That jogged Broom Star's memory—not about the incident, but about who Wen Ning was.
"Well, isn't this a coincidence? You look so sharp, such a handsome young man. Is Heavenly Venerable Wen looking for me today?"
Wen Ning pulled a document from the file envelope and placed it on the mahjong table.
"You previously submitted an application stating that the Misfortune Department was severely understaffed and requesting that the organization coordinate the assignment of a staff member."
Broom Star looked down at the report, then back up at Wen Ning.
"I never heard anything after submitting that report. I thought it had been shelved again."
"It hasn't been shelved,"
Wen Ning said.
"After extensive coordination and several rounds of screening, we finally found a very suitable candidate for you."
Broom Star froze for a moment, then stood up and pushed his mahjong tiles away.
"I'm done, I'm done! We're finally getting someone new!"
The other three said nothing when they heard that Broom Star was quitting the game.
After all, he hadn't had a single new recruit in over a hundred years. It was only natural that he was so delighted now.
Wen Ning pulled Feng Dema's assignment form from the envelope and handed it to Broom Star.
"Here's the assignment form. The Heavenly Venerable has already signed it. All it needs now is your signature."
Broom Star took the form. He first checked Wen Zhong's signature, then the prospective recruit's name, before reading the entire form from top to bottom three times.
"Feng Dema."
Broom Star read the name aloud.
"Which department rejected him?"
"What do you mean, rejected? He passed the exam fair and square. He's the nephew of the River Earl of the Yellow River."
Broom Star's eyes widened even further.
"Good heavens, is my department finally