Liu's mother was angry and said, "You, don't you brag about knowing astronomy and geography? Why don't you even know the supervision of our province? It's fine if we women can't recognize it. You are a proofreader in the newspaper office, so why can't you recognize Mount Tai?"

Liu Cunren said: "Madam, please calm down. Not to mention that the Jiangdong Times has never published the jade photos Chen Supervisor. Even the few photos I came into contact with were all before he had a beard. Today he came to me in vain and was so low-key and gentle, how could I recognize ***?"

Liu's mother said angrily: "It's fine if you can't recognize it, but you're still talking nonsense in front of others. Now, you'll have to smash Ting'er's job. We all drink the northwest wind."

Liu Cunren sighed: "It's over now, it's too late to say anything. I think Supervisor Chen is not like a person with a narrow mind. Maybe our family is in a good mood, and it's unknown whether it's time to do it."

"Dreams you" Liu's mother went out to take care of her child angrily

The Liu family spent the night in anxiety. The next morning, Liu Ting went to work as usual. Liu Cunren was about to take a paper pen to the door of the post office to write a letter. Recently, he found that the business there was pretty good, and he could get three or five cents a day.

Just as they were about to go out, a few printing workers from the Jiangdong Times got off the night shift and came to visit Liu Cunren. Everyone sat in one place and sighed for a long time, complaining that the boss was not humane and felt that the world was difficult to get through. Finally, they took out an envelope and said, "This is what everyone can get together. Lao Liu, don't dislike him, take it first, what are the ways you have? We will pay attention to you."

Liu Cunren is very grateful. His colleagues are not well paid and he helps him. He is really kind-hearted.

The workers were about to say goodbye, but suddenly someone knocked on the door. Liu Cunren asked the child to open the gate. The one who came in was a well-dressed middle-aged man. He followed two followers and handed over the business card politely, introducing himself that he was Gu Moumou, the secretary-general of the Secretariat of the Supervisory Office. Then he took out a red hot-hot card from his arms with a smile on his face and said, "Mr. Liu, congratulations."

Liu Cunren was startled and hesitated: "This, this, where do you start?"

Secretary-General Gu said: "You were hired as the chief clerk of the Secretariat of the Supervisory Office, but the talent Chen appointed. The future is limitless. When you are developing, don't forget your brothers."

Liu Cunren was stunned. A sentence that comforted his family yesterday turned out to be true. The Liu family time has come to work. The chief clerk of the Supervisory Office sounds so grand. In the former Qing Dynasty, it is the governor's yamen. Those seventh-rank county magistrates outside have to say hello when they see it, and respectfully call him Mr.

Printers looked at each other, what luck did Old Liu have? He became an official

Liu Cunren received the letter of appointment and hurriedly asked Secretary-General Gu to come into the house to talk. The workers left with great scrupulousness, and the children at home were all out to play obediently.

Secretary-General Gu looked at the elegance and flying pictures on the wall with interest and said, "Did you write these?"

"Yes, I'm idle, I like to write two words, which makes you laugh," Liu Cunren said carefully.

"This is not something that can be practiced in ten or twenty years of kung fu." The Secretary-General is a person who knows the goods

Liu Cunren said: "To be honest, I started practicing calligraphy at the age of three." When talking about calligraphy, Liu Cunren was still quite proud.

"Yes, how is the small calligraphy written?" Secretary-General Gu asked again

Liu Cunren had already realized something and didn't say anything. He immediately spread the rice paper, chose a lake pen from the pen holder, polished Hui ink, and wrote a picture of Zhuge Liang's "Memorial to the Master". The fly-headed small calligraphy was extremely neat, as if it was printed on it.

"Secretary-General Gu, I can write some of the real cursive, official and seal scripts, oracle bone inscriptions, bronze inscriptions, and Han bamboo slips." Liu Cunren spread out another piece of paper and wanted to write a gesture.

Secretary-General Gu smiled: "No need, the supervisor said that Mr. Liu's calligraphy is excellent. I also want to appreciate it. It is true that it is well-known. It is like this. Our secretariat lacks a writing document and notice to supervise the issuance. Someone must write it first and then let the craftsmen carve it into a template. Your ability is more than enough."

Sure enough, Liu Cunren breathed a sigh of relief. At the dinner table yesterday, he talked a lot about political and military opinions, but they were all talking about it on paper. If he supervised and hired him as an aide and gave advice on military affairs, he would have been blind. Fortunately, he was a writer, and he was in line with his intentions.

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The Secretariat of the Supervisory Office made a personnel adjustment and added a chief clerk Liu Cunren, who was responsible for copying official documents, carving wax paper, and writing letters. Not only was the job easy, but he could also buy all kinds of pens, inks, papers and inkstones that he had been greedy but could not afford. The most important thing was that his salary was not low, and he was thirty years old every month.

Liu Ting, a former archives clerk, was transferred to Chen Zikun's private secretary, who was specially used to supervise one person. His desk was located next to the Dashuai's signing room. For a moment, rumors spread in the office. Everyone became polite when they saw Xiao Liu, which made Liu Ting feel very unnatural.

Zheng Zeru, who was in the cottage, was also promoted. Chen Zikun sent him to the provincial government to be an agricultural specialist, responsible for the specific work of government implementation, and Mai Ping was also transferred together, but his position did not change and he was still a low-level clerk.

