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Chapter 34 Are You Sorry, Sorry For What?
Chapter 34 Are You Sorry, Sorry For What?
If the Shen family wants to take root in Huainan and develop in the local area with sincerity, then the students taught by the Shen family will become the Shen family's most deeply rooted relationship in the local area in the future, and sincerity is absolutely enough.
If you come here for your resume and want to leave in the end, then my Huainan students can follow you to Lijiang?
Teachers are important in name, and the upper limit is high, but the lower limit can't cause any major problems. At most, they just don't do well in the assessment, and the Shen family will lose face.
If the Shen family is willing to teach the real thing, or even take out the inheritance, Huainan will have no problem treating the Shen family as the distinguished guests from now on.
I have to say that the idea of deputy third term plus labor dispatch is really a bit extreme.
The fat face directly ignored the opinions of the crew cut and the thin face, and asked the old smoker: "Then how will the students arrange it?"
"Let's take the ones that are on sale." Old Cigarette tugged up his coat, squatted down and dragged out a cardboard box from under the table.
After the tape was torn off, there was a list of unencapsulated medical examination reports inside.
Seeing these lists being reopened, Crew wanted to say something, but held back.
"How many copies?" the old smoker asked, looking up.
He can make suggestions, but for such decision-making things, the chief person in charge still needs to speak.
"Fourteen." After the fat face closed the blue folder, put it back, and asked at the same time: "Do you still have enough to make up?"
"I still have about a hundred copies over there, enough to make up for the Daoyuan class. The rest depends on the situation." Old Cigarette said, and at the same time he took out the list from the box one by one.
"Okay." Fat Face nodded, and walked to a cabinet that was overcrowded. These were all blank file books saved due to lack of people. He struggled to pull out a stack of complete teacher files and handed them to Thin Face. .
After Thin Face took it, he asked hesitantly, "In general, what kind of seal should it be stamped on?"
"Provincial seal."
"But he doesn't have an application."
"Isn't it for you to write it now, and fill in the date of April [-]th." After Fat Face finished speaking, he and Ping Tou looked at each other again.
Pingtou ignored him, sat back to his seat at the door, and continued to write work reports with his head down.
"The age is basically between thirteen and sixteen," the old smoker pulled out a list, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Look at these first-class talents, they are the future of our Huainan."
However, after picking up another one, Old Cigarette Butt hesitated.
On this list, the ability is a special blood red 'secret' chapter, and the talent evaluation is S.
"A, B, C, and D have been changed for a long time, but S has not changed..." After muttering, Old Cigarette Butt shook the list in his hand to Fat Face and asked, "What about this one?"
"It's uncontrollable for the time being, crushed to death, wait for the decision of the Supreme Court," Fat Face just glanced at it, and continued to fill in the information sheet in his hand.
It was almost twelve o'clock after the complete process was completed, together with the keepsake, all packaged and archived.
They have been working for nearly sixty hours straight.
However, in the future, the files of these fourteen students will be filed together, and a file folder for Daoyuan class will be set aside. At least hundreds of printouts will be waiting for them to process.
"The name, the construction site of the Daoyuan Class... how to fill it in?" Slim Face asked.
The fat face continued to do the work in hand, without raising his head, he said: "Put the seal inside, and let the Shen family seal it after they finish filling it out."
Finally, when all these were sorted out and handed over to the staff at the next level, it was already three o'clock in the morning.
Fat Face yawned for a long time: "Come on, let's get off work first."
Looking at the pile of unfinished files under the old cigarette butt table, Thin Face swallowed and asked, "How many more classes..."
The old cigarette thought for a while, and said: "Wulingmen, Chongshanzong, Never Baigizong, Xinxin Trading... Oh, and the Qingyu Pavilion that was sent last, there must be a hundred copies."
"Won't you be urged?" The thin face said with a headache.
"It's useless to remind us. It's just the four of us. How can we make it through? We are all short of personnel. Who can do it?" Fat Face packed up his things and sighed.
