Several days later, the city government finally confirmed Chen Shouyi's new benefits.
This time, the person who came to sign the new benefits contract wasn't Bai Xiaoling, nor was it a city government employee. It was a deputy director of the provincial general office.
In the villa's tea room, Chen Shouyi skimmed through the contract, his eyes taking in line after line.
"I hope you're satisfied with the contract. If you have any requests, the provincial government can still consider them as appropriate. We'll do our best to meet any that we can," the deputy director of the general office asked gently, a slightly nervous smile on his face.
A Martial Master really was on a different level. His benefits and the provincial government's regard for him were worlds apart from those of a Great Martial Artist. Not only had his salary and allowances increased four or five times over, but from now on, the provincial government would also cover all his weapon expenses—including the purchase of bows, arrows, and swords. Of course, they were for his own use only.
Chen Shouyi sighed faintly, then turned to the last page and said, "Everything looks fine."
He picked up a pen and quickly signed the contract.
In fact, the reason the authorities had decided on his Martial Master benefits so quickly, even drawing the attention of the provincial government, was entirely due to a transfer request from the Xinjing municipal government.
The province had received this unreasonable demand—a shot in the dark, hoping something might stick—and promptly tossed it into the trash, pretending it hadn't seen it. A Martial Master had finally appeared; there was no way they were going to let him be poached to Xinjing. That made no sense at all.
After that, Chen Shouyi's benefits were quickly settled.