds that he took notice of it.
The night after an interpreter had left, another arrived the following afternoon. Director Yang needed to ensure a three-to-one student-teacher ratio.
Upon his arrival, the newcor treated everyone to a round of drinks in the evening. While he didn’t dare say much at the table, it was clear he was very happy—coming here not only provided him with the opportunity to learn but also allowed him to curry favor with important people.
Yang Yuxin had set strict requirents for arranging these people at Funiu Mountain, but she also offered good conditions.
Three days went by in the blink of an eye, and the adaptation process between both sides was mostly in place, understanding how to maintain a proper distance and how to communicate if there was a misunderstanding due to accents.
The people from Earth learned about the script from the other plane, and the two Taoists naturally learned about the simplified characters, but everyone tacitly ignored this issue.
Seeing that everything was running smoothly, Feng Jun was ready to leave. He couldn’t stay here indefinitely, as he didn’t consider himself to be a communication engineer, despite learning a considerable amount about communications during his stay.
It was worth learning skills along the way, but it would be ridiculous to lose sight of one’s primary goals.
As he prepared to leave, the experts assessed the learning pace of the two Taoists.
They would need at least another half-month to get a reasonable grasp of the relevant knowledge.
Although half a month doesn’t seem long, the experts rated the two Taoists very highly—they were naturally intelligent, had a strong capacity to understand, and most importantly, their attitude towards learning was extrely earnest, day and night without rest.
Feng Jun chuckled to himself: Nonsense, how could they not work hard? They were ticulously selected and sent here by Chairman Huang Fu himself.
However, as he was about to leave, he had to make the necessary arrangents. There wouldn’t be any problems with the experts and interpreters, with Director Yang overseeing them, but how could they ensure the two guests from another plane wouldn’t cause trouble?
When he had set his requests to Huang Fu Flawless, he had considered this and had asked specifically for Martial Cultivators, not Immortals because an Interdiate Level martial master combined with soone at the ninth layer of Shedding Mundane had the potential to be quite formidable, and the group of young n might not be able to handle them.
For this reason, he had brought Hua Hua from the estate.
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