Then why do you have to leave such a tail?
Thin face didn't quite understand, but he also started to pack his things. When he walked to the door, the old smoker was already waiting to open the door.
After going out, the cold wind in the middle of the night blew on Thin Face's face, which made him wake up quite a bit.
The snow stopped for a while, and there were still traces of tires in the yard not far away.
"What's wrong?" The fat face looked at the thin face and asked in a daze.
Thin face suddenly felt a little weird.
At that time, the man saluted, but did not speak.
It should be to insert a file, but you have to avoid it, right?
I said that it was probably after the file was inserted, and everyone had no doubts.
However, the keepsakes are all inside, so why put a keepsake if you want to press the file?
"It's okay, I'm too sleepy." Thin face yawned and was about to go back to the dormitory to sleep.
After the three of them left together, they didn't turn off the lights, and Pingtou stopped the pen in his hand, sat silently in the position of the old smoker, picked up the document bag at his feet, and continued to work.
It was not until dawn that he began to deal with the last agreement that was temporarily made up by Qingyu Pavilion.
After the inspection, Pingtou frowned and said to himself: "All the plans for the Daoyuan class have come down, why are there still people who signed the joint training class... But this word is ugly enough."
After all approvals and packaging were completed, the flat head opened the window and looked out with eyes full of bloodshot and black spots due to fatigue.
There was snowflakes outside again, and the smell of snow was blowing on his face in the early morning. After yawning with a flat head, he returned to the table by his door, clutched his military coat, and fell into a deep sleep.
……
An Tong's head hit the bed board, and he woke up with a groaning sound after suffering the pain.
She subconsciously rummaged around beside the pillow, but the phone was not in a familiar place.
At last she blurred her eyes and looked around.
Beneath him was a wooden bed covered with a soft silk quilt. When the curtains were raised, the whole room was filled with antique furniture, just like the boudoir of an ancient girl who had never left the pavilion.
Although the details are a bit weird.
For example, the long pen on the table is a carbon pen with a wooden case.
The ink painting hanging on the wall is the cartoon scenery in the anime.
The celadon cup placed on the wooden box beside the bed has an insulation layer inside.
Everything around her is very new to her. Ancient culture and modern technology are combined in a wonderful way in this room.
Last night, Situ Yan took her to a large hotel. An Tong thought she was staying for one night and continued on her way tomorrow morning.
As a result, after the elevator door opened, Situ Nan suddenly ran out of the elevator first, stood outside the door, and bowed very respectfully.
"Situ's family, I have been waiting for you here for a long time."
An Tong was stunned for a moment.
Because what appeared before her eyes was an ancient town.
Small bridges and flowing water, bluestone pavement, low eaves and red tiles, after walking through a small alley, enter Situ's mansion, then pass through the courtyard garden and fish pond, and finally arrive at this attic for her to rest.
Because he stayed up for two consecutive nights, An Tong slept for a long time this time. Seeing the sunlight shining through the wooden window in the room, 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 late at night to buy for herself, and turned it on.
During the booting process, she was actually a little bit looking forward to whether Yin Hang would send a good morning by herself.
After all, it was like that yesterday, so I have to make a statement.
Speaking of which, he has never taken the initiative to say good night and good morning to himself.
Although what he said often made my heart skip a beat, it felt like he was saying it passively.
After the phone was turned on, a red dot really popped up on the system bar.
An Tong was a little excited just now, but it turned out that it was a software update notice.
An Tong pouted and was a little unhappy at the moment, and was about to send Yin Hang a good morning or good afternoon, and when he questioned Yin Hang again, a series of beeps burst out.
【SIM card connected successfully】
[From QQ news, 45 unread items]
An Tong didn't understand what happened for a while, because she hadn't unlocked it yet, so she could only see the last message prompt on the system bar.
[3:05 AM]
【Husband: That’s about it. I’m really sorry, sorry...】
"Oh, husband?"
