Chapter 624: Goodbye cloak man

Chapter 624 Goodbye Cloak Man
"Good." Murong Jian nodded and sat back in the chair and picked up a letter to read it.
The captain's time has arrived, and the officials have all come to the military department. They have their duties. They can't rest in the eyes of the public, or they can handle these letters as soon as possible, and deal with them as soon as possible. Looking at the wound, rest...
Murong Jian quietly planned to speed up the speed of reading the letters. I don’t know if night falls, Murong Jian finished the letter, and the time of the squatting arrived. The officers of the Ministry of Military Affairs stood up and left the seat, Zhang Mingji. The man got in front of him and opened his official document and opened it. He shouted: "The southwest military camp has 30,000 tons of food per month, which is too little..."

Three thousand dan per month? Really fake?
Zhao Ji leaned forward and looked at the reply of the dragon and phoenix dance written on the letter. He shook his head again and again:
Ten 30,000 yuan of food is not enough to eat.

"Isn't it... Is this going to make the soldiers in the army hungry?"
"The soldiers who are not full, who are still trying to protect the country..."
Wang Xue has a lot of people talking about it, watching 30,000 words and a few words, and the bottom is full of disdain.
Murong Jian was dark and black. This is a letter between the Ministry of Housing and the Ministry of Military Affairs. The Ministry of Housing inquired about the Ministry of Military Affairs, how many soldiers were dispatched by the Southwest Military Camp, and how much food was distributed each month. He wrote a total of 300,000 new and old soldiers. 30,000 tons of food are distributed every month.
The words and sentences that were replied were all handwritten by him. They despised the reply and despised him.
"Three hundred thousand soldiers, each person has two or two foods per month, and 30,000 yuan of food per month. They use more than enough, what is wrong?"
"Mu Rong Shi Lang has not been in the military camp, he has been beaten, the soldiers in the military camp are practicing every day, the amount of food is very large, the maximum number of people in each meal is one quarter, even one-fifth, the rest, Some eat three or two per meal, and some eat four or two or more. The military camp of 300,000 soldiers will eat at least 50,000 tons of food every month, and 30,000 will only be enough for them to eat half full..." Zhang Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at Murong Jian.
Murong Jian’s angry face instantly became a stiff:
Really?

"Of course it is true, we lied to you to do something." Zhang Ming said faintly, looking at the officials: "Everyone has come over, take these letters and score a point, try to catch up with Li Shangshu, and finish it... ..."
"Mu Rong Shi Lang is fast at handling things, but he still doesn't know enough about the sergeants under the control of the military..."
"No, the results of the processing can not be used. I knew that he was so unreliable. He should not hand over the letters to him. If he squats, he will say that he can’t handle it. The victims will stay here and give him. Sweeping the tail..."
"Don't say so much, take the letter and deal with it, Li Shangshu is coming out..."
The officials whispered, and they came over and picked up dozens of letters, quickly flipped through and replied...
The letter that Murong Jian replied was thrown into the corner by the officials, stepping on the dirty...
Murong Jian looked pale and green. He spent a day, and the reply he wrote was so hard that he was thrown away so mercilessly. The result of his hard work of six or seven hours was rejected.
Hehe, they didn’t think about adopting his treatment opinions at first. They ignored him for a day and night, didn’t rest for twelve hours, and handed him the letter, not testing him, nor agreeing. He, but to see that he is not pleasing to the eye, deliberately consume his energy and rectify him!
Murong Jian’s face was gloomy and terrible. The hand under the sleeves was tightly gripped. The nails were deeply plunged into the flesh. The whole body shot a strong haze, and Zhang Mingjian’s eyebrows picked and picked, slowly looking from the side. A few pamphlets were placed in front of Murong Jian: "These are all related to the sergeants. Look at Murong's assistants. If you understand all the things in the military, you will not have this mistake again..."
Murong sneered and sneered, and it was really nice to say. Zhang Ming was looking at his face too ugly, afraid that he would resist him fiercely, and then he would comfort him.
He is a newcomer to the Ministry of War. The old officials of these military departments are very disliked by him, and they have always been rejecting him. Even if he knows the details of the military, he will handle the perfection of writing opinions, and they will never use him. But, like now, in front of him, re-written, hitting his face heavily...
"It's not early, I still have something to do, take a step first!" Murong Jian said coldly, opened the chair, and walked away without going back: the officials of the Ministry of Military Affairs were all direct officials of Li Shangshu, who united It’s definitely what Li Shangshu means when he gets up.
Li Shangshu is the head of the military department. His official position is higher than him. His rights are bigger than him. He can't openly confront Li Shangshu. He will kneel early, his eyes will not see, and his heart will not bother...
"Mu Rong Shi Lang, these books related to the Ministry of War, you have not seen it yet." Zhang Ming ‘good heart’ reminder.
"I will see it again tomorrow." Murong Jian did not answer back, and the speed of moving forward is faster...
Looking at the back of his gradual disappearance, Zhang Ming, Zhao Ji and others smiled, and the bottom of the flashing flashed a touch of meaning: they still haven’t got enough of Mu Rongjian, he just left, no matter, he will come to the Ministry of War tomorrow. Then, he will continue to rectify him, and he must be made clear to him, how many 'friends' the military colleagues are to him...
Murong Jianwei left the army and dragged his tired body back to the house in the city. At this time, his face was blue, his eyes were deep, his eyes were covered with red blood, and his chin had thick black beard. The face is full of tiredness, and the official uniform also has a lot of folds, so how much more wolf howling.
He was still stiff, his body hurts, and he carefully took off his shirt and found that he was green, purple, and the blood was stale in a serious place. The blood of the skin glued the skin and the coat together. , with a force to pull, the pain of Murong Jian face white.
In order to prevent wound infection, Murong Jian carefully cleaned the wound with sake. The painful cold sweat on his forehead, he endured hard, put on a good gold sore medicine, wrapped a bandage, and the body was better.
Murong Jian simply brushed it up, fell down on the bed, and fell asleep: two days and one night without a break, he was tired...
A gust of wind suddenly blew, and a man in a black cloak suddenly appeared in the room of Murongjian. Looking at the big bed, tired face, and closed face, Murong Jian, sharp eyes slammed: "Murong Jian!"
The voice of anger pierced into the ear and hit the heart. Murong’s body trembled and suddenly opened his eyes. He saw the man in the cloak standing by the bed and looking at him with a condescending look.
Murong Jian was relieved without a trace, and said with dissatisfaction: "How did you get to my room?"
(End of this chapter)