Chapter 76: Sixth Master, this sense of Bai Sheng?
Disaster comes from the mouth.
Wang Fu may not know that Guiziliu, besides having many clever ideas, also has a very good ear.
So, he was unlucky.
"You congratulate me on my promotion. What the hell do you mean?"
"The first time I saw you, I knew you had a bone on the back of your head and your butt was stuck in a river!"
"I'm sure there's a ten-thousand-year-old tortoise nesting in the well in your house, and a blind stone man buried in the latrine!"
"You can scold my father because I often scold you... but you can't scold my mother anyway!"
"..."
After a blast of thunder.
Jia Liu's eyes widened, he sat upright in the car and looked at it.
Hua Gou Xiong felt the anger in his leader's heart and immediately bared his teeth at Wang Fu, whose smile was uglier than crying.
This beast's accuracy in judging the current situation is no less accurate than that of the leaders around him.
If Leader Jia hadn't pressed down, he might have jumped out of the car and challenged Wang Fu to a duel.
"Captain, captain, I'm sorry, I...I didn't mean to do it, really..."
Wang Fu looked embarrassed. At the same time, he had to follow the carriage, which made him look extremely uncomfortable.
"Bring it here."
Master Jia Liu ignored the fault of others and hummed slightly, stretched out his right hand and spread his palm.
"Why!"
Wang Fu quickly returned the captain's new official certificate which was still warm.
However, the captain's hand did not retract, it was still spread there.
"team leader?"
Wang Fu didn't understand what the captain wanted.
"How many levels have you, captain, and I been promoted to, and you guys have no fun at all?"
"What's the meaning?"
Wang Fu was puzzled.
"That's what it means."
"What do you mean?"
"..."
Jia Liu didn't know whether Wang Fu had never been in society before, or whether he really didn't know the rules. After several reminders, he still failed to awaken the other person's conscience, so he had to bluntly express whether you wanted to give me some gifts.
"ah!"
Wang Fu suddenly realized, "Captain, don't you just want money? You should have told me earlier. You didn't mean anything, and you confused me."
"Fart, can I ask you for money? Am I short of money? I want you to give me gifts, do you know that?"
Jia Liu must correct Wang Fu's inappropriate words because it involves the nature of the matter.
Asking for money and giving gifts are two different things.
Asking for money is vulgar;
Give gifts, Ya.
What kind of common people are our bannermen?
As a large country in China, it is our basic national policy to subdue others.
"...Why don't you still ask us for money?"
This answer was Wang Fu's final answer after repeated thinking, because he really couldn't think of any difference between the two.
"Your chance of progress is gone!"
In the past, when Shuan Zhu was around, Jia Liu was injured in the fight, but now that Shuan Zhu is gone, Wang Fuli shows up again, which really hurts Jia Liu.
It would be nice to have a few sensible people here, at least it would be less troublesome to talk.
At the beginning, Wang Fu was a very discerning kid and knew how to get things done. Why did he regress into a backward element in just over a month?
Could it be that Sichuan is a place where people can become corrupted?
"Go and collect the money. Pay Tang'a ten taels per person, Sula five taels per person, forget it at Lvying."
When Jia Liu lay down again, he didn't forget to remind everyone, "Tell everyone, it's okay if you mean it. Don't give too much. I don't want more."
Hua Gou Xiong meekly retracted his bared fangs and exposed his chest and abdomen, so that the leader could pet him at any time.
Wang Fu understood what the captain wanted, so in order to atone for his sins, he had no choice but to convey the spirit of the instructions.
"What? The Japanese are promoted to the sixth grade and forward to the academy!"
Zu Yingyuan was dumbfounded on the spot when he heard the bad news.
Everyone in the seventh arrest team was also surprised by this, but what surprised Wang Fu was that everyone took out the money without him asking for it one by one.
And, very happy.
Even the two sentry commanders, Peng and Lu, collected a hundred taels and entrusted Wang Fu to hand them over after Master Jia was promoted.
Everything is very natural and harmonious.
Of course, Zu Yingyuan was very depressed.
Just like that, three days later, on the afternoon of the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, the seventh arrest team finally returned to its base in Meinuo Village.
