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  That night, they talked for a long time until the dew was heavy and then went to bed.

  Minglan slept with a heavy heart, and even in her dreams, she couldn't help but clench her fists and stamp her feet. Gu Tingye didn't stir much either, just holding her tightly as they both fell into a deep sleep. Minglan thought to herself that he was probably feeling embarrassed after recalling his late mother.

  The man's body was hot as fire, and he wrapped Minglan tightly in his arms. Minglan felt like she was sleeping next to a stove, and soon she broke out in a sweat. In her daze, she wanted to kick off the covers, but only kicked her toes, which hurt. She murmured "my toes hurt" several times, and then felt a large hand with thin calluses rubbing her chubby toes. At first, it was soothing, but as the hand continued to rub, its intentions changed; it slowly moved up along her smooth calf. Minglan twisted her waist trying to shake off the hand, thinking "think of your poor mother", but she didn't have the courage, so instead said: "You have an early court session tomorrow."

  The man seemed to hesitate for a moment, twisted uncomfortably, and rubbed himself against Minglan even more tightly.

  After an unknown period of time, the sky was slightly bright. Minglan half-closed her eyes and stared blankly at the bed curtains. She reached out to touch, but beside her was empty. She suddenly woke up and softly called out: "Where's Master?"

  The thin silk gauze curtain was lifted, and a faintly smiling face appeared, saying: "Waiting for you? The master is late! The master must have already gone to court."

  Ming Lan sat on the bed, early morning at 3 o'clock, calculating the journey, Comrade Gu probably didn't sleep for two hours before getting up, no wonder it was so easy to calm down last night; being an official in ancient times is really not easy.

  "Who is serving Master with his toilette?" Minglan's voice was still somewhat ethereal.

  "We also got up late, fortunately, Xiahe and the others still remembered; turn back to let the girls take turns serving Master in the early morning." Danju glanced at Minglan's body buried in the pile of brocade, her bare shoulders with old scars not yet faded and new ones added, a patchwork of purple and green, only a crimson cord around her neck, below which was a pale yellow embroidered with pale green swallowtail fine flowers camisole.

  Dan Ju looked at Ming Lan's eyes which were still dark, feeling both annoyed and heartbroken, took a white cotton padded jacket to put on Ming Lan.

  Minglan slowly got out of bed with the help of Danju, suddenly remembered something, shook off Danju, and walked barefoot on the thick carpet to the window to take a look - huh? It was just after midnight.

  Ming Lan woke up with a daze, now the situation is very strange, no one in the mansion needs her to ask for peace, nor does she need to dot the clock, and her husband has gone to work, doesn't that mean... she can sleep a little longer?

  She thought of this and ran back to bed, with her bare feet raised, lifted the quilt and drilled in again.

  This set of movements was all too familiar to Danju, she hastily and exasperatedly picked up Minglan, softly scolding: "Young lady, you can't sleep anymore, today you have a lot on your plate; just now the mama from the front came to pass on a message, saying that a group of maidservants and servants will be waiting in the front hall for your instructions. If you sleep... if you sleep? I'll call Mama Cui!"

  Minglan painfully got up, and after soaking in the large bathtub for a while, she felt somewhat relieved. The soft glow of the sheep's horn lamp in the room gradually faded, and the sky had already brightened; Minglan sat in front of the dressing table calling Danju to comb her hair and make up when Xiaotao came in to report: "The steward Laimama and Liao Yongjia have arrived."

  "Tell them to come in." Minglan said lightly, "Danju, don't go out today, just braid a neat bun and scatter some loose hair around the edges, I don't want it tied too tightly, my scalp hurts."

  Danju's craftsmanship was passed down from her mother, and after serving Minglan for ten years, she had become very skilled. With a few quick movements, she finished styling Zhen'er's hair, and then carefully braided the remaining hair into small buns, which she placed under Zhen'er's hair. She slowly adorned the top of Zhen'er's head with small pearl flowers and golden hairpins.

  After a while, a round-faced and stout middle-aged woman with a thin and slightly dark-skinned daughter-in-law came in. She smiled at Minglan and bowed her head: "Lai Mama, Liao Yong's wife."

  The two of them finally stood up, and Lai Ma smiled first: "I've paid my respects to the mistress, how is the mistress feeling today? Actually, I should have paid my respects to the mistress earlier, but these past few days the mistress has been busy and it wasn't convenient to disturb her; yesterday the master instructed me that today the mistress would be inspecting the household servants."

