Wei Yao's words were too obviously a case of using public office for private gain, and Zheng Quchi was so embarrassed that he started digging his toes into the ground.
Hey, can you guys stop acting like your own child has been bullied and you're secretly trying to stand up for her and get justice for her?
Although she looks weak and vulnerable, not everyone can step on her. She just doesn't care and feels more comfortable and relaxed standing on the sidelines.
The craftsmen present looked bewildered and envious, thinking "this kid is really lucky," but didn't deliberately suspect anything else.
If the general hadn't asked a question out of curiosity, discovering that there was an extra craftswoman in the artisan guild, and then realized that she was so short that she was completely hidden by the crowd, not even a single hair could be seen...
I doubt that the guards later "kindly" moved her to a more forward position.
They knew perfectly well that this first-class craftsman named Aqing had been forced into their craftsman corps through the connection with Wei Jinwei, the guard officer.
It's shameful to rely on connections.
Those who use connections are despicable.
The positions where the craftsmen stood were a tacit agreement formed automatically by everyone, not a rule, so they felt resentful and dissatisfied, but could not utter a word to refute it.
The car-making group, on the other hand, were extremely happy to see that Aqing had not only been carried up from behind by the general and his men, but had also been placed in such a prominent and forward position.
In this way, although they weren't standing together, at least they were close enough to see each other.
With so many people paying attention to her, Zheng Quchi hesitated. Should she step on this step or not?
Yuwen Sheng tilted his head, his white glove brushing against his bright red lips, and chuckled softly, teasingly saying, "What's wrong? This newcomer named A Qing, does this general have to personally invite you forward before you'll move an inch?"
Zheng Quchi suddenly looked up.
Didn't we agree not to reveal our relationship? What are you doing?!
Has it been exposed?
No, I don't think so.
He still smiled innocently, but Zheng Quchi knew that he meant what he said, so she no longer hesitated: "This humble one dares not."
She perked up and strode forward with her head held high. The moment she moved, people treated her like a plague, quickly making way for her. In the end, she found herself standing alone in a row...
Her eyes darted around, glancing left and right.
It's completely bare.
All alone.
No one wanted to be in the front row with her, so her position made her the unwitting "leader".
Tch, this isn't even as good as the original spot.
Zheng Quchi's lips twitched as he silently complained.
Wei Yao understood her little expression all too well and chuckled to herself, while Fu Rong gave her a pitiful look that said "good luck to you." Wang Zebang still had that indifferent expression, not wanting to get involved in this matter.
Yuwen Sheng rested his chin on his hand, watching Zheng Quchi's frustrated expression of anger that he dared not speak out, as if enjoying himself immensely.
I don't know when it started, but she often smiled in front of him.
But he wasn't blind; he could tell that it was obviously fake, with no genuine feelings mixed in.
He liked her as she was, whether she was happy, surprised, annoyed, frustrated, or even occasionally annoyed and avoiding him. He felt that she was more beautiful than a perfunctory smile.
Wang Zebang stepped forward and began to announce: "Let's begin. Turn over the cards in your hands. There are numbers on the back for you. In a moment, I will call people up to the platform in order."
Upon hearing this, the artisan group quickly put aside their other thoughts, turned over the voting plaques in their hands, and immediately some were overjoyed while others were worried.
The first one to go on stage is definitely the most nervous.
Those who are unprepared are definitely the most worried.
Those who have confidence naturally have expectations.
One of the craftsmen asked, "May I ask, Lieutenant Wang, if these are all one team, when their numbers are called, do they all go up together, or is one person sent up as a representative?"
Wang Zebang said coldly, "We can go together, and you can send a representative."
Does this mean we should just go with them?
"Oh, thank you, Lieutenant Wang, we understand."
Seeing that no one raised any questions, Wang Zebang said, "Now, those whose numbers are called, come up on stage."
"Number One".
"arrive."
A burly man with a slanted bun and a square face, holding the number one card, nervously reached out. He wiped the sweat from his brow and hurriedly called over two menial soldiers to help carry a square table.
In a world where round tables are the norm for dining, he brought out a square table. Whether it's innovative or not is another matter, but what's the meaning of the four round lumps carved on it?
Standing on the platform, the big man looked left and right, unsure of where to stand or which direction to face when giving his presentation.
Wang Zebang sighed speechlessly: "The voters are craftsmen, why don't you introduce your woodenware to them?"
"Oh, oh." The big man understood. He walked to the table: "This is a longevity table, I specially made it for bringing good fortune and longevity. Uh, everyone can take a look, there's a peach on each of its four corners. These four peaches are not simple; they can be opened to reveal things inside. And its four legs aren't straight, but curved, it's all about..."
After he finished explaining, the others felt listless and lost all interest.
Wang Zebang announced the voting results.
One vote.
This vote must have been purely out of friendship, otherwise, it would have been too embarrassing for someone with zero points to win.
Although this seven-foot-tall man was indeed almost in tears when he left the stage.
"Number Two."
When number two came on stage, he asked, "We are a pair of wooden craft performers. I am number two, and my partner is number fourteen. Can we come on stage together?"
"Can."
The laborers were mobilized again to carry the exhibits onto a display stand that was about twenty centimeters high. It was an exquisite cabinet, about half a person's height and about two arm's length long.
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