Zhang Ming looked at Murong Jian and smiled brightly.
Murong Jian's complexion was gloomy. The content in the brochure should be read and written down. However, the content in the letter should not only be read, but also the meaning between the lines must be carefully considered to come up with the most suitable solution and written on the paper. …
There are at least several hundred letters in these two piles of letters, and there are hundreds of difficult things written in them. If he is allowed to check and reply alone, he may not have to check it before dawn tomorrow, and the reply is complete...
"There are too many letters, which are completely beyond the scope of normal people's processing. Why don't you ask your colleagues to stay and help deal with them..."
Zhang Ming shook his head in disapproval: "Murong Shilang must have extraordinary abilities if he can get the emperor's approval and become the Minister of the Ministry of War. These letters are a test for Murong Shilang to see if Murong Shilang can quickly deal with various problems. , Murong Shilang should do it himself, how can he pretend to be someone else... "
Murong Jian's face was gloomy. To test a person, shouldn't he set up the test during the daytime under the watchful eyes of the officials of the Ministry of War? How could he choose to throw so many letters to him when he came down to the office, without leaving an official to testify for him
What they did was not to test his ability at all, but to refuse to accept him as the servant of the Ministry of War, and deliberately punish him...
Looking at Murong Jian's ugly face, Zhang Ming was in an inexplicably good mood, and said proudly: "It's getting late, let's go back first, Murong Shilang, let's deal with the letters slowly."
After walking a few steps, Zhang Ming turned to look at Murong Jian again, and lowered his voice mysteriously: "Quietly remind Minister Murong that these letters are all urgent letters, which are specially requested by the emperor, and must be processed before dawn tomorrow. Minister Murong, please do your best..."
Murong Jian's sharp eyes were like sharp arrows, and he shot at Zhang Ming. Zhang Ming ignored him, pulled Zhao Ji and Wang Xue, and walked forward leisurely. It's still early, why don't we go to Linjiang Tower for a few drinks?"
"Okay, I heard that there is a new cook in Linjianglou, who cooks well..." Zhao Ji nodded in agreement.
"It's been a long time since I went to drink in Linjianglou, I really miss it..." Wang Xueye echoed with twinkling eyes, and the three brothers were very close.
Murong Jian's face was gloomy and terrifying: They went to eat while talking and laughing, but let him stay here to deal with these letters that are important enough to kill him, it's really abominable...
Murong Jian slapped the table with his palm, knocking off a small piece of the corner of the table. Amidst the foam, his cold voice sounded slowly: "A Yan, go and help me prepare dinner and supper, tonight I'm going to burn the light to deal with the mail..."
People from the Ministry of War want to test his ability? He will show them!
After a simple dinner, Murong Jian picked up the letters, carefully read them one by one, and carefully wrote down his own handling opinions.
The written letters were put aside, and the letters on the table became less and less, less and less...
After the last letter was processed, Murong Jian heaved a long sigh of relief, stood up slowly, and moved his stiff body. Unexpectedly, the joints and muscles of his body began to ache sharply.
Murong Jian gasped, and suddenly remembered that after he was injured, he was busy reading brochures and letters, and hadn't had time to rub the wound medicine.
Pulling out the chair, Murong Jian was about to return home, but saw Zhang Ming, Zhao Ji, Cheng Qian, and Wang Xue walking over one after another, and greeted him with a slight smile: "Murong Minister, good morning."
He didn't sleep all night, so early ass.
Murong Jian was angry in his heart, but on his face he had an indifferent look: "Morning."
"Oh, Murong Shilang really processed all the letters overnight." Cheng Qian stepped forward, looking at the neatly arranged letters and replies in front of Murong Jian, his eyes were filled with amazement.
"Murong Shilang is really capable and unique..."
"The speed with which things are processed is also amazing."
Zhao Ji and Wang Xue also stepped forward, looked at Murong Yue's reply letter, and praised him again and again.
The anger in Murong Jian's heart dissipated a bit, and a strong arrogance gathered in his heart: "Everyone, you are overwhelmed."
"We don't praise too much. It is definitely a rare talent to handle so many letters properly overnight. If it were us, we would not be able to do it..." Cheng Qian paused every word, his eyes full of solemnity .
"Yes, yes..." Wang Xue and Zhao Ji also praised Murong Jian's ability in admiration.
"It is a talent, it must be reused, and it must not be buried." Zhang Ming smiled slightly, ignoring Murong Jian's tired eyes, and carried a large stack of letters, and put them on Murong Jian's desk: "These letters are troublesome. Murong's servant..."
Murong Jian's handsome face instantly darkened: "What is this?"
"Some things about the Ministry of War." Zhang Ming explained softly: "Murong Shilang knows everything about the Ministry of War, and he has perfectly handled so many letters from the Ministry of War, which is enough to prove that Minister Murong has outstanding ability and can start to deal with the affairs of the Ministry of War."
Murong Jian's complexion softened. Zhang Ming brought these letters because he recognized his ability and didn't intend to make things difficult for him. But: "Why are there so many letters?"
Zhang Ming smiled: "Murong's servant doesn't know something. It's spring, and there are many things to do in the Ministry of War. In addition, the previous servant of the Ministry of War was seriously injured. Many things have not been dealt with. The backlog has become so much..."
"Is that so..." Murong Jian frowned tightly as he looked at the tall letter.
"What's wrong with Murong Shilang?" Zhang Ming looked at him puzzled.
Murong Jian's eyes were dark, his whole body was in pain, very uncomfortable, he wanted to go back home to rest...
"If Minister Murong is not feeling well, you can ask for leave to see a doctor..." Zhang Ming's 'kind' suggestion.
Murong Jian's eyes froze, today is the second day he came to the Ministry of War, and now it's time to go to the Yamen, if he said he was not feeling well and went to see a doctor, he would definitely give everyone the impression of being sick.
At that time, Zhang Ming will take these letters away immediately, and will never take them back in a short time. He is relaxed, but from now on, he will never get in touch with the affairs of the Ministry of War again.
Because Zhang Ming and the others did not particularly welcome him, because of his outstanding ability, they had to hand over the affairs of the Ministry of War to him. They all quietly stared at him, waiting to catch him, he would not make them wish...
"I'm fine."
"Since it's all right, let's start dealing with the letters. These letters are also very important. Try to finish them before going to the office today." Zhang Ming said softly, with a tricky smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.