Chen Gong walked out of the wooden house. To his surprise, although there was a guard guarding the door, he did not hinder Chen Gong's actions.
Walking out of the door, looking at the prosperous village and the busy construction site outside, although I had seen it all before, but now, I had a different feeling.
"Can I walk around the village?"
Chen Gong turned around and asked the guard.
"As you wish, sir."
The guard stepped forward and pointed the way.
"The village chief has given instructions, sir, you can move around as you please in the village."
Chen Gong nodded and followed the guard, looking at the village from an angle he had never seen before.
"This is a points store. You can use points to exchange for various materials including spiritual fruits."
"This is a school where a large number of former university professors and military officers teach, teaching all the minors in the village.
Teach knowledge before the end of the world, teach knowledge after the end of the world, teach common sense, teach combat, and cultivate talents.”
"here it is......."
........
Walking through the village point by point, Chen Gong looked at it point by point. The guard beside him didn't say much. He only gave some explanations when he arrived. In addition, he only answered when Chen Gong asked questions.
Along the way, seeing the sights he had already seen again gave Chen Gong a completely new feeling.
After walking around, looking at this huge Ning'an Village, it seemed that what he saw was not a village, but a giant dragon that was about to take off. This made Chen Gong feel full of emotion.
"Huh, take me to see the village chief."
After Chen Gong walked the last point, he stood on the wall and looked down at the vast village. He took a deep breath, opened his heart, and said to the guard next to him.
........
Fang Fan was sitting at the desk writing furiously. Sitting on the gaming chair, his back straight, the pen in his hand quickly slid across the white paper. The prototype of a plan gradually appeared on the paper.
"The merit treasury system
1. Village precious treasures do not accept materials or points for purchase, only points exchange.
2. The merit exchange price is one to two levels lower than the market price.
3. The higher the level, the more items are open for exchange. The higher the level, the higher the discount for merit exchange.
4. Merits can only be obtained by making contributions to the village.
5. The redemption level and the number of meritorious deeds follow a dual-track route.
6,......"
After a while, Fang Fan eloquently listed more than a dozen items. After finishing, he carefully read, revised, scribbled, deleted some points, and added some.
Finally, Fang Fan looked at the paper full of handwriting and was quite satisfied.
Pull out a piece of white paper again, write down the final result, put it into a folder, and seal it.
"Jia Jun."
"village head."
Tang Jiajun, who was in the small office outside the door, heard Fang Fan's call and opened the door and walked in.
"Copy this document several times and send it to other managers so that they can improve it."
"Yes, village."
Tang Jiajun took the document and exited the office.
Fang Fan understood that he was not a genius, and the plan he wrote in this short time must have a lot of loopholes and drawbacks.
But Fang Fan doesn't care, because he only needs to outline the main points, lay out the skeleton, and build the prototype. The next thing will be done by someone who is better at this aspect.
Fang Fan is like the captain of a ship. Fang Fan does not need to do everything on the ship himself. All Fang Fan needs to do is to steer the steering wheel and grasp the general direction. His subordinates will naturally do the other things.
"Village Chief, Chen Gong would like to see you."
The guard outside knocked on the wooden door and said softly.
"Oh, please."
Fang Fan raised his eyebrows and said externally. After thinking about it, he got up and walked to the door.
As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Chen Gong walking forward with a dull expression.
Chen Gong saw Fang Fan standing at the door, stopped after approaching, bowed his hands, and said with a serious face.
"My subordinate Chen Gong, named Gongtai, please refer to my lord."
"Okay, welcome.
It's public, no need to be polite, just go and chat with me."
After saying that, Fang Fan turned around and went back, but instead of sitting in front of the desk, he sat down on the sofa nearby.
Chen Gong walked in and, under Fang Fan's semi-forced order, sat on the sofa next to Fang Fan.
Sitting on the sofa, Chen Gongping, who was restless, looked at Fang Fan in front of him and communicated. Chen Gong suddenly felt in a trance, and the distance between him and Fang Fan was shortened unknowingly.
Fang Fan's emotional intelligence was not bad, Chen Gong was sincere and his emotional intelligence was also good. Under these preconditions, the two had a quite pleasant exchange.
It wasn't until the sunset that Chen Gong walked out of the office, his face full of emotions and shock to Fang Fan.
Watching his leaving figure, Fang Fan smiled slightly, looked at the documents in hand, simply put them down, left the office, went home surrounded by a group of guards, and had a delicious dinner with Fang Qing.
That afternoon, Fang Fan and Chen Gong talked a lot about astronomy and geography, territorial management, military conquests, and the general trend of the world.
In the end, Fang Fan did not assign a position to Chen Gong, but asked Chen Gong to temporarily stay with him and hold a position similar to that of Tang Jiajun.
Chen Gong naturally had no objection to this, and he would not look down on this position.
On the contrary, as a figure from the Three Kingdoms era, he has a deeper understanding of the meaning of this position.
After dinner, Fang Fan returned to the office again and started a meeting with the arriving directors. Before the meeting, he formally introduced the newcomer Chen Gong to them.
At the meeting, everyone raised problems encountered in work practice, discussed them together, and provided solutions.
The meeting lasted until late at night, and it was not until the moon came over the branches that everyone slowly ended.
The next three days were like this. I was busy working during the day, temporarily letting go of other things, and fully advancing the restructuring process.
In the evening, I summarized the day's work, reported on the restructuring process, and proposed detailed plans for the next restructuring. Meetings were held until late at night every day.
In the past few days, every senior executive has not slept enough for four hours at night. He really wakes up earlier than a chicken and goes to bed later than a dog.
In these three days, there was no news from Cao Cao, as if nothing happened.
After three days of hard work, the restructuring process finally came to an end. When Fang Fan announced this at the meeting, there were bursts of cheers.
"Ah, it's finally over. I'm going to sleep until night tomorrow!"
"+1"
"That's right, everyone has worked hard these days. Let's take care of the beginning and end today. We have a holiday tomorrow, so everyone has a good rest."
"The village chief is wise!"
"Okay, you don't need to say more about the obvious things. Holidays are holidays, and the operation of the village cannot be stopped. If any trouble occurs, I can't spare you."