  Minglan smiled and said in a gentle tone, "It's fine, I suppose everyone is here now."

  "The lady has returned with instructions, everyone got up early and waited." Lai Mama smiled very obediently, "I don't know..."

  Minglan glanced at the water clock beside her and said, "Half an hour later, after meeting in the Chao Hui Hall, you will separate the people in the house."

  Lai's mother was stunned, and at this time Liao Yong's wife suddenly raised her head and cautiously asked: "May I ask, madam, how should we divide it? Should we divide it according to the task or according to one family?"

  Minglan glanced at her with a hint of approval and said, "According to the division of labor, one case is stationed in one place." As she spoke, she saw that Laima seemed to want to speak, so Minglan turned to say, "Laima was originally serving under Madame Wang, so let you take the lead and have the people from Ningyuan Houfu stand separately."

  Lai's mother forced a smile: "We're all one family, why make such distinctions; before leaving, the old lady specifically instructed us to say that the madam has the best temper and told us to serve her well."

  Minglan slowly turned her head from the dressing table, quietly looking at her, making Lai Mama's heart feel uneasy. After a while, Minglan had a faint smile on her lips and an icy politeness in her tone: "Whatever I say, you do it." Without giving any reason at all.

  Liao Yong's wife was somewhat surprised, and she quickly stole a glance at Minglan before lowering her head. Lai Mama looked at Minglan's face as beautiful as ice and snow, and felt a sense of reverence, bowing her head in response.

  The two of them left Jia Xi Ju, laughing and bidding each other farewell as they headed in opposite directions.

  Liao Yong's wife was young and quick on her feet, swiftly walking out of the alleyway along the corridor. On the other side, a group of wives and mothers-in-law were waiting for her, and as soon as they saw her, they rushed over to surround her, pulling her into a corner and bombarding her with questions.

  "What kind of person is your wife?"

  "Is your temper okay?"

  Liao Yong's wife said in a low voice, "Really can't see it, young and tender like a flower, yet so powerful! Just now Lai Pozi has already bumped into a nail, you all better behave yourselves, don't ask for trouble!"

  That one head, Lai's mother also returned to the servant's courtyard. Facing others' questions, she only said heavily: "Afraid it's a serious matter!"

  ……

  Minglan sat alone in the right wing, having breakfast, frowning slightly as she ate the not-so-delicious fried dough sticks, slowly recalling what she had seen last night. She put aside the accounts for now and focused on the people, quickly organizing the information in her mind after scanning the personnel list.

  There are 62 servants in the Governor's Mansion, which is actually a bit less for such a large mansion.

  These people can be roughly divided into three categories. The first category is those who were recently bought from outside after Gu Tingyan established his mansion, with no foundation, but it's possible that they have connections with some forces; the second category is those who were bestowed by the emperor, mostly slaves of convicted officials' families, and there might be some former young masters or misses among them, which needs attention. The third category is the four houses of people sent over from Ningyuan Hou Mansion, specifically two houses sent by the lady of the house, and one house each sent by the fourth and fifth elderly ladies.

  And also those people who came with her as dowry.

  After finishing breakfast, Minglan slightly tidied up her makeup and wore a casual goose-yellow folded plum blossom patterned jacket with a light smoke and willow-green tied silk skirt outside. With a bright and beautiful appearance, she was led by a group of maids to the Chao Hui Hall.

  At this time, the daylight was shining brightly, and all four windows were open. On the east and west walls hung four large paintings, while on the north wall facing south, a plaque with an imperial seal bestowed by the current emperor was prominently displayed. Below it stood a bright and beautiful red sandalwood Eight Immortals table, flanked by two armchairs made of the same wood. In front of them were arranged several rows of low-back wide chairs, each pair separated by a small intricately carved wooden stool. The floor was made of highly polished dark green stone slabs, with a dark red woolen carpet laid out in the center.

  What a magnificent imperial palace hall! The momentum is grand and majestic, with an air of dignity and elegance, looking around proudly.

  Minglan looked at the red sandalwood high-back chair and thought that this kind of chair would be more majestic for someone like Old Lady Sheng to sit on; however, she was now the mistress of this estate, and apart from her, there really wasn't anyone else who could sit in it.

