A group of boatmen gathered together, looking at Yang Zhengshan with some unease.
Sun Cheng and Ning Bo stood at the very front. Sun Cheng wore a fawning smile, while Ning Bo's expression was calm.
Yang Zhengshan first walked up in front of Sun Cheng. "Are you willing to work for this general?"
Sun Cheng said with a sycophantic smile, "It is this old man's good fortune to be able to serve the general!"
He was only an ordinary person. Although he had some talent for seafaring, he still lived cautiously.
Of course, that did not mean he was truly just a coward. His fawning was only a false front. A man who had lived his whole life on the sea—what great winds and great waves had he not seen?
"Mm. From now on, your monthly pay will be doubled. Work well for this general, and this general will not treat you poorly!" Yang Zhengshan reached out and patted his shoulder, saying with satisfaction.
"Thank you, General! This old man will kowtow to the general!" A light of surprise and joy burst from Sun Cheng's eyes. To him, this was an unexpected delight.
"No need to kowtow!" Yang Zhengshan smiled gently and held his arm. "From now on, just work well!"
"Yes!" The smile on Sun Cheng's face grew even brighter.
Yang Zhengshan then walked up in front of Ning Bo. Compared to Sun Cheng, Ning Bo had a bit more pride.
He looked at Yang Zhengshan neither servile nor overbearing. Yang Zhengshan did not care about his pride and asked, "What cultivation level are you at now?"
"Second layer of the Postnatal Realm!" Ning Bo said.
"Not bad. For now, be a centurion under me!"
"A centurion!" Ning Bo revealed a disdainful look.
Generally speaking, as long as someone