Rebirth of the world Xiaolong

Chapter 248

The next morning, Zhong Jiawei went to inspect the market again. She now travels around all kinds of fruit wholesale markets every day, hoping to get the best quality fruit at the cheapest price.

Jiang Zhihao still appreciates her diligent attitude, although she often does useless work. However, being diligent is better than being lazy.

Jiang Zhihao himself went to find Kim Jong-kyung.

This calligraphy and painting exhibition was led by the trade union. Zhong Wenxing came to the unit early in the morning and worked diligently to set up the venue.

It was past eight forty and my superiors also came.

Zhong Wenxing quickly came up to greet him and said hello. He glanced at the arrangement and asked, "Is it okay?"

"No problem, the several problems you mentioned yesterday have been rectified." Zhong Wenxing replied.

"Where is the Calligraphy and Painting Association?"

Zhong Wenxing hesitated for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "It should be no problem."

"Should?" the superior glanced at him and said with a serious expression: "Although this calligraphy and painting exhibition is an event that we have to take a photo and report it to the top when we look back. I have said hello and patted my chest and said that I would do it well. If something goes wrong with the Calligraphy and Painting Association, I will have no place to put my face."

"Yes, yes, yes, I understand!" Zhong Wenxing quickly responded.

Maybe this is how people are. The more they worry about, the more they will be.

At nine o'clock, everyone who came to the office to watch the calligraphy and painting exhibition, but the people from the Calligraphy and Painting Association were never seen.

Zhong Wenxing looked at the door so hard that his eyes were almost blind, and his heart was like an ant on a hot pan.

He could only say that it was coming soon.

Ten minutes later, the superior came here in person and asked with an unhappy look: "What's going on? Where are the people from the Calligraphy and Painting Association?"

Zhong Wenxing hung his head and didn't know how to answer. He also wanted to ask where the people from the Calligraphy and Painting Association had gone. However, Jiang Zhihao's mobile phone number was deleted eight hundred years ago, and now he can't contact him even if he wants to.

The superior seemed to see the clues and asked calmly: "Didn't you say you've found someone and have a good relationship with the Calligraphy and Painting Association? What's going on?"

"I, I don't know...that bastard promised to do it yesterday and said he would definitely call people!" Zhong Wenxing said with a sad face.

"Baby? Who?"

"Yes, yes..." Zhong Wenxing hesitated for a long time, but in the end he could only tell the truth: "It's my son-in-law Jiang Zhihao."

The superior was stunned for a moment, and then furious: "Why didn't you say it earlier? Just your son-in-law, who doesn't know that he is a slutty guy who is waiting to die? Are you stupid? Come to him to do this for you?"

"He was talking to people from the Calligraphy and Painting Association yesterday, and I thought he..."

"Do you think? You thought your daughter could marry a good family, but what happened?" The superior was so angry that he trembled all over, pointing at Zhong Wenxing and scolding.

Jiang Zhihao's "big name" has been spread all over the unit. Everyone knows that Zhong Wenxing's son-in-law is a pool of mud that cannot be supported on the wall, and Zhong Wenxing has never avoided this matter.