Early the next morning, Zhong Jiawei went to inspect the market again. She now visits various fruit wholesale markets every day, trying to buy the best quality fruits at the cheapest price.
Jiang Zhihao admires her diligent attitude, even though she does useless work most of the time. But it is better for a person to be diligent than to be lazy.
Jiang Zhihao himself went to find Jin Zhengqing.
This calligraphy and painting exhibition was led by the labor union. Zhong Wenxing came to the unit early in the morning and diligently decorated the venue.
At about 8:40, the superiors also arrived.
Zhong Wenxing hurriedly went up to say hello. He glanced at the layout and asked, "Is everything okay?"
"No problem. Several of the issues you mentioned yesterday have been corrected," Zhong Wenxing replied.
"Where's the Painting and Calligraphy Association?"
Zhong Wenxing hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "It should be no problem."
"Should it?" The superior glanced at him and said with a serious expression: "Although this calligraphy and painting exhibition is an internal event, we have to take pictures and report it to the superiors. I did say hello and patted my chest.
It needs to be done decently. If something goes wrong with the Calligraphy and Painting Association, I won’t have room to put my face on it.”
"Yes, yes, I understand!" Zhong Wenxing responded quickly.
Maybe people are like this, the more they worry about something, the more it will happen.
At nine o'clock, all the people from the work unit who came to see the calligraphy and painting exhibition arrived, but the people from the calligraphy and painting association were nowhere to be seen.
Zhong Wenxing's eyes almost went blind when he looked at the door, and his heart felt like an ant on a hot pot.
He could only say perfunctorily that it was almost there.
Another ten minutes later, this time the superior came over in person and asked with an unhappy look: "What's going on, where are the people from the Painting and Calligraphy Association?"
Zhong Wenxing drooped his head, not knowing how to answer. He also wanted to ask where the people from the Calligraphy and Painting Association were. But Jiang Zhihao's mobile phone number was deleted eight hundred years ago, and he can't contact him now.
The superior seemed to have noticed the clues and asked with a sullen face: "Didn't you say you found someone who has a good relationship with the Painting and Calligraphy Association? What's going on?"
"I, I don't know either... That bastard promised well yesterday and said he would call someone here!" Zhong Wenxing said with a sad face.
"Bastard? Who is it?"
"Yes, yes..." Zhong Wenxing hesitated for a long time, and finally could only tell the truth: "It's my son-in-law Jiang Zhihao."
The superior was stunned for a moment, and then became furious: "Why didn't you tell me earlier! Your son-in-law, who in the work unit doesn't know is a bastard just waiting to die, are you short-sighted? Ask him to do this for you?"
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"He was talking to people from the Painting and Calligraphy Association yesterday. I thought he..."
"What do you think? You thought your daughter could marry into a good family, but what happened?" The superior was so angry that he was shaking all over and pointed at Zhong Wenxing and cursed.
Jiang Zhihao's "famous name" has long been spread throughout the work unit. Everyone knows that Zhong Wenxing's son-in-law is a pile of mud that cannot be held up. Zhong Wenxing has never shied away from this matter.