  She walked steadily forward and sat down, with the servant girl already holding a tea tray waiting on the side, busily serving tea and asking for peace. Minglan slightly nodded her head, raised her eyes to look around, and saw that outside the hall, from the stairs below, it was densely packed with people, clearly divided into several large blocks, some standing very neatly, and some standing very scattered.

  Liao Yong's wife stepped forward, bowing her head respectfully and said: "Reporting to the mistress, everyone in the mansion is here, except for four who were left to watch the front gate, even those from the kitchen have come."

  Minglan was very satisfied with her straightforward style, and she gave her a look of approval, nodding her head.

  Liao Yong's wife seemed to have gained encouragement, pointing at the people outside and briefly introducing them: "These are specialized in cleaning and sweeping... these are needlework experts, these are in charge of purchasing, these are guards, these are..." After introducing for half a day, she pointed at about ten young girls standing at the edge and said, "These ones don't have any proper duties yet. Auntie Chang said that after the mistress enters the house, they will be taught the rules slowly and then assigned tasks. For now, they just help with miscellaneous chores."

  Those little girls shrank back and stole a glance at Minglan. Seeing Minglan's clear eyes looking over, they immediately lowered their heads and stood up straight.

  Minglan followed Liao Yong's wife's finger and looked at each one, finding that the emperor was still quite reliable. The slaves sent were mostly young and strong, without any particularly old ones. The girls also looked lively. Minglan carefully noted which types of people looked neat and which looked sloppy, and then remembered their leaders.

  Finally, Liao Yong's wife hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice: "Also, the two big maids by Feng Xianguniang's side in Jingfeng Pavilion... uh, Lingfeng Pavilion are not from the mansion, but rather... haven't come."

  Minglan slightly furrowed her brow: "What's the name of that courtyard anyway?"

  Liao Yong's wife reacted quickly: "It was originally called Jing Feng Pavilion, but later it was changed to Ling Ding Pavilion by Feng Xiangniang... The master didn't have the energy to bother with it, so everyone just followed along and called it that."

  Minglan didn't say a word, just smiled at her, and Liao Yong's wife suddenly felt a pang in her heart, bowed her head and retreated. Minglan secretly laughed to herself: It seems that this Feng Xiang girl is quite arrogant, not only did she not try to curry favor, but also offended many people.

  Then, Minglan turned her head to look at Laima, and saw that on the steps by the side door stood several people who were obviously dressed in bright clothes. Laima smiled and introduced them: The Lai family and the Hua family were sent by the Old Madam, the Tian family was sent by the Fourth House, and the Diao family was sent by the Fifth House.

  After the introduction was finished, everyone bowed down and kowtowed to Minglan, greeting her in unison.

  Such a grand scene of simultaneous kowtows, Minglan felt somewhat unaccustomed to it, but she made an effort to endure it, and with a calm smile, gently put down her tea cup, leisurely crossed her hands over her knees, and said in a clear voice: "Old Master once said that the Chunhui Hall is not easily opened, only on New Year's or when honored guests visit. So I thought, today being my first meeting with everyone, it's also a big deal, so I took the liberty of opening this hall, which can be considered as formally meeting everyone."

  The reactions of the people below were all different, some were moved, some were delighted, some were puzzled, and some had a fake smile.

  Minglan watched the reactions of everyone, then smiled and said: "From now on, we are our own people. However, before this, I didn't know each of you, so today I won't say anything else, just let me get familiar with all of you."

  Having said this, all the people under the stage looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what was going on.

  Minglan didn't explain, she just waved her hand towards the back of the room. Danju had already prepared everything and ordered someone to set up a small desk in the hall with pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it. Then, with a serious expression, she sat down at the desk and picked up the brush. Danju stood beside her, while Xia Zhu walked forward nervously.

  Tangerine smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, I'm here to ask you, how old are you this year, where were you born?"

  Xia Zhu was stunned, and Mu Mu said: "Thirteen years old, Tu... Dun Village, Tundun Village on the west side of Tongzhou."

  "How many people are at home? What are they doing?" Dan Ju asked succinctly, holding a piece of paper in her hand.

  "Dad, mom, grandma, and three older brothers, two older sisters, I...I'm the youngest; our family are all farmers."

  "How did you come to our house?"

  She glanced at Minglan, who nodded calmly and encouragingly. She then mustered up the courage to say: "When I was eleven years old, it didn't rain for a long time, and the crops in the fields were not good. My brothers were also going to get married, so my father found someone to sell us three sisters as maidservants. I was lucky and came here, where there's always delicious food every day!"