Jiangdong politics is a political and economic measure carried out by Chen Zikun in rural Jiangdong by imitating Shanxi's experience. He did not spend much effort and directly copied Yan Xishan's "six politics" and the "three things" are prohibited from leaving braids, foot binding, opium sucking, water conservancy, planting trees, raising sericulture; afforestation, cotton, and animal husbandry

At the same time, the village system was rectified, villagers' meetings were held, village model was sorted out, village agreements were signed, mobile courts were established, and migrant armed forces were compiled

These political measures are not appropriate to issue them in the name of military supervision, so Chen Zikun specially established an agricultural specialist, personally served as the chief supervisor, recruited dozens of college students as agricultural specialists, and each county sent one and a class of guards to allow these energetic and over-zealous young people to go to the vast rural world to make a lot of effort

The Agricultural Specialty and the Supervisory Office jointly operated the office, and ordered it from the Office, and copied it into large characters by Liu Cunren of the Secretariat, handed it to the stonemason to carve it into a template, printed 100,000 copies, and sent it to various parts of Jiangdong. The agricultural specialists also went to the countryside to publicize the law, and were very busy.

Chen Zikun gave an instruction to plant sycamore trees in the provincial capital, and French sycamore trees must be carried on both sides of the main roads. The provincial government will allocate funds to the provincial capital to provide free education. Not only are books free, but there is also an extra meal every day.

In addition, Chuntian Foreign Trade Company also imported 500 merino breeding sheep from Australia, set up a model ranch in the provincial capital, cultivated excellent species, and then promoted it to the whole province after breeding.

At the same time, the Huaijiang Newspaper run by Ruan Mingchuan is also in full swing. The Fengtian army implements news control, and Beijing newspapers have stopped publication one after another. The reporters and editors have no way out and have to go south to make a living. Some people went to Shanghai, some people went to Guangzhou, and some old acquaintances from Beijing Newspapers came to Jiangdong at the invitation of Ruan Mingchuan.

When these old newspapermen run newspapers, the efficiency and level are not hyped. The depth and breadth of the article are not comparable to those of the Jiangdong Daily. The newspaper is located in the bustling area of ​​the provincial capital. When it was opened, Chen Dashuai personally went to cut the ribbon. Shi Liangcai, the boss who applied for Shanghai, also came to support him. The printing machine uses Heidelberg imported from Germany, and the white newspapers are also imported from Canada. Regardless of software and hardware, they are the strongest in China.

The sales volume of Huaijiang News on the first day exceeded 10,000 yuan, and it had to be temporarily printed. Sales volume of over 10,000 yuan is nothing for declaration, but it is an unprecedented event for Jiangdong Provincial Capital. You must know that Jiangdong Times has been working hard for ten years, and only has a daily sales volume of 8,000 copies.

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The north is still fighting, the Fengtian army and Wu Peifu's army attacked the National Army at Nankou, and the south is also fighting, the Northern Expedition Army has captured Hunan, and Jiangdong Province is located in the Central Plains. It is temporarily calm, but it is just the last tranquility before the storm.

In the summer, the Jiangdong Provincial Supervisory Office welcomed a mysterious guest from the south. He was thin and had a Guangdong accent and asked to meet Chen Dashuai. Chen Zikun met him in the signing room.

"Marrior Chen, please repel the left and right." The man glanced at Yan Su and Zhao Yufeng who were on the side.

Chen Zikun said: "Chen has always been open-minded and does not avoid others in his work."

The man said: "In Shimodajiyama, he is the personal representative of Mr. Wang Zhaoming, Chairman of the National Civil Affairs fu. A handwritten letter from Mr. You is transferred to the supervision."

As he said that, he took out a letter and wanted to go forward

"Stand there" Zhao Yufeng stopped him, stepped forward to take the letter, checked it before putting it in front of Chen Zikun.

Chen Zikun opened the letter paper at a glance. The letter was written by Wang Zhaoming, with thousands of words. He first remembered Mr. Sun Wen, and then reminisced about the past. When Mr. Chen died in Beijing last year, he said that he was deeply impressed by him and was very good. Finally, he fully affirmed Chen Zikun's recent revolutionary words and deeds and praised him as an excellent Kuomintang member.

Seeing that Chen Zikun had read the letter, Tian Cishan said: "Chairman Wang has a secret order for Chen to supervise it."

Chen Zikun asked in confusion: "What do you mean by this? I am the Military Affairs Supervisor of Jiangdong Province, and I am not from your National Civil Affairs. How did Chairman Wang give the order?"

Tian Jishan said a little unhappy: "Are you a member of the Kuomintang?"

Chen Zikun said seriously: "I am the first Prime Minister's Guard, so I am naturally a party member."

Tian Cishan said: "Chairman Wang is the chairman of the Kuomintang. Isn't it possible to order the party members as the respect of the chairman?"

Chen Zikun smiled: "Of course, come it."

Zhao Yufeng stepped forward to take the secret order. Chen Zikun glanced at him and said, "I am sorry that I can't obey my order."

Tajiyama said, "Oh? But why?"

Chen Zikun said: "Although I broke with Beijing, I have never admitted that Guangzhou's political affairs are orthodox. Chairman Wang can naturally ignore the orders given by Chairman Wang."

Tian Jishan said: "But you just admitted that you are a member of the Kuomintang."

Chen Zikun said: "Yes, but the country and the party are not the same thing. One code is one code. You can ask me to pay the party dues, and you can vote for it. But if you ask me to mobilize the army as the Jiangdong Supervisor, I can't do it."
Chapter completed!