Jia Liu sent Peng Xiaohan and Lu Ada off. After some effective communication, both parties had no objections to the next work arrangement.
"Liu De is in Chongzhou. He will look for you after you go back..."
Jia Liufang had thought of everything and made arrangements so that the two men who drove the cash transport truck could receive what they wanted as soon as they got home.
After seeing off Peng and Lu, Jia Liu was ready to lead his team to the village for business, and would repeat the report he had given in Muguomu.
But he saw Zu Yingyuan sitting under the tree dejectedly. He quickly stepped forward and asked with concern: "Yingyuan, why have you looked so listless these past two days? Are you sick?"
Jia Liu is very concerned about his subordinates. Whether it is work or life, as long as he, as a leader, can take care of them, he must take care of them.
Zu Yingyuan, however, did not say a word. He stood up and was about to enter Meinuo Village.
Hey, you have a bad temper.
Jia Liu knew that this person was probably suffering from a mental illness, so he grabbed him and comforted him: "Don't worry, as good as I am, there will be good for you... I have thought about it, and I will definitely give it to you later."
I'll make adjustments, and then I'll recommend you to the higher-ups to be the leader of the seventh team, how about that?"
After hesitating for a moment, Zu Yingyuan snorted slightly, but was no longer in a hurry to leave.
"You are following me. How can I mistreat you based on our friendship? Just put your heart in your stomach. If I have a promotion, you will have a promotion!"
Jia Liu really had no capable person at hand, so he could only use Zu Dashou, his great-grandson, as Liao Hua.
"You won't lie to me?"
"Do you think I'm lying to you?"
"Oh well."
Zu Yingyuan nodded, feeling much better, and entered the stronghold with Wang Fu and the others. Then he thought about it, isn't it right? Doesn't this mean that he will work under the Six Hands of the Japanese for the rest of his life?
Is that cowardly guy worthy of being my leader for the rest of my life?
Nonsence!
However, if you can help me become the team leader, it is not impossible to give in temporarily.
A man is capable of bending and stretching.
...........
"Master Zhang, you are blessed!"
"Mr. Ma, happy new year, may you get rich!"
"Hey, Mr. Wang, I just came back from Muguomu, and I haven't even eaten yet. Please come here and wish your Majesty a happy old age!"
"Master Qian, if you like those snacks, I will ask someone to buy them for you tomorrow!"
"..."
In the village, wherever there is Jia Liu, you can always hear greetings filled with enthusiasm and youth.
After paying homage to the twenty-one adults in the camp who had given gifts a year ago, Jia Liu reported to the Eight Banners Han Army Affairs Dispatch Room.
After presenting the new official credentials and the relevant receipts from Fu Sheng'a, Jia Liu stood aside with a respectful expression and waited for arrangements.
The director of the dispatch house is Mr. Cui Liangchen, the assistant affairs officer of the dispatch house of the Dutong Yamen of Zhenghuang Banner of the Han Army, a fourth-grade official.
After verifying that the official credentials and related receipts were correct, Cui Liangchen told Jia Liu that the official hats and official uniforms of the Qianfeng School were not available at Menuo for the time being. They had to wait for them to be sent from the rear before they could be issued, so he asked Jia Liu to still wear the original blue feather for the time being.
Long clothes.
Jia Liu had no objection. The reason was that each banner promoted three to four hundred forward schools, causing the sixth-grade officer's "equipment" to be out of stock.
There isn't one here in Meno, and there isn't one in Muguomu either.
"Ba Ba" After stamping all kinds of big seals, Mr. Cui looked up at Jia Liu, who was full of humility, and said with some embarrassment: "Since you have been promoted to the forward school, you are not suitable to be the leader of the arrest team again, but now you are not suitable."
If there is no suitable vacancy, I think you can continue to work, and I will fill it for you when there is a vacancy."
What?
When I was a ninth-rank official, I was a captain. If I was promoted to a sixth-rank official, I would still be a captain. So didn’t I get my promotion in vain?
In order to serve the Qing Dynasty, Jia Liuliu untied the money bag tied around his waist without saying a word, and slapped it on Mr. Cui's desk without counting.
In the purse was one hundred and eighty taels of gift money received on the road.