The late Ming Dynasty in the living room

Chapter 118 A heavy reward for the second year of high school

It seems like I can't see anything in my senior year of high school.

In front of everyone, he asked with "expectation" on his face: "Brother, with you taking action this time, the expansion will definitely be done, right?"

The sophomore turned his head, unwilling to pay attention to him.

But the senior year of high school still asked: "Tell us quickly, how many places have the young master approved for us?"

The sophomore's face finally darkened, and he asked: "It should be your fifth platoon patrolling the outer city now. You platoon leaders have led the team out, why are you still staying in the training ground?"

"I...", the senior year was speechless and hesitated: "Aren't you just waiting to hear the good news..."

The sophomore immediately interrupted him and reprimanded: "Expansion or not is what our cadres have to worry about. What does it have to do with you? Don't delay the patrol, hurry up!"

Well, in the third year of high school, because he cheated on the exam and his behavior was very bad (he gave an old boy money to ask for advice on cheating techniques, and threatened him when he didn't agree), he was beaten to the end, and he was directly changed from the head of the security department to an ordinary team member.

The senior year of high school is very sensitive to this matter.

It happened that the sophomore in high school said these words in front of everyone, it was like... a sharp sword stabbed directly into the heart, and the senior high school's face instantly turned blood red.

He glanced at the sophomore and several platoon leaders, and felt very sad. Yes, I am no longer a cadre in my senior year, even worse than Kang Mazi.

Everyone present felt a little embarrassed when they came across the feud between the two leading brothers.

The senior high school student turned around and left without saying a word.

Kang Mazi, the platoon leader of the fourth platoon, bit the bullet and forcibly comforted the second grader: "He is also doing this for the sake of our security team. According to the manual (the daily code of conduct manual of the Security Department), this is called a sense of collective honor. , is a good thing..."

"Humph!"

Damn it, this bitch just wants to see my joke!

The sophomore snorted dully. He had no intention of paying attention to the broken heart of the senior senior. As the new head of the security department, all he could think about now was how to make the security department stronger and bigger.

After an expansion, the security team now only has nine platoons and 92 people.

This scale is too small, not as good as Lao Liu's weapons manufacturing department, not as good as Niu Peng's construction team...it even has to be compared with Liu Ji's logistics department. (Logistical pressure has increased, and the meeting has agreed to expand the capacity)

How can this be done? This is completely inconsistent with Director Gao's ambitions.

But the proposal has been proposed again and again, but why can't it pass? Not only was the young master unwilling to let go, the heads of other departments also actively voted against it... Alas!

The sophomore in high school found a shade and sat down, sighing like an old farmer who had failed to harvest a good harvest.

When the leader is worried about something, his subordinates have to look sad even if a fat boy weighing eighty pounds has just been born at home.

So several platoon leaders sat aside, all with sad faces and silence.

The sophomore in high school looked at this circle of boring gourds and felt very irritated. He started to scold: "If you have a way, just say it. If you can't, just get out of here! Everyone is crying around me, and people will think that I am the one who sees me." He’s dead!”

After thinking for a while, the sophomore then added: "Now that the position of deputy director is vacant, I will leave this here - if any of you can come up with a good idea, then I will nominate whoever will be the deputy director at the next meeting! "There seems to be only one level of separation between the platoon leader and the deputy chief, but in fact it is the watershed between cadre status and non-cadre status.

To put it simply, there will be many platoon leaders in the future, but there will always be only one deputy chief.

In the second year of high school, he threw away such an important position just to find a way to expand the team. This shows that he is really anxious.

The eyes of several platoon leaders suddenly shone brightly, and their brains seemed to have been injected with a shot of stimulant, running at a much faster speed than usual.

Soon one method after another was proposed.

The third platoon leader said excitedly: "We asked Yan Xiucai to help write a petition, and then asked everyone in the security team to put their fingerprints, just like in the play, the common people gave the imperial minister a letter of ten thousand people. When the young master saw this petition, he Maybe he will agree!”

The sophomore in high school shook his head. This trick was useless because Old Man Fan from the brick kiln had already used it. (He and Xiucai were from the same hometown, so he asked Xiucai to write several copies without paying him)

The first platoon leader also came up with a solution. He considered it: "It would be great if there were no officers and soldiers patrolling outside. How about we discuss with the garrison camp and ask them not to patrol our place. If they can agree, We can expand at least three platoons."

The second year high school student shook his head again. He had already told General Luo Shangwen, both explicitly and implicitly, but Luo Shangwen's determination to please the young master was unshakable.

Then the ninth platoon leader lowered his voice and said: "How about we put some water in and let a few unrelated people in during the inspection at the city gate. Then we will say that there are really insufficient manpower. If they can still make trouble, Little things are better.”

The sophomore student stared at him for a full minute without saying a word.

The ninth platoon leader knew he had made a mistake and quickly made up for it: "Of course we have to send people to keep an eye on them secretly, but we can't let them really cause any big trouble. If Director Gao is worried, I know a few idlers in the county. …”

Regardless of ulterior motives or intentional deception, it is unforgivable.

The ninth platoon leader was from the county. He might not have any ill intentions, but he didn't understand how grateful the second graders were to the young master, nor how sacred the young master was in their hearts.

The sophomore high school student and several other platoon leaders looked at each other, and they both understood: Such people cannot stay in the security team.

The second grader immediately spoke up: "Ninth Platoon Commander, the weather is extremely hot. Go to the cafeteria and bring us some bowls of herbal tea."

The ninth platoon leader was not a fool. The sudden change in the atmosphere made him realize that he might have committed a big taboo.

His face was gray, and he pursed his lips and wanted to defend himself a few more words, but the sophomore only urged him to hurry up.

"Okay, let's continue talking."

"If the previous methods don't work, you can continue to mention them. I am a sophomore in high school and I will keep my word. As long as it is a useful method, I will nominate it for you."

After the ninth platoon leader left, the second grader emphasized the "bounty" again as if nothing had happened.

Several platoon leaders suppressed what had just happened in their hearts and continued to use their brains to come up with ideas, but they were rejected by the sophomores one by one, making these people scratch their heads and scratch their heads.

At this time, the pockmarked platoon leader of the fourth platoon said: "Our security team has a very bad reputation outside. People say that we are eating hard and jumping around blindly. Some people say that we are like sheep dung eggs with a shiny surface and a lot of dirt inside. Wrapping chaff.”

(End of this chapter)