According to Agriculture Kewei, this situation is due to objective reasons; the August task targets were not met, and they hope the September targets can be reduced accordingly. After all, crops cannot continue to grow in the lodged and flooded farmland, and if the original task targets are met, the Agriculture Department will definitely suffer losses this year.
The other section chiefs also expressed their agreement with Weike's opinion. Only Koko said something unrelated, that agriculture is very important, and that every turmoil in the human world in the past was caused by poor harvests, so the agricultural section must fully recognize the importance of its mission, and so on.
Ke Ke was indeed a capable leader. His speech, which ranged from the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors to the present day, recounted historical facts and was like giving everyone a history lesson. After listening to his words, people felt that not having food to eat could indeed cause chaos in the world, and the atmosphere in the meeting room changed immediately.
Next, Lü Xian coughed lightly, about to speak, when Wei Cai, while pouring tea, whispered something in Lü Xian's ear. It turned out that Ke Ke's speech had taken too long, and it was already time for the afternoon meeting to end.
Wei Cai's eyes were filled with affection; she was already impatient.
However, Lü Xian was a career-oriented leader. Her emotions had just begun to build when Wei Cai interrupted her, which made her very dissatisfied. Besides, she had already had that kind of relationship with Wei Cai, so what was the big deal about the meeting being delayed a little?
No matter how much he was mistreated behind his back, Lü Xian was still very conscious of his leadership image in public. He glared at Wei Cai, stroked his long beard, ignored Wei Cai's opinion, and began to speak.
"Everyone heard what Keke said, right? It's very thought-provoking! Ensuring favorable weather and abundant harvests in the human world is a political task for our office! This task cannot be shirked or negotiated in any way! No objective reason can be used as an excuse..."
Hearing Lü Xian's impassioned speech, Wei Ke's face immediately fell. Wei Cai pinched Lü Xian hard from behind, stormed off the stage, and left the conference room without even pouring tea for the immortals below.
Now Wei Cai didn't try to hide it from people anymore, and many people saw what Wei Cai was doing behind Lü Xian. Lü Xian's delicate willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed instantly, but quickly relaxed again. He then launched into a long discourse on agricultural issues.
No matter how you look at it, mindset is crucial. The agricultural department still hasn't grasped the importance of their work. When problems arise, they blame external factors—but if everything is objective, where does their subjective perspective go? Difficulties are like springs; the weaker you are, the stronger they become!
In my own office, I can't let springs get the upper hand!
Lu Xian chattered excitedly, and finally summarized that the agricultural department's tasks not only could not be reduced, but should be increased by another 5 percentage points according to the plan at the beginning of the year. Wei Ke sat there, his face as black as the bottom of a pot. His efforts for this year had been in vain, but he dared not utter another word in protest.
Amid thunderous applause, the afternoon meeting came to an end. It was almost 7 p.m., and the group of immortals simply didn't leave the meeting room. After all, they had to continue the meeting at 8 p.m., and there was no point in wasting time going back and forth. Anyway, they were all immortals, so skipping dinner was fine.
However, Lü Xian still left in a hurry. Everyone knew that the leader must have gone to comfort Xiao Cai. They smiled mysteriously at each other and chatted about trivial matters. Luan Chu, on the other hand, went around to the last row and plopped down next to Wang Yao.
"I've been wanting to find you for a while now. Um, it seems like Lü Xian has a lot of prejudice against you. You'll have to think of something." Luan Chu whispered to Wang Yao.
If Luan Chu had said this to him yesterday morning, Wang Yao would have actually thanked him. But now that he had been punished with 500 merits, which had been returned and he had even been rewarded with an additional 100, Luan Chu's words now were like farting. Wang Yao found