If the Shen family wants to take root in Huainan and sincerely develop in the local area, then the students taught by the Shen family themselves will be the Shen family's most deep-rooted relationships in the local area in the future, and their sincerity is definitely enough.
If you come here for your resume and want to leave in the end, then can I, a student from Huainan, follow you to Lijiang?
Teachers are nominally important, and the upper limit is high, but the lower limit can't cause any major problems. At most, they will just get poor grades in the assessment, and the loss will still be the Shen family's face.
If the Shen family is willing to teach the real thing and even take out the inheritance, there will be no problem for Huainan to treat the Shen family as honored guests from now on.
I have to say that the idea of adding a third deputy to labor dispatch is really a bit weird.
The fat-faced man ignored the opinions of the flat-headed and thin-faced men and asked Lao Yanqiang: "How will the students be arranged?"
"Let's just take the last batch." Lao Yantou pulled up his coat, squatted down and pulled out a cardboard box from the bottom of the table.
After tearing off the tape, there was a pile of unsealed physical examination report lists inside.
Seeing these lists being reopened, Ping Tou wanted to say something, but he held back.
"How many servings?" Old Smoker raised his head and asked.
He can make suggestions, but for such decision-making matters, the person in charge still has to speak.
"About fourteen." Fat Face closed the blue folder and put it back. At the same time, he asked, "Do you have enough to make up for it?"
"I still have about a hundred copies over there, which is enough to make up for the Daoyuan class. The rest will depend on the situation." Lao Yantou said, while taking out the list one by one from the box.
"Okay." The fat face nodded and walked to a cabinet that was full. These were all blank file books saved due to lack of people. He took out a complete stack of teacher files and handed them to the thin face. .
After Thin Face took it, he asked hesitantly: "General advice, what kind of seal should I put on it?"
"Provincial seal."
"But he doesn't have an application."
"Don't I ask you to write it now? The date should be April 15th."
After Fat Face said this, he looked at Flat Head again.
Flathead ignored him, sat back down at the door, and continued to write a work report with his head down.
"The ages are basically between thirteen and sixteen," Lao Yanqiang pulled out the lists one by one and couldn't help but sigh: "Look at these first-level talents, they are all the future of Huainan."
However, after picking up another one, Old Cigarette Butt hesitated.
On this list, the abilities are marked with a special blood-red 'secret' chapter, and the talent evaluation is S.
"It took a long time to change A, B, C and D, but S has not been moved..." Old Cigarette finished mumbling, shook the list in his hand towards the fat face and asked, "Where is this?"
"It's out of control for the time being. I'm going to die. I'll wait for the decision of the Council of Prime Ministers." The fat face just glanced at it and continued to fill in the information sheet in his hand.
After the complete process was completed, including the token, it was all packaged and filed, and it was almost twelve o'clock.
They had been working continuously for nearly sixty hours.
However, the files of these fourteen students must be filed together, and a folder for Daoyuan class must be filed next. At least hundreds of printouts are waiting for them to process.
"How to fill in the name, the construction site of Daoyuan Class, etc.?" Thin Face asked.
The fat face continued to do the work at hand and said without raising his head: "Stuff the seal inside and let the Shen family fill it out and seal it themselves."
It was already three o'clock in the morning when all of this was finally sorted out and ready to be handed over to the next level of staff.
The fat face let out a long yawn: "Come on, let's get off work first."
The thin face looked at the mountain of unfinished recordings under Lao Yantou's table, swallowed his mouth and asked: "How many classes are there..."
Lao Yantou thought for a while and said: "Wulingmen, Chongshan Sect, Never Give It For Free Sect, Xinxin Trading... Oh, and the Qingyu Pavilion that was sent last, I guess a hundred copies."
"Don't you want to urge me?" Slim Face said with a headache.
"It's useless to urge. It's just the four of us. How can we get it done? We're all short of manpower. Who can do anything?" Fat Face packed his things and sighed.
So why do you have to leave such a tail?