  The room was filled with stifled giggles, and Minglan's gaze swept past them with a faint smile, her voice barely audible. The crowd stood in silence; only the sound of rapid scribbling could be heard as the brushes danced across the paper.

  "What's next?" Dan Ju asked gently.

  Xia Zhu gradually became bolder: "Later, Chang Mama picked me and taught me etiquette for half a year before I entered the house to serve." Facing Dan Ju and others, Xia Zhu naturally felt inferior, as if a middle school student in a company saw a master's degree holder with admiration.

  Then, Yu Mei stopped her pen and asked expressionlessly: "Let's press a handprint now. If it's discovered in the future that you've deceived Master, this will be proof. Don't blame others at that time."

  "No, no!" Xia Zhu shook her head repeatedly and quickly pressed her fingerprint.

  "Alright, you're very good, come over here."

  Xia Zhu was overjoyed to hear the great amnesty, and he let out a sigh of relief as he ran to Minglan's side in small steps. The people below had gradually come to understand what was going on, some with pale faces, some with doubt, and others with discontent.

  Minglan ignored them, glanced at Lai Mama, then beckoned to a pretty girl. The girl had slender eyebrows and big eyes, a slim waist and full breasts, looking lively and charming with a few touches of beauty: "Ah... it's you, come here."

  The girl looked at the middle-aged woman beside her with a suspicious expression, then took a deep breath and stepped forward. Danju's warm smile filled his face as he pulled her to stand in front of him. The girl seemed to have a big temper and was not shy, her eyes frequently sizing up Minglan. Green Branch looked unhappy and walked over to pull open Danju, turning around to smile and say: "Madam, I've come to ask if this sister is doing well?"

  Minglan smiled and nodded, and then called Qin Sang beside her to go up and change with Rou Mei.

  The girl smiled and opened her mouth: "My name is Mingyue, I am..."

  "This name won't do!" Green Branch suddenly interrupted her, "This name clashes with the mistress's, go back and tell your parents to change it, get rid of the first character!"

  Mingyue's face turned red immediately, she looked back at the woman standing next to Laimama, her eyes seemed to be filled with discontent, but Qingzhi ignored her and continued asking questions.

  "How old is he this year?"

  "Fifteen and a half."

  "Is it born at home or bought outside?"

  "Born at home!" Mingyue said with some pride, "My mother is just a concubine, originally the accompanying wife of Old Lady Wu, my father is..."

  "Green Branch interrupted her again: 'Are they in this mansion?'"

  "Of course!" Mingyue proudly turned around and pointed, the old woman next to Laima and a middle-aged man behind her came forward, nodding and bowing.

  "You don't need to say anything else, they will naturally know when we ask them later." Green Branch said in a tone like a judge, "Are there any other people at home? Where are they now?"

  "There is." Mingyue gritted her teeth, "And an older sister and two older brothers. The older sister serves by Ling's side, the older brothers... for now, they haven't been assigned any tasks, waiting for the second master and mistress to give orders."

  Qin Sang's face was solemn as he recorded, while the green branch still had no expression: "So, you didn't bring your whole family with you? Alright, and what about you, have you ever been a servant before?"

  Mingyue De Yi said: "I was originally chosen to serve as a maid for Miss Hui..."

  "How many younger sisters?" Green Branch interrupted her, already quite used to it.

  Mingyue's face turned red with embarrassment: "Third... third rank; but I'm always by the young lady's side..."

  "How old were you when you entered the palace as an imperial concubine?"

  "Ten... thirteen years old; but I..."

  "You've only served for one or two years, when will you be promoted to third rank?"

  "...it was...half a year ago, but Master Rong often praised me..."

  "Do you know how to read?"

  "Know some..."

  "How much do you know? Speak clearly! Have you read the Three Character Classic? What about the Thousand Character Essay?"

  "... read half of the Three Character Classic, didn't finish the rest..." Mingyue looked at Qin Sang who was writing quickly in front of her, and also at Ru Mei whose face had turned red like pig's blood.

  "What kind of reward could she have received during this time? Money? Jewelry? Clothes?"

  "Really!" Mingyue's face turned red with excitement, "The old madam gave me many new clothes and told me to come and serve the second mistress and master well, and praised me..."

  "What punishment have you received? Scolding? A beating? For what reason!"

  "Absolutely not!"

