Chen Jinjun looked at Huo Tingyu curiously, not knowing why he suddenly looked for reasons from himself, so he shook his head at him: "This is not the commander's problem. The commander has to do too many things every day and has no experience in this area.
It’s inevitable that I didn’t think about it for a moment. It’s great that the commander-in-chief can understand my intention of doing this.”
Huo Tingyu nodded and looked Chen Jinjun up and down: "My boss is... going out?"
Chen Jinjun looked matter-of-fact: "I'll have someone wait for me in front of the government office with a formal presentation. I'll go to the government office today to apply for the construction documents so that the theater building can be built quickly. If it is built early, the principal can be recovered early."
Huo Tingyu was amused by her money-obsessed look, and couldn't help teasing Chen Jinjun: "Does the boss regret investing so much money?"
Chen Jinjun glared at Huo Tingyu angrily: "I don't regret it now. I'm just afraid that I won't be able to earn more money by then. I wasted time for no reason and didn't earn more money. That's what really makes me regret it."
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Huo Tingyu nodded: "I was just joking. Aren't you going to the government? Let's go?"
Chen Jinjun, the author, and Marshal Huo Tingyu arrived at the government office in a special car.
When she got out of the car, she saw Miao Yu standing next to the carriage, followed by Miao Shi'an and some disciples.
He was very strange. It was not that he had never attended a gathering of the Chen family's shopkeepers, and he had never seen this old man before.
He thought again of the old friends Chen Jinjun mentioned yesterday. It seemed that these people were Chen Jinjun's old friends who came from the capital.
Huo Tingyu quietly walked forward and stood next to Chen Jinjun: "Shall we go in?"
Chen Jinjun nodded, and Miao Yu immediately signaled Miao Shi'an and his apprentices to move the pattern in.
Huo Tingyu saw this formation for the first time and looked at Chen Jinjun with questioning eyes.
Chen Jinjun scratched his head: "These are the Miao family from the capital. Is this the first time that the commander has met the style?"
Huo Tingyu nodded: "There is no need for style when building a house in Yongzhou."
"If you are building an ordinary residential house, you don't need a style. But if you are building a theater, it is really difficult to start without a style." Chen Jinjun explained to Huo Tingyu.
"I heard that the royal family only used these styles to build palaces and temples. What, the boss wants to make a big fortune in my Yongzhou state?" Huo Tingyu guessed early on that Chen Jinjun could not simply build a theater.
But I didn't expect that she was so well prepared.
Chen Jinjun raised his chin confidently: "If you build a theater just to rescue refugees, it is a temporary measure. It has no benefit except reputation. But since I, Chen Jinjun, want to do this, then I must do my best.
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She looked at the road ahead, her eyes particularly firm, with the fire of ambition: "In my theater, Chen Jinjun, I must let famous actors from all over the world rush to come here to sing, and let all the theater troupes be able to board my theater."
Chen Jinjun is honored by being on the stage of this big theater."
Huo Tingyu looked at Chen Jinjun's profile and felt that she was particularly radiant when she said these words.
Especially the flash of fire in her eyes, even he himself was infected, and he wished he could expand his army immediately.
Huo Tingyu followed Chen Jinjun to the place where the construction documents were signed.
Miao Yu gave an order, and Miao Shi'an led the Miao family's disciples to assemble the style of the theater, just like they did in the Chen Mansion yesterday, but it was even faster.
When the officials present saw the pattern on the ground, they all put down their work and came to watch.
This is the craftsmanship of the fifth generation descendant of Shishi Miao who can rival Shishi Lei, and it is also the work of all his hard work. Miao Yu watched the group of officials attracted their attention by his masterpiece, and some even expressed admiration. He couldn't help but
He couldn't help but straighten his chest, and even the dark wood pipe in his hand took on a bit of brilliance.
Huo Tingyu looked at the gorgeous theater building and the layout of the surrounding streets, and whispered to Chen Jinjun: "I was a little skeptical just now, but now it seems that the owner is really going to make a big deal."
Chen Jinjun raised his eyebrows proudly: "The Chen family can run a small business that is as low as ordinary people, so naturally they can also run a theater and garden that appeals to both refined and popular tastes."
With that said, Chen Jinjun took the special approval document handed over by the official, signed and stamped it, and waved it in front of Huo Tingyu: "Commander, please don't forget to recruit workers for me."
Then Miao Yu, as the chief designer and chief engineer of the theater, signed and stamped Chen Jinjun's name.
His big hands covered with lines, like dry tree bark, picked up these thin pages and handed them into the hands of the officials. He swallowed nervously and expectantly.
He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had completely handled an entire project, but this time, he was ready to use all he had learned throughout his life, just to be able to complete his masterpiece.
Huo Tingyu's eyes were attracted by Miao Yu's hands. He could see that they were the hands of a craftsman. Every trace on them was his work and the archive of his life.
He couldn't help but look at Chen Jinjun's back.
Such a capable and wise woman is truly rare in the world.
The process of applying for the documents to start construction was very fast. The horses pulling the carriage that were approaching the gate of the government office had not even eaten two mouthfuls of food, so they had to take everyone from the Miao family back to the Chen Mansion.
Chen Jinjun looked at Huo Tingyu: "Why, is there something wrong with the commander keeping me here?"
Her slightly narrowed eyes seemed to have thousands of strands of threads, densely wrapped around Huo Tingyu's heart.
Huo Tingyu's tongue passed across the gap between his pursed lips, and his eyes darkened.
"I just sent someone to call Ji Li in the back mountain. After a while, he will take the people and we will go outside the city to select some refugees."
He tried his best to keep his eyes open and honest, but the eyes were the most direct windows to the soul, and he could not suppress the throbbing in his heart no matter what.
Chen Jinjun didn't expect Huo Tingyu to be so concerned about this matter. He raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Okay."
Huo Tingyu immediately called the adjutant: "Go outside the city and ask the master to write a few copies of the recruitment policy prepared before and post it outside the city wall."
The adjutant nodded and immediately ran out to handle the matter.
Chen Jinjun leaned on the sofa and held his chin: "It's good to be a commander. You can tell the people below to do anything. We small businessmen and hawkers will tire out two horses just to do a business."
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Huo Tingyu glanced at Chen Jinjun: "Will my boss still have such troubles?"
Chen Jinjun said matter-of-factly: "Of course, we are a small business and cannot compare to the big boss. One thing affects thousands of people in Yongzhou."
Even though Chen Jinjun said this, Huo Tingyu didn't believe the bitterness in her words at all. He lowered his head and smiled, and continued to look at the document in his hand.
Chen Jinjun also picked up the newspapers and periodicals on the table with ease and started reading them by himself.