Lu Ming

Chapter 64
Director Wang's real name is Wang Liguo. This person is very adaptable. Not long after he passed through, he stole the company's financial power and officially became the company's leader with his unique qualifications in charge of large financial allocations. The "big housekeeper" was promoted to the chief financial officer.

It should be noted that this person's upper position was completed in a large wave of acquiescence.There are quite a few people who "don't know the truth", even if they don't communicate much with him, they still have a good impression of him being usually amiable and talking like a spring breeze.

After Wang Liguo took office as a new official, he did not make any big moves, but just settled the accounts of various departments and standardized the financial system.To be honest, this is the first time that the Human Resources Department has been so bluntly pointed out that there is a situation of "food and drink with public funds".

When faced with groundless accusations by the dog officials, Feng Jun will naturally not sit still. This is related to the reputation of him and his colleagues in the human resources department.After scolding Wang Liguo, Feng Jun paused, probably because of fire in his chest, the original soft voice would appear a bit sharp: "In the future, after we occupy the big officers, there will be a period of time when we will rely on food shipments. For these people, the cost of eating a bowl of miscellaneous rice at the water transportation terminal in Hangzhou today will not be higher than the cost of eating a bowl of vegetarian rice in the future."

Gently putting the bowl in his hand to his feet, Feng Jun raised his head and continued: "In a wild area where there are only savages and malaria, there are enemies everywhere. It's better than a malnourished, yellow-faced, thin-skinned sick ghost, right?"

Having said that, several of the people who were digging their heads in the rice bowl nodded subconsciously, Feng Jun raised his mouth and smiled, raised his index finger to intensify his tone: "Calories are not wallets, they cannot be stolen. The calories these people eat will eventually be returned to us in the labor."

"The cost seems to be a bit high. But there are some things, we still have to take a long-term view, do you think it is, Bureau seat?" At this moment, Feng Jun's face seemed to be smiling.

"Hahaha, yes yes, Lao Feng's analysis is very reasonable, but Lao Wang's worry is also necessary, it's all for work, I said everyone hurry up and eat, today's process is very tight, we will go to Wuxian Temple after eating. Turn around."

At the critical moment, CEO Xia resorted to one of the must-haves for leadership—living mud, loosening the atmosphere.At this moment, Wang Juzuo laughed dryly, as if nothing had happened, and lowered his head to plan the meal.

The episode seemed to be over.In the afternoon, the supervision team went to the main hall of the beggar gang in the east of the city for a turn, had a cordial conversation with Zhou Tuantou, and worked hard until the evening before returning home.

As time passed, the atmosphere within the company gradually became tense.With the equipment, personnel, and materials in place one after another, the preparatory work has gradually come to an end. At the same time, some "short-term and fast" projects that have crossed the company's previous investment have finally come to the fore.

On September 1627, 9, the eighth day of the eighth lunar month, the three-yearly autumn festival of the Ming Dynasty will be held tomorrow.

In the north of Hangzhou, in a quiet courtyard in Baoxinfang.Huang Zhicheng sat under a laurel tree, looking up at the silvery first-quarter moon. After a long time, he slowly sighed, looked back, picked up the tea bowl from the small stone table in front of him, and poured a small mouthful. .

Huang Zhicheng, who was wearing a Tang suit with short tails and peddling fake paintings around with a painting tube, has long since disappeared from the old world.Instead, there is the "Huang Ping Huang Xiucai" who is wearing a Tang scarf and a plain white mid laner in front of him. His gestures are similar to those of the literati of the Ming Dynasty. Zhicheng is now his name.

Just a few days ago, Huang Ping, who had been preparing for the exam in this small courtyard, fell ill as planned.Soon after having breakfast that day, Huang Xiucai felt dizzy, groggy, and seemed to catch a cold, so he went back to his room and fell asleep.

Not long after, Nanwang Nan Xiucai "just happened" to visit a friend. When he saw Huang Ping unconscious, he was "terrified" and before it got dark, he hired a car and a boat, together with the servant girl in the yard, a few people. Quietly came to Tangzhuang, "seeking a doctor and asking for medicine".

Huang Xiucai was half-conscious and half-awake when Nan Wang's friend, "Fang Wai Divine Monk", a monk surnamed Bai, felt the pulse and was diagnosed as overthinking, weak in body and qi, and cold in the body. He needed to be on the spot. Rest in bed.

Of course, Huang Ping naturally missed Qiu Wei, whom he had always been obsessed with, during this recuperation.In fact, from this moment on, he has been under house arrest, and Huang Xiucai will never go back to that small courtyard.

Early the next morning, Comrade Li Gui and Huang Zhicheng, who was studying brush and ink in Tangzhuang and watching Huang Ping's video for many days, was wearing a royal blue straight patch, a square flat towel on his head, a folding fan in his hand, and led the tall "long attendant". Ink came on.

The two masters and servants went straight to the small courtyard of Baoxinfang, and swaggeringly took over the customs clearance document of Tang Seng, which was Huang Ping and Huang Xiucai's confession document. At this moment, the six-eared macaque officially began to fetch the Western Classics.

Naturally, the neighbors would not notice that the Xiucai, who almost never went out on weekdays and only read only books on sages and sages, had been replaced.As for Huang Xiucai, except for the little maid who was missing, everything else was business as usual. Mr. Xiucai only studied the craftsmanship every day, and the fake painting skills that he depended on for a living in the old world had already been thrown aside by him at this time.

Regarding the question of how Comrade Huang Zhicheng will use it in the future, it was also discussed several times through the company before it was finally settled.

In the beginning, Feng Jun's plan was actually very general, and they didn't consider that long-term.However, with the continuous increase in the number of traversers who have come across time and space, with the deepening of the understanding of the Ming Dynasty by the visitors, with the improvement of the entire system and the improvement of self-confidence, the current traverse company, at least Some of them have been able to look to the future and make some long-term plans.

The series of titles originally scheduled by Huang Zhicheng were dismembered in a quarrel, and at least two other positions were separated in the middle.

First job: Merchant.This is a role that requires public appearance, and is responsible for the management of all formal business establishments of the company in the Jiangnan area.

The second position: the head of the Jiangnan Information Station.This is a secret position, responsible for controlling the transportation of refugees, managing the beggar gang, and mastering the intelligence system of the entire Jiangnan region.

As for Huang Zhicheng, some bosses pointed out: In view of his special status, Jinshen and Wenxuan fronts are where he will use his skills in the future.Therefore, in the future, the focus of Huang Juren's work should be "raising hope".After that, in terms of ideology, he collected high-level trends and made influence on the ideological and political aspects of the Jinshen class in the south of the Yangtze River. Incitement and advocacy were his main tasks.

(End of this chapter)