Night ink pool.

Most of the work in the Farmers Association has been stopped.

But the boiler room and the account have not stopped working.

Gu Zheng, who was in charge of the overall account, slowly and leisurely drank the best wine called Yu Shuangbai in Xianyang City, and checked the recent accounts of the Xianyang Farmers Association.

The work of doing accounting generally seems to be just recording and sorting out, so many people will find it irrelevant.

However, after getting involved in actual work and actually taking charge of the matter, Gu Cai suddenly realized that the accounts were far more important than he had imagined.

——When a person has been doing a day of work, he knows it himself, and the people around him know it.

But may the people above know?

Not likely.

If there is no record of the record, then for the above person, this person is just not working or is lazy.

This is true for a day, for a lifetime, the same is true for a lifetime.

You have contributed to this group, you know what you know, and the people around you probably know it too.

But how many people can you have around you?

How much can your contribution be?

As we know from the contribution, how much benefit do you deserve?

You probably know these yourself.

But does anyone know?

Do others believe it?

Who knows, do you have the final say?

For those who are a little far away from the bottom of the work, it is unrealistic to know who works hard and who gets it without work; they often only understand the operation of everything through records summarized by small leaders.

How many materials are there, how many personnel are there, how much daily consumption is spent, and how much accidental loss is, these are all things that require accountants to record and manage.

And this is the actual power that the accountant has.

Moreover, because they are too close to resources, it is simple for them to seek resources.

Gu slowly read the accounts, and the more he read them, the more tired he became and a little difficult.

"Oh, I'm getting older..." Gu knocked on his back and closed the file: "Come in."

The waiter who had been waiting for a long time walked in gently and rubbed his shoulders for Gu.

"Comfortable." Gu closed his eyes and pointed his fingers into his clothes. The aquatic texture of fourteen or fifteen years old made him feel a little energetic.

"Have your brother's condition improved?" Gu's voice became hot.

"It's much better." The waiter responded sweetly, as if he had thought of something happy, his bright big eyes narrowed into crescent moons: "He will get married next month."

"So fast..." Gu sighed: "Last time I saw him, I was just a child holding a wooden sword and chasing chickens and dogs everywhere. He was about to get married in the blink of an eye."

"Yes, I feel it's very fast, too." The waiter's pink lips trembled: "There's someone outside."

"Someone?" Gu Qiran was unhappy: "Who is outside?"

The response to him was to score a goal.

Ji kicked the door open. Behind him, Long held an iron sword in his hand and put it on the neck of the mirror without any clothes. A large number of people then walked in.

"This is..." Gu was startled. Before reason could return, he was already furious in his heart: "Ji! Do you know what you are doing?"

"I know." Ji grinned: "But there is no way. If I don't get faster, then the person pointed at the neck by the sword now should be me."

"Hmph." Gu teared Ji for a glance, then looked at Long and others with a gloomy face: "Who are you? Do you know where this place is? Do you know who I am? Do you want to rebel?"

"This is the Farmers Association, I know very well!" Fei Ying sighed: "You are from the Farmers Association, and from His Majesty the King of Qin, I know this too."

"But you don't seem to know very well in the form now."

Fei Ying said, the soldiers on one side had already walked forward and pulled Gu, who was still trembling in the servant's arms, and pressed him on the table.

Fei Ying looked at Gu He Jing who had been restrained and spoke Youyouyou: "From now on, I say, listen, what I ask you to do, what you do; what I ask you to answer, what you answer, what you understand?"

"I understand completely." His cheeks pressed against the cold tabletop, and Gu's head immediately woke up.

"So, how many soldiers can be pulled out from the Farmers' Association now?" Fei Ying asked.

"What?" Gu exclaimed: "What do you want to do? Do you really want to rebel?"

Jing was also very surprised at this time, but he did not speak, but looked at the soldiers who were escorting him from the corner of his eyes.

These people...

Feiying was a little displeased: "I've said it all, I'll tell you, listen, I'll ask you and answer, why are you still talking nonsense?"

He said, kicking Gu in the waist: "Remember, now I'm asking, you answer, don't say anything else."

Gu was even more angry when he was in pain. His temper, who had been pampered for a long time, did not allow him to compromise with this group of inexplicable evil people, but his decayed body surrendered one step ahead of his rationality: "Okay."

"So, how many soldiers are there in the war that the Farmers Association can pull out now?"

"I don't know." Gu Lao answered honestly.

Fei Ying was stunned for a moment: "What did you say?"

"I don't know." Gu replied.

The waiter was trembling.

Long comforted her carefully and persuaded her to leave.

Wei Liao frowned when he saw this, and grabbed the servant and sat next to him.

"What did you say?" Feiying asked loudly, "You don't know?"

"I just don't know." Gu Li said, of course with some grievances: "How could I know? These people were not recruited into the army, they were soldiers and trained, but how many years have they been? Those soldiers fought wars and could serve again in age, whether they were still alive, and whether they could still fight for the country, and no one could care about it..."

Fei Ying nodded: "So that's the case - then can you give me an order?"

"The Qin Wangzheng needs the husbands of Xianyang to serve a military service to deal with the enemy who rebelled in the city..."

"The King of Qin has passed away!" Gu screamed: "Who are you? How dare you..."

Fei Ying raised his eyebrows: "Qin Wangzheng is still alive. If I don't tell you about this, don't you know about it?"

"Or, are you pretending not to know?"

As he said, he took out Qin Wangzheng's sword and placed it in front of Gu: "Did you see this sword? Do you understand what it means?"

Gu looked at the iron sword in front of him, looking confused.

There are many people who know Qin Wangzheng's sword, but definitely not the ancient ones.

Therefore, in front of ancient times, there was only an iron sword that was so ordinary that it could not be more ordinary.

As for the life and death of King Zheng of Qin... if he was not in Xianyang, he would be dead, and if he was in Xianyang, he would be alive.

Gu Mo kept silent.

Fei Ying frowned when he saw his reaction: "It's really useless. No one knows His Majesty's sword!"

"His Majesty the King of Qin has not passed away." Long retorted seriously: "I saw him!"

"Are you serious?" Ji Haoqi asked.

"Of course it's true! Will I lie to you? Will I lie to you with His Holiness of the King of Qin?" Long glared at Ji.

Ji nodded and asked in consultation: "That's it... so Gu, can you help His Majesty the King of Qin summon soldiers..."

"Impossible!" Gu said firmly: "Your Majesty the King of Qin has passed away. People like you are definitely...uh..."

A sword was nailed into the back of the neck.

Ji, who had a simple face, pulled out the iron sword in his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his clothes, looked at Long, and said, "He refused to issue this order, so I will do it. But, the best thing you say is the truth. If you tell lies, then I promise that both of us will die! I will definitely take action! Swear in the name of His Majesty the King of Qin!"
Chapter completed!