It can be said that Jia Zheng is not a "diligent" person.
No, at the end of the day, he had already returned from the ministry. When he entered the door, he summoned people to discuss the funding issue for the resumption of work at the provincial hospital.
Jia Lian, who was still sleeping with his quilt in his arms in the study, heard the boy coming to report, and raised his eyes to glance at the chiming clock.
Damn it! It’s not even nine o’clock in the morning, and classmate Jia Zheng has already clocked in from work and came home?
Your efficiency at work is really high!
You can reach this level by fishing. Otherwise, if you have been working in the Ministry of Industry for more than ten years, how come you were only promoted from a sixth-grade director of the Ministry of Industry to a fifth-grade worker outside the Ministry of Industry? p>
It is estimated that if you can work so steadily without getting promoted, only the janitor can be your brother-in-law.
Speaking of the meeting of the "Jia Clan Provincial Family House Project Department", Jia Lian really didn't want to go.
All of you are elders, all are capable people, and all of you think you are a master. Then you can just do it yourself, why do you ask me to do it?
Jia Lian covered his head with a quilt:
"Just say that I have already gone to the Yamen."
"But the second grandma has already returned for the second master, saying that the second master will be here shortly."
Damn! This Wang Xifeng is an expert in troublemaking.
Jia Lian got up reluctantly, and then remembered that the person who sent the message did not know that he lived in the study, so he should have gone directly to the bedroom.
Wang Xifeng was afraid of affecting her own face, so she naturally refused to come and ask herself, so she agreed on her behalf.
Alas, this woman always puts her own interests and face at the forefront of everything.
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When Jia Lian yawned and rushed to the small hall behind Rongxi Hall, the meeting of the "Jia Clan Provincial Villa Project Department" had already been held for a while.
Sitting in the middle, Jia Zheng looked solemn, twirling his black beard back and forth in his hand, and seemed to be listening intently to General Lai reading out the contents of his account book one by one.
Sitting on the chair to the right of Jia Zheng, Jia She, who had blue eyes, a sore waist and weak legs, yawned one after another. It was obvious at a glance that he must have experienced another tough battle last night.
Jia Zhen, who has never been used to getting up early, is not much better. She sits upright, but her upper and lower eyelids are fighting all the time. But he is the patriarch after all, so he still needs this face, so he has to order someone to bring him a cup of strong tea.
A cup of strong tea.
The luckiest person today is Jia Rong. He worked the night shift last night and couldn't come back until nearly noon. He perfectly avoided today's meeting and didn't have to suffer this crime.
Jia Qiang didn't want to come either, for fear of making Jia Zhen unhappy, so he had to sit pitifully behind Jia Zhen. At this time, he looked absent-minded, thinking only of the girl who could sing.
Jia Lian, who was forced to do business, had long known that they had falsified the old account book. Hearing this was a waste of life. But now that he was here, he looked at Jia Zheng in a daze.
Jia Zheng considers himself a "courteous and kind gentleman with a natural and unrestrained nature". He loves romance and has always looked down on secular affairs.
At this point, the little round-faced son and his father are of the same character. Both father and son "don't like to read serious books" and "don't like to do serious things."
But the difference is that Baoyu is protected by Jia Mu and can blatantly "don't do it if you don't like it", while Jia Zhengren has to shoulder the family business when he reaches middle age, so he can only choose to "pretend to do it if he doesn't like it".<
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Just like now, Jia Zheng is "pretending" to listen carefully to the work reports of relevant staff.
In fact, what he was thinking about after today's meeting was when he was chatting with the group of sycophants. Was he going to talk about the origin of the name Junshan Silver Needle? Or was he going to talk about why the Go pieces were black and white?
Color? Or why not discuss in advance what font should be used for the plaque and couplets of the Provincial Family Courtyard?
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Lai Da was still reading the account book leisurely and endlessly, as if she were an old woman putting her children to bed, very patiently.
The first ones to be coaxed into sleep were father and son Jia She and Jia Lian. They fell asleep in almost no particular order. It was just that one held his forehead with his left hand and the other with his right hand. The father and son slept like a pair of stone lions. p>
Jia Zhen sat upright, but her eyes were already distracted. She never noticed that the father and son sitting opposite him had fallen into a deep sleep. Not long after, Jia Zhen's breathing became heavier and gradually turned into a gentle snoring.<
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After Jia Qiang heard her godfather's gentle snoring, she immediately transformed into Liu Mengmei and met her beloved girl by the Peony Pavilion in her dream.
Only Jia Zheng, who has practiced the magic of turning a deaf ear in meetings for many years, listened attentively from beginning to end, with a solemn expression on his face, twirling his black beard back and forth in his hand, but he did not know that he was the only one who had not been coaxed by Lai Da
Asleep.
Lai Da glanced around and secretly smiled in his heart. He had followed Jia Zheng for many years and had long known that Mr. Zheng Da had actually entered a state of "Wandering in the Sky". At this time, there was no difference between him and the sleeping people. p>
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Half an hour passed.
An hour passed.
An hour and a half passed.
At noon, Jia She woke up from hunger on time. When he opened his eyes, he saw Jia Zhen sitting opposite her with her mouth half open. Not only was she snoring, but there was also a trickle of saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. She couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Come.
Jia Lian and Jia Qiang were instantly awakened by the sound of "haha". Jia Zhen woke up immediately and immediately felt lost. She quickly took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and pretended to cover her cough, but she was actually wiping her saliva.
Jia Zheng was startled by the cough and realized that Lai Da was still reading the account book, so he asked:
"Have you finished reading?"
Lai Dakong replied respectfully:
"To tell you the truth, I have just finished reading seven books, and there are seven more to come."
Jia Zheng coughed and said seriously to the crowd:
"I have read through seven account books. Please tell me what problems you have heard so that we can find out what went wrong in the project."
Everyone tried to make excuses, but no one could explain why.
Jia Zheng said again:
"It's already July, more than half a year since the project started, and the project hasn't been completed yet, but Guanzhong's money has almost been spent.
I called everyone here today just to see what’s wrong with the account and to see how we can think of ways to tighten our grip so that the Queen’s provincial residence can be built quickly.”
Everyone tried again and again, but still no one could explain why.
Jia Zheng suddenly slapped the table and said angrily:
"You all have nothing to do, but what can I do?
I'm being forced so hard that I don't want this crown and furniture anymore. I might as well be a sinner, shave off these troublesome hairs on my temples, and find a clean place to go!"
Seeing that the fuss was getting worse, Jia Zhen had no choice but to bite the bullet and said:
"When I invited you all to go to our Dongfu last time, I said that since the Queen's marriage cannot wait, this garden still has to be built. If we are really forced to do so, we will give up as many shops as possible. p>
That shop was originally left by our ancestors, and the bride's visit to the bride is also something that brings glory to our ancestors' faces. How could our ancestors not agree?"