The news spread by Chen Pi in the past few days has been quite effective. Many secret agents who were originally affiliated with Jianghu Division have returned to work. Wu Zhongxian and Chen Pi themselves did not expect to achieve such excellent results.
However, Chen Pi finally reminded Wu Zhongxian: "My lord, these people have been away from the Jianghu Division for a long time. Their loyalty cannot be completely guaranteed, and there are many people with ulterior motives among them."
Wu Zhongxian nodded, the review was still required, but those with ulterior motives who dared to mix in and come to the Jianghu Division must have been well prepared.
If you want to fabricate false information and false proof, it is not too easy for Liubu!
Regarding this situation, Wu Zhongxian actually didn't have much to do. He could only let them be included in the Jianghu Division and then investigate slowly. Anyway, he was detained in the Jianghu Division and he was not afraid of them causing any big trouble.
Therefore, the task of checking the newly recruited personnel of Jianghu Division fell to Si Jinglan as expected. Wu Zhongxian was very confident about the latter's vision for selecting talents and overall planning ability.
Wu Zhongxian turned around and looked at Si Jinglan, who was sitting in the Jianghu Siyuan. In front of him was a desk with a corner missing, which was filled with various documents and materials.
Si Jinglan completely moved from the Ministry of Revenue to the Jianghu Department a few days ago. Wu Zhongxian can still remember the look in the eyes of the Minister of Revenue and the Minister of Rites when Si Jinglan left the Ministry of Revenue.
The two men looked at Wu Zhongxian like two hungry wolves...as sharp as they wanted to eat him alive...
Si Jinglan's nominal teacher was the effeminate Minister of Etiquette who had a quarrel with Wu Zhongxian in the court. When he learned that his beloved disciple would be transferred to the Jianghu Department, he almost fainted from anger on the spot.
If Si Jinglan hadn't repeatedly explained that this was all arranged by her uncle, the right minister, these two adults would have dared to block the palace to protest!
This made Wu Zhongxian feel dizzy. Before he even did anything, he offended two court officials. If he follows these trends, within a few years, the entire court will become his mortal enemy.
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But then again, Si Jinglan did manage the household department in an orderly manner during her years in the household department. Since she joined, no matter how big or small, she has never made any mistakes.
It's no wonder that the Minister of the Ministry of Finance doesn't want to let him go.
Si Jinglan raised her little head from the numerous documents and saw Wu Zhongxian not far away. When she saw him wandering around the yard, she immediately gave him an annoyed look.
Wu Zhongxian came to the desk with some embarrassment and asked in a soft tone: "How is the situation today?"
"The number of people who came to report today is more than 500 in the field, and this does not include the former Jianghu Department staff." Si Jinglan paused when she said this, and then secretly sent a message to Wu Zhongxian:
"The number of people is increasing day by day. At first, there were only a few people who came to work in Jianghu Division. Now you look at this endless stream of people."
"Should we raise the threshold? Just the people who are already on the payroll are enough to overwhelm the current Jianghu Division's finances. If we further expand the scope of recruitment, the personnel expenses alone will make you poor."
Wu Zhongxian glanced at the long queue of people and replied via voice transmission: "It's okay. You don't have to worry about the funds. I'll figure it out."
Behind the desk are many people who want to work in the Jianghu Department. There are so many people that they can't even queue in the yard, and they line up all the way to the streets outside the square.
This sudden appearance of people really startled the hidden piles outside the hospital. Seeing this posture, those hidden piles thought they were all traveling together at first.
"You block the whole place in the street. I can't even set up a stall. I'm screwed!"
A white-haired old man was holding a fortune-telling flag in his left hand and a wooden box in his right hand. He looked at the people queuing up in front of his stall and shouted angrily.
On the front of the small square flag is written: Gan Luo's hair is born early and his teeth are late, and Peng Zuyan's life expectancy is uneven.
On the back is written: Fifty words for fortune telling and fortune telling, thirty words for naming Kanyu.
"Old man Wang, why did you close the stall so early today?" A passing lady who lived in the shop asked curiously as she looked at the white-haired old man who was cleaning up the stall.
Strange to say, this white-haired old man arrived before dawn every day and stayed here on the street corner until sunset before leaving. At noon, the family's children did not come to bring food to the old man.
The old man didn't pay much attention to these things. He sat cross-legged on the floor. At noon, he took out a piece of Hu cake from his pocket, then asked for a bowl of tea from the neighbors, and drank the coarse tea happily.
Over time, nearby residents all knew that there was an old fortune teller named Wang squatting at the entrance of Jianghu Division. Although his fortune telling was not very accurate, he greeted everyone he saw with a smile every day, and his popularity in this alley was quite good.
"Isn't there nothing I can do about it? I wonder what's going on here these days. Why are there so many people here? Look at all the people in front of my stall. How can I do business?" The old fortune teller shook his head helplessly.
He shook his head and said.
"Don't you think this is a coincidence? Recently, my sister has a new boy in her family. I would like to ask you to come and have a look. See how promising this child will be in the future. By the way, you can give him a name." The aunt smiled.
He helped the old man clean up the stall together, then glanced at the white hexagram flag, rolled his eyes and said:
"Old man, look at the one in our neighbor's house. Is the price enough to..."
"It's easy to say! It's easy to say! I don't have anything important to do today, so I just let you go like this." When the old man saw the business, he immediately beamed with joy and agreed repeatedly.
At this moment, an inappropriate voice sounded from the side.
"Old man, please give me a fortune."
The aunt was immediately furious when she heard this. She had just discussed the price with the old man, but the next second someone came to cut off her beard. She said without raising her head: "You are talking like that! What old man! Do you know?
Respecting the elderly? I don’t know how your family taught you!"
"Everyone in my family is dead, so they don't have time to teach me this."
That voice was very cold, especially when the aunt heard it, her face changed drastically, and she raised her head and looked at that person.
I saw that this person was a young girl. Although the green shirt on her body looked clean, the girl's face was covered with dirt, and her slightly yellowed hair was also full of dirt. At first glance, there was a lot of dirt.
The days have gone by without any care, and they have all stuck together and formed a lump.
The most eye-catching thing is that the girl has a sword on her waist. The reason why it is eye-catching is that it is a wooden sword!
After hearing this, the girl rummaged through her body and finally found only a dozen pennies, which was not enough.
"That's right! If you don't have money, go away quickly, don't delay the master's business!" Seeing that the girl couldn't raise fifty coins, the aunt drove the girl away angrily.
The old fortune teller touched his mustache, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes that no one noticed, and finally murmured: "The fate brings the seven-kill game, and the evil star comes into the fate. It's a bit interesting..."