  "Think it over carefully!" Lü Qi's voice was cold, "This is a matter of signing one's name, you made some small mistakes before, no big deal, after all, we've moved to a new place. But if you lie to the mistress as soon as you see her, then that would be unforgivable!"

  The bright moon was suddenly embarrassed, facing so many people, she turned her head to look at her mother several times, her face turned pale, and then she said in a mosquito-like soft voice: "I've only been scolded by my aunt a few times, because I damaged Miss Hui's things, nothing else..."

  "Alright!" Green Branch clapped her hands, indicating that the questioning was over.

  The bright moon's face looked very unsightly as she pressed her fingerprint, slowly backing away, with tears welling up in her eyes. She turned around and hugged her mother tightly, sobbing softly.

  Minglan nodded slightly, indicating her satisfaction. She had mentioned earlier that with so many people in the mansion, if each person were to tell a long story, they would likely be asking questions until midnight. Therefore, the purpose of this inquiry was to make things as clear and serious as possible, and personal histories should be made as clear as possible. Any sad or tragic past events could be omitted for now and asked about later if necessary.

  At this time, she glanced at the corner of her eye and saw a somewhat familiar figure standing on the edge of the hall. She lowered her head in thought, secretly amused.

  These two people asked, and the rest of the crowd understood Minglan's intention. Some were indifferent, some were furious, and others looked sneaky, with a buzz of whispers all around.

  Minglan looked around, satisfied, and stood up. The crowd immediately fell silent. With a hint of a smile, Minglan said: "You've all seen it, haven't you? Most of you will be used in the future, to use people, you must know your abilities, what kind of things have you done before, how did you do them? Only then can we say that each of you has shown off your talents, right?"

  After these words were spoken, most of the people gradually calmed down, and many even became more composed, especially Liao Yong's wife and several other women around her, who felt that this was more beneficial for them as outsiders.

  Liao Yong's wife stepped forward and loudly echoed, "Madam is absolutely right! This method is both convenient and clear. Madam didn't know us to begin with, so it's better to do it this way than to have us awkwardly try to figure things out through subtle questioning!"

  The people on Lai's mother's side looked ugly, but for a while they didn't dare to refute, and could only lower their heads and exchange glances.

  Minglan smiled slightly and stepped forward, standing above the crowd with a gentle tone: "After this matter is settled, I will arrange the personnel in the mansion. Before that, I want to say one thing. I think that the relationship between master and servant depends on the word 'sincerity'. In order for us to get along for a long time, we must respect each other. Therefore, I only hope that you all don't make mistakes, if anyone commits the crime of 'deception', my family will not dare to use them! This ugly talk, let's put it aside first."

  The young lady was elegant and beautiful, with a gentle and refined demeanor. She spoke slowly and elegantly, exuding a soft and harmonious aura, yet no one dared to underestimate her.

  Everyone in the mansion looked at each other, they had been thinking of taking charge and gaining power since they arrived here. Who would have thought that first they encountered a living Yama (king of hell) like Gu Tingyan, who scowled every day and wouldn't let them ask about anything? The old lady pressed him for answers twice, but he loudly and sternly said in front of everyone in the mansion that internal household matters should be arranged by the mistress of the house. But at that time, there was no mistress of the house yet?!

  So they waited and waited, finally waiting for Minglan to enter the house. Originally thinking that Minglan was young and ignorant of things, a new bride with a thin face, they several as old people in the Gu family, relying on the face of the Gu family's elders, could make it happen with a round of demands; who knew that Minglan hid in the house for two days before coming out, and when she came out, she didn't say how to assign tasks, but first came up with a 'investigation'!

  Lai's mother changed her face several times, finally couldn't help but step forward and loudly argued: "Madam has considered it very thoroughly, and of course, we must clearly interrogate the people who come from outside. However, we are old family members who have been taking care of the house for generations, why is this necessary? If Madam doesn't understand something, she can go ask Old Lady Tai, Fourth Old Lady, or Fifth Old Lady!"

  Minglan suppressed her smile, only gazing at her with a faint expression. Her eyes were cold and clear, but subtly contained a hint of chilliness. Lai Mama's forehead slowly broke out in sweat, she really couldn't understand how a young girl of just over ten years old could have such an intimidating presence!

  The hall was silent from top to bottom, and everyone was waiting to see what would happen next.

  Minglan stared at Lai Mama and said slowly: "Lai Mama, today you have already refuted me for the second time."

