My wife is a passerby villain

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 relationship 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 I, a student from Huainan, can still follow you to Lijiang?

Teachers are nominally important, and the upper limit is high, but at the lower limit, nothing big can happen. At most, they will just get bad grades in the assessment, and the Shen family will lose 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 its honored guests from now on.

I have to say that the term "third deputy deputy" plus labor dispatch is really a bit weird.

Fat Face ignored the opinions of Flathead and Thin Face 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, put it back, and asked at the same time: "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 others 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 of stuff. 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.

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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 our Huainan."

However, after picking up another one, Old Cigarette Butt hesitated.

On this list, the abilities are marked with a special blood-red "secret" seal, and the talent evaluation is S.

"I have been changing A, B, C and D for a long time, but S has not been moved..." After muttering, Old Cigarette 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.

By the time the complete process was completed and all the tokens were packaged and filed, it was almost twelve o'clock.

They have been working continuously for nearly sixty hours.

However, the next step is to file the files of these fourteen students together and create a folder for Daoyuan class. There are at least hundreds of printouts waiting for them to process.

"How to fill in the name, construction location 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."

When all of this was finally sorted out and handed over to the next level of staff, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

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: "Wuling Sect, Chongshan Sect, Never Give Sect for Free, Xinxin Trading... Oh, and the Qingyu Pavilion that was sent to me at the end, I guess a hundred copies."

"Don't you know how 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 started to pack his things. When he walked to the door, Lao Ciangqiang was already waiting to open the door.

After going out, the cold late night wind blew on the thin face, making him sober.

The snow should 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 there, 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 the pen 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, Flathead frowned and said to himself: "The plan for the Daoyuan class has been released, why are there still people signing up for the joint training class... But this word is quite ugly."

After all the approvals were completed and sealed, 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 snow mixed with it in the early morning brushed against my face. After yawning, 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 in 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 very novel 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 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 red tiles, after walking through a section of alleys, entered the Situ 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 on the table, unplugged the charger that Situ Nan ran out to buy for herself late at night, and turned it on.

During the process of booting up the phone, she was actually a little looking forward to whether Yin Hang would send a good morning by himself.

After all, we were like that yesterday, so we have 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 said it 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, and when she asked some more questions, a series of beeps sounded.

[Sim card connected successfully]

[Messages from qq, 45 unread messages]

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?"