"No...you are sorry, what are you sorry for?"
(End of this chapter)
If the Shen family wants to take root in Huainan and develop in the local area with sincerity, then the students taught by the Shen family will become the Shen family's most deeply rooted relationship in the local area in the future, and sincerity is absolutely enough.
If you come here for your resume and want to leave in the end, then my Huainan students can follow you to Lijiang?
Teachers are important in name, and the upper limit is high, but the lower limit can't cause any major problems. At most, they just don't do well in the assessment, and the Shen family will lose face.
If the Shen family is willing to teach the real thing, or even take out the inheritance, Huainan will have no problem treating the Shen family as the distinguished guests from now on.
I have to say that the idea of deputy third term plus labor dispatch is really a bit extreme.
The fat face directly ignored the opinions of the crew cut and the thin face, and asked the old smoker: "Then how will the students arrange it?"
"Let's take the ones that are on sale." Old Cigarette tugged up his coat, squatted down and dragged out a cardboard box from under the table.
After the tape was torn off, there was a list of unencapsulated medical examination reports inside.
Seeing these lists being reopened, Crew wanted to say something, but held back.
"How many copies?" the old smoker asked, looking up.
He can make suggestions, but for such decision-making things, the chief person in charge still needs to speak.
"Fourteen." After the fat face closed the blue folder, put it back, and asked at the same time: "Do you still have enough to make up?"
"I still have about a hundred copies over there, enough to make up for the Daoyuan class. The rest depends on the situation." Old Cigarette said, and at the same time he took out the list from the box one by one.
"Okay." Fat Face nodded, and walked to a cabinet that was overcrowded. These were all blank file books saved due to lack of people. He struggled to pull out a stack of complete teacher files and handed them to Thin Face. .
After Thin Face took it, he asked hesitantly, "In general, what kind of seal should it be stamped on?"
"Provincial seal."
"But he doesn't have an application."
"Isn't it for you to write it now, and fill in the date of April [-]th." After Fat Face finished speaking, he and Ping Tou looked at each other again.
Pingtou ignored him, sat back to his seat at the door, and continued to write work reports with his head down.
"The age is basically between thirteen and sixteen," the old smoker pulled out a list, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Look at these first-class talents, they are the future of our Huainan."
However, after picking up another one, Old Cigarette Butt hesitated.
On this list, the ability is a special blood red 'secret' chapter, and the talent evaluation is S.
"A, B, C, and D have been changed for a long time, but S has not changed..." After muttering, Old Cigarette Butt shook the list in his hand to Fat Face and asked, "What about this one?"
"It's uncontrollable for the time being, crushed to death, wait for the decision of the Supreme Court," Fat Face just glanced at it, and continued to fill in the information sheet in his hand.
It was almost twelve o'clock after the complete process was completed, together with the keepsake, all packaged and archived.
They have been working for nearly sixty hours straight.
However, in the future, the files of these fourteen students will be filed together, and a file folder for Daoyuan class will be set aside. At least hundreds of printouts will be waiting for them to process.
"The name, the construction site of the Daoyuan Class... how to fill it in?" Slim Face asked.
The fat face continued to do the work in hand, without raising his head, he said: "Put the seal inside, and let the Shen family seal it after they finish filling it out."
Finally, when all these were sorted out and handed over to the staff at the next level, it was already three o'clock in the morning.
Fat Face yawned for a long time: "Come on, let's get off work first."
Looking at the pile of unfinished files under the old cigarette butt table, Thin Face swallowed and asked, "How many more classes..."
The old cigarette thought for a while, and said: "Wulingmen, Chongshanzong, Never Baigizong, Xinxin Trading... Oh, and the Qingyu Pavilion that was sent last, there must be a hundred copies."
"Won't you be urged?" The thin face said with a headache.
"It's useless to remind us. It's just the four of us. How can we make it through? We are all short of personnel. Who can do it?" Fat Face packed up his things and sighed.
Then why do you have to leave such a tail?
