Is it better to use threats instead of inducements? In the final analysis, Xiaozo Liangzo is a concept similar to a professional title, which is completely dispensable to me. But thanks to the guy in front of me, the reputation of the Qinzo Division in my heart has continued to decline.
, of course there is no need to be polite anymore.
"I live in a remote country. It's enough to beg for food in Liyang. I don't expect more. Wen Hui."
"Yes Yes!"
Wen Hui, who was outside the door, rolled in almost immediately, sweat dripping from his forehead. Looking at his frightened look, I probably knew what he was thinking.
Although Gewufang currently does not have strict entry and exit restrictions, it is not appropriate to bring unscrupulous guests into the square without understanding the situation. Writing a letter of repentance is definitely unavoidable. However, the actual operation of Gewufang is by
Wu Zhen is sure that I won’t get involved in the details, just leave it to her to make the specific adjustments.
"Let's see the guests off."
I waved to Fat Ji Zheng, then looked at the ashen-faced inspector over there, and then walked out of the living room. Before walking out of the living room, I glanced in the direction of the cubicle. I don't know if it was an illusion, but I seemed to vaguely hear someone else coming from behind the wall.
Such a noise.
What a waste of boring time...
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Under the cover of caring people, the inspector's visit to Gewufang was not widely announced. The next day, the workshop was running as usual, and the craftsmen who were busy on the production line were not interested in talking about yesterday's unknown whereabouts.
Weird official duties.
However, things have changed slightly.
In the wooden village next to the workshop, several strange figures that had not been seen before appeared. These people were either vendors or laborers. It was difficult to attract attention among the crowds of people going to and from the wooden village. Only the last
Only experienced pioneers can detect the different atmosphere it exudes.
The feeling of completely erasing the existence of the mark is undoubtedly a spy sent by the government.
The agency that dispatches secret agents in Liyang Mansion is the Secret Investigation Department, and since the Secret Investigation Department has taken action, it also means that Zichen Pavilion is paying close attention to this place.
Although in theory the private workshop group Gewufang is not subject to government control, in fact its owner also holds an important position in the Juvenile Supervision Department, so the Liyang Mansion is also considered a half-backstage. Considering this, the pioneers did not go
Disturbing those spies who were considered friendly, the conscious ones even quietly increased their vigilance.
The fact that Zichen Pavilion cannot interfere with the affairs of the Fang Affairs Group is consistent with the facts. Although it cannot interfere, Gewufang is still the place where the father-in-law Wu Zhen works, so the Secret Investigation Department has never relaxed its supervision of Gewufang. For example
The circumstances surrounding Zhu Shen's trip to Gewufang yesterday were of course under the control of the Secret Investigation Department, but the information obtained from the parties concerned was far superior in quality and quantity to the spies' inquiries from the outside.
In fact, the person sent by Wu Zhen to report to Zichen Pavilion was none other than Wen Hui, who accompanied Zhu Shen throughout his visit.
In terms of birth, Wen Hui was born in the Liyang gentry clan. Although his family is not prominent, he is a typical loyal minister who has served the Wu family for generations. In terms of status, Wen Hui, who once served as Ji Zheng, can only be regarded as a grassroots village official at best, while Zichen
The pavilion is a political center similar to the State Council. According to the standard of centralization, Wen Hui may have the opportunity to step into Zichen Pavilion two or three times in his life, but the probability of meeting the governor is infinitely close to zero.
On the one hand, there are grassroots village officials, and on the other hand, they are acting monarchs at the center of the rule.
The latter not only received the former in person, but even took the time to listen carefully to his work report. If it were any consular official, he would probably regard this as the highest honor, and might even faint from excitement.
Fatty Wen, who had finally finished his report, was really in a state of wanting to pass out on the spot. However, the single crimson eye in front of him that radiated intense vision held him tightly. Wen Hui felt as if he was a little kid with eggshells on his butt.
A chicken cub, and opposite him was a large raptor that swallowed him whole without even chewing it.
Although it is quite rude to describe the monarch like this, the reality is that Wen Huiguang was so frightened that he almost peed when he was stared at by the female governor. The shabby and embarrassed scene made the scholar with the mustache next to him look unbearable.
The torture-like situation lasted for an unknown amount of time. The lady in charge's fingers made a rhythmic sound on the desk, as if she was finally planning to advance the report to the next stage.
"...In other words, you brought Zhu Shen into Gewufang without knowing the situation at all." Wu Yan tilted his head slightly and looked at Fat Jizheng in front of him. "It's just a tour of the workshop group, Qing.
You also kindly explained to them the production process of armored vehicles, and even when the guy asked to meet the owner of the workshop, you enthusiastically acted as an introduction?"
"Humble, humble duty deserves death..."
Fatty Wen's face was ashen, and he was shaking from his knees to his shoulders like a dice.
After all, he was an orthodox civil servant. Wen Hui was unlucky, but he was not slow in thinking. When he saw the dire situation when meeting guests yesterday, he knew that things were going to be bad. Later, he regretted it to the female secretary, and even prepared to be suspended from pay and fined.
However, Wu Zhen was in an inexplicably high mood for some reason. After the verbal reprimand, he was not given any actual punishment, but was given a simple task of reporting to Zichen Pavilion.
"Are you going to report to Zichen Pavilion from your humble position?"
"After all, you are the only one who followed me the whole time, and besides, neither the young master nor I can get away." The female secretary showed a warm smile like the spring breeze, but put the rope of despair around Fat Jizheng's neck.
"Gewufang is Liyang's great treasure, and its safety is related to the rise and fall of Liyangfang. Even my sister... the head of the house is always paying attention to the developments here. What do you expect when the young master promotes you to be the secretary of Gewufang? Go and find it yourself.
Let’s have a good experience of Chenge.”
To Wen Hui, this sentence sounded like Prince of Hell patting his shoulder and saying, "Find time to report to the guillotine."
In any case, since it was the daughter of a prince who said this, the grassroots civil servants had no room to refuse. So Wen Hui wrote a suicide note overnight and took advantage of the momentum to report to Zichen Pavilion. Now the report has come to an end, and Wen Hui
He also completely exhausted all his courage in this life and trembled under the sharp gaze cast by the heroine.
Wen Hui guessed that if he was lucky, he should be able to postpone the execution until late autumn. However, thinking about the end of summer when the famine was gradually disappearing, it seemed that there was not much time to breathe, and he suddenly felt despairing.
"...If you have nothing else to report, just step back."
"Huh?" The unexpected words made Wen Hui raise his head in shock. "Well, for a humble position, don't you need to be punished?"
"Punishment? If you put it in Zichen Pavilion, for such a stupid approach, no matter how many heads you have, it won't be enough for me to chop it off!" The female leader of the house snorted coldly, and her eyes were like blades. "But you are considered a Gewufang now.
How you want to deal with this person is the authority of your shop owner, and Zichen Pavilion will not interfere casually."
"This, that is to say..." Wen Hui's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Ah, you can save your life, but only this time." Wu Yan stretched out his hand to draw an arc around his neck.