Jia Liu, the general manager of the foreign commission, knew that the duties and powers were always the same as the boss, but the boss was always the seventh rank, and the eighth general manager of the foreign commission was only the ninth rank.

"Congratulations to Brother Cao!"

"Rejoice together and rejoice together."

"..."

After chatting for a while, Jia Liu began to inquire about the military situation on the front line.

In fact, Cao Dahua had only been transferred from Shaanxi a few months ago, and he had been working behind the scenes transporting baggage, so he didn't know much about the specific situation on the front line.

But he talked about some things that Jia Liu didn't know.

For example, the three-pronged army formed by the imperial court failed to make much progress this year. I heard that a few days ago, they suffered a defeat at the gatekeeper Galla Mountain in Dajinchuan, losing hundreds of people.

"I heard that Wen Zhongtang was anxious and personally led the army up. It seems that the camp was set up in Muguomu..."

The two of them chatted like this, and the people in front of them were called in from time to time. When they came out, they were all holding their new official uniforms, and they were all beaming with joy.

This made Jia Liu feel happy.

Finally, after another half an hour, his name was called from the room.

"Han Army Zhenglan Banner, Jia Dong Pavilion!"

"exist!"

After suppressing the excitement in his heart, Jia Liu stepped up the steps with vigorous and steady steps and entered the door leading to the political arena of the Qing Dynasty.

The space in the house is actually very large, with seven or eight tables lined up in front and back. There are a number of files stacked on each table, and several clerks and clerks are busy working there.

"This way,"

A person who looked like the foreman stretched out his hand to call Jia Liu over and asked him to show his identity certificate. After checking Jia Liu's Zhenglan Banner Butha waist badge, the person posted another copy from the table.

I looked up the name of Jia Liu in the list of disciples of the Tang Dynasty submitted by the Eight Banners of the Han Army, and then began to ask the names of several generations of Jia Liu's ancestors. After all the names were correct, I wrote on a blank letter of appointment (official certificate).

.

What is professionalism?

This is.

The letter of appointment was made in four copies, with one copy sent to Jia Liu to the place where he was appointed; one copy kept at the Governor's Yamen; one copy sent to Beijing and handed over to the Ministry of War; and one copy sent to Jia Liu's Zhenglan Banner Dutong Yamen of the Han Army.

After finishing writing, Na Bi Tie Shi raised his head and looked at Jia Liu carefully for a moment, and then started to write the facial features in the lower right corner of each letter of appointment, including whether he had any hemorrhoids on his face, and even a few of them were written on.

It looks very complicated.

However, Jia Liu gained strength.

Otherwise, how could it appear that his position was hard-earned?

Finally, after all the archival documents were completed, Jia Liu was asked to see if his letter of appointment was correct.

Jia Liu quickly stepped forward and took a closer look. He saw that it was actually a ninth-grade blue feather.

That heart was as warm as if it had been ironed.

Just when he was about to reach out and take the one that belonged to him, the writing style tapped twice on the table.

Ah, I understand, I understand!

Jia Liu quickly took out another prepared red envelope from his pocket and placed it on the table.

I opened the "drawer" like a pen and threw the red envelope in without looking at it. There were more than ten packages inside.

After giving the official certificate to Jia Liu, he gestured to him to go to the back to receive the official uniform, official hat, official boots and the blue-feathered waist badge.

back door?

Only then did Jia Liu notice that there were two doors in this house. He hurriedly went out from the other door, but it was a small alley.

The alley leads to both ends.

Which end?

Just as Jia Liu was about to go back and ask, Xi Tou stuck out his chubby head and stretched out his hand to greet him with a happy face: "Sir, this way, this way!"

"Why!"

The shout of "Sir" made Jia six times more comfortable and he hurried over.

When we reached the end, we discovered that it was a small square with a few temporary sheds erected on it.

In the shed, all kinds of official uniforms were piled everywhere. Some of them looked very new, as if they had just been taken from a tailor shop.

This made Jia Liu a little confused, but he quickly adapted.

The governor of Sichuan is selling off his officials, but it will be useless if he doesn't prepare enough supplies.

"Sir, please show me your official credentials so that the young ones can prepare them for you!"

The fat man in charge made Jia Liu come back to his senses and quickly showed his official credentials. After seeing it, the fat man shouted to the back: "One of the ninth-grade Lan Ling chiefs!"

"okay!"

With the operation of the assembly line, Jia Liu's official uniforms, official hats, and official boots were found from different places, and placed one by one on the long table in front of him.

It's casual, but as long as it's genuine, it's fine.

Looking at the brand new official hat and uniform, Jia Liu felt that all the grievances he had suffered these days were worth it.

Just as he was about to reach out, a big hand stepped ahead of him.

The singing started.

"Congratulations on your good fortune, your great success. Congratulations on your advancement. Congratulations on your advancement. Congratulations on your success in everything and your financial resources..."
Chapter completed!