  Lai's mother immediately knelt down and trembled with fear, saying: "This old slave dare not, this old slave is just reminding the madam."

  Minglan said coldly: "I thought that when our elders sent you here, it was to help us, not to be my ancestors."

  Lai's mother wiped her sweat and repeatedly said: "I don't dare, I don't dare..."

  Minglan narrowed her eyes slightly, speaking slowly, with a hint of icy sweetness in her voice: "Mother Lai, when you scolded me this morning, what did I say to you?"

  Lai Mama looked up, her eyes shrinking slightly, stuttering and not daring to speak. Minglan smiled and added in a low voice: "Don't say you forgot, with such skills and such poor memory, it's better to go back and take care of your old age."

  "Mother-in-law had an inspiration and hastily said: 'Whatever Madam says... whatever Madam says, we will do it!'"

  Minglan smiled brightly, her dimples appearing and disappearing, her radiant beauty unmatched: "Thanks to Mom's good memory." Immediately after, she hid her smile and said lightly, "Next time, don't forget again."

  Lai's mother kept kowtowing and backed away, her whole body drenched in sweat.

  Minglan seemed a bit tired and lazily said: "Liao Yong's family, you say, who is the most respected and noble in this mansion?"

  "Of course, naturally it's Lao Ye." Liao Yong's wife hastily replied.

  "Then who am I?"

  Liao Yong's wife said loudly: "You are the mistress of this mansion!"

  "......Very well." Minglan's face showed a faint hint of fatigue, and she slowly sat down in the high-backed chair at the head of the table, sipping her tea lightly. "Those who can't remember this point are not worthy of being used in this household."

  Now, who dares to waste half a word, Danju and Lüshi are both overjoyed, with an exceptionally satisfied pride, even when looking at people, they have an air of superiority. Originally, they were worried that Minglan, as the daughter of a fourth-rank official, would be bullied in such a high-ranking household, looked down upon by others, which made them anxious as well.

  Who would have thought that Minglan's heart was as hard as iron and stone, not fearing anything, her expression calm and composed, with a light smile and gentle rebuke. She didn't even raise her temper or say more than half a sentence, yet she dominated the scene - they couldn't help but shine their eyes in admiration.

  Everyone retreated one by one to answer questions, and the hall outside gradually emptied out. Minglan was left with Xiaotao and Xiazhu serving her, plus a few accountants who had just been summoned, as well as several running servants standing by.

  Minglan lazily sat on the chair, turned her head and softly said: "Mr. Gong Sun, have you seen enough?"

  A middle-aged man in a green robe, who had been standing in the corner of the hall, came out with a smile and walked to Minglan's side, bowing his head slightly and saying: "The mad scholar is being rude, please accept my greetings, madam."

  Minglan stood up and adjusted her sleeves, respectfully returning the courtesy, then invited Gong Sun Bai Shi to take a seat in the first row.

  "Madam, why is this so?" Gong Sun Baishi held up his tea cup, a sly smile spreading across his face. "I thought you were going to assign tasks today."

  Minglan looked at him for a while before slowly saying, "I heard a small story when I was young. In ancient times, there was an emperor who wasn't too muddle-headed, but he had a group of extremely foolish and treacherous officials. The emperor simply wanted to choose two beautiful women, but his subordinates launched a nationwide search for beauties, causing widespread discontent among the people; the emperor simply wanted to build a small garden, but his subordinates extorted silver and money from all over the country, making the people miserable... In just a few years, the country was destroyed; when that emperor was beheaded, he still felt wronged."

  Gongsun Baishi looked at Minglan with great interest, waiting for her to continue. Minglan went on: "From ancient times to the present, many things have gone wrong because of the four words 'using people improperly'. The top says east, but the bottom does west. Therefore, in order to manage affairs, one must first govern people; no matter what the affair, if there is no trustworthy and suitable person to do it, even the best plans are useless!"

  Ming Lan turned her head to look outside the hall, with a leisurely expression: "If you want to use them, at least you should know what kind of people they are." Managing an enterprise requires a detailed and accurate personnel file; besides, if they dared to lie, she would have an excuse to drive them away.

  Gongsun Baishi's expression gradually became solemn, and he quietly looked at Minglan for a while before respectfully bowing his head and saying in a low voice: "Congratulations to the Commander on marrying such an excellent wife."

  This chapter counts as 19, everyone can rest assured.