Thin face didn't quite understand, but he also started to pack his things. When he walked to the door, the old smoker was already waiting to open the door.
After going out, the cold wind in the middle of the night blew on Thin Face's face, which made him wake up quite a bit.
The snow stopped for a while, and there were still traces of tires in the yard not far away.
"What's wrong?" The fat face looked at the thin face and asked in a daze.
Thin face suddenly felt a little weird.
At that time, the man saluted, but did not speak.
It should be to insert a file, but you have to avoid it, right?
I said that it was probably after the file was inserted, and everyone had no doubts.
However, the keepsakes are all inside, so why put a keepsake if you want to press the file?
"It's okay, I'm too sleepy." Thin face yawned and was about to go back to the dormitory to sleep.
After the three of them left together, they didn't turn off the lights, and Pingtou stopped the pen in his hand, sat silently in the position of the old smoker, picked up the document bag at his feet, and continued to work.
It was not until dawn that he began to deal with the last agreement that was temporarily made up by Qingyu Pavilion.
After the inspection, Pingtou frowned and said to himself: "All the plans for the Daoyuan class have come down, why are there still people who signed the joint training class... But this word is ugly enough."
After all approvals and packaging were completed, the flat head opened the window and looked out with eyes full of bloodshot and black spots due to fatigue.
There was snowflakes outside again, and the smell of snow was blowing on his face in the early morning. After yawning with a flat head, he returned to the table by his door, clutched his military coat, and fell into a deep sleep.
……
An Tong's head hit the bed board, and he woke up with a groaning sound after suffering the pain.
She subconsciously rummaged around beside the pillow, but the phone was not in a familiar place.
At last she blurred her eyes and looked around.
Beneath him was a wooden bed covered with a soft silk quilt. When the curtains were raised, the whole room was filled with antique furniture, just like the boudoir of an ancient girl who had never left the pavilion.
Although the details are a bit weird.
For example, the long pen on the table is a carbon pen with a wooden case.
The ink painting hanging on the wall is the cartoon scenery in the anime.
The celadon cup placed on the wooden box beside the bed has an insulation layer inside.
Everything around her is very new to her. Ancient culture and modern technology are combined in a wonderful way in this room.
Last night, Situ Yan took her to a large hotel. An Tong thought she was staying for one night and continued on her way tomorrow morning.
As a result, after the elevator door opened, Situ Nan suddenly ran out of the elevator first, stood outside the door, and bowed very respectfully.
"Situ's family, I have been waiting for you here for a long time."
An Tong was stunned for a moment.
Because what appeared before her eyes was an ancient town.
Small bridges and flowing water, bluestone pavement, low eaves and red tiles, after walking through a small alley, enter Situ's mansion, then pass through the courtyard garden and fish pond, and finally arrive at this attic for her to rest.
Because he stayed up for two consecutive nights, An Tong slept for a long time this time. Seeing the sunlight shining through the wooden window in the room, 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 late at night to buy for herself, and turned it on.
During the booting process, she was actually a little bit looking forward to whether Yin Hang would send a good morning by herself.
After all, it was like that yesterday, so I have to make a statement.
Speaking of which, he has never taken the initiative to say good night and good morning to himself.
Although what he said often made my heart skip a beat, it felt like he was saying it passively.
After the phone was turned on, a red dot really popped up on the system bar.
An Tong was a little excited just now, but it turned out that it was a software update notice.
An Tong pouted and was a little unhappy at the moment, and was about to send Yin Hang a good morning or good afternoon, and when he questioned Yin Hang again, a series of beeps burst out.
【SIM card connected successfully】
[From QQ news, 45 unread items]
An Tong didn't understand what happened for a while, because she hadn't unlocked it yet, so she could only see the last message prompt on the system bar.
[3:05 AM]
【Husband: That’s about it. I’m really sorry, sorry...】
"Oh, husband?"
"No...you are sorry, what are you sorry for?"
(End of this chapter)
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