Slim Face didn't quite understand, but he also started to pack his things. When he walked to the door, Lao Smoking was already waiting to open the door.
After going out, the cold late night wind blew on his thin face, making him sober.
The snow must have stopped for a while. There are still traces of tire pressure in the yard not far away.
"What's wrong?" The fat face looked at the thin face and said in shock.
Slimming my face suddenly felt a little weird.
At that time, the man saluted and said nothing.
It should be that I want to interrupt, but I have to avoid it, right?
I said that it was probably after the gear was inserted, and no one had any doubts.
However, the keepsakes are all inside, so what would you do if you want to save the file?
"It's okay, I'm too sleepy." Slim Face yawned and prepared to go back to the dormitory to sleep.
After the three people left together, they did not turn off the lights. Flathead stopped writing in his hand, sat silently at the old smoker's seat, picked up the document bag at his feet, and continued working.
It wasn't until dawn that he began to process the last temporary supplementary agreement from Qingyu Pavilion.
After the inspection, Pingtou frowned and said to himself: "The plan for the Daoyuan class has been released, why are there still people signing for the joint training class... But this word is ugly enough."
After all approvals and sealing were completed, Flathead opened the window and looked out with eyes full of bloodshot eyes and black spots due to fatigue.
Snowflakes were falling outside again, and the smell of early morning snow brushed against my face. After yawning with a crew cut, I returned to the table next to my door, covered my arms with my military coat, and fell asleep.
…
An Tong's head hit the bed board, and she woke up with a groaning sound after feeling pain.
She subconsciously rummaged around the pillow, but her phone was not in a familiar location.
Finally she looked around with blurred eyes.
Under her body is a wooden bed, covered with soft silk quilts. After lifting the bed curtain, the whole room is like an ancient girl's boudoir before she leaves the house, filled with antique furniture.
Although the details are a bit weird.
For example, the long pen placed on the table is a carbon pen with a wooden shell.
The ink paintings hanging on the wall are cartoon scenery from anime.
The celadon cup placed on the wooden box next to the bed has a thermal insulation layer inside.
Everything around her was new to her. Ancient culture and modern technology were combined in a wonderful way in this room.
Last night, Situ Yan took her to a large hotel. An Tong thought she would stay for one night and continue her journey tomorrow morning.
As a result, when the elevator door opened, Situ Nan suddenly ran out of the elevator and stood outside the door, bowing with great respect.
"The Situ family has been waiting for you for a long time."
An Tong was stunned for a moment.
Because what appeared before her eyes turned out to be an ancient town.
Small bridges, flowing water, bluestone paving, low eaves and red tiles. After walking through a section of alleys, they entered Situ's Mansion, then passed through the garden and fish pond in the courtyard, and finally arrived at this attic for her to rest.
Because she stayed up for two consecutive nights, An Tong slept for a long time. Seeing the sunlight shining in the room through the wooden window, it was probably almost noon.
Then she found her mobile phone in the wooden box beside the table, unplugged the charger that Situ Nan ran out to buy for herself late at night, and turned it on.
During the startup process, she was actually a little hopeful whether Yin Hang would send a good morning by himself.
After all, he was like that yesterday, so he had to make a statement.
Speaking of which, he has never taken the initiative to say good night or good morning to himself.
Although what he said often made my heart beat wildly, it felt like he was speaking passively.
After turning on the phone, a red dot actually popped up in the system bar.
An Tong was just a little excited, but he found out that it was a software update notice.
An Tong pursed her lips and felt a little unhappy. She was about to send Yin Hang a good morning or good afternoon. When she asked Yin Hang again, a series of beeps sounded.
[SIM card connected successfully]
[Messages from QQ, 45 unread items]
An Tong didn't understand what happened for a while, because she hadn't unlocked it yet and could only see the last message in the system bar.
【3:05 am】
[Husband: That’s probably it. I’m really sorry, sorry...]
"Oh, husband?"
"No...you are sorry. What are you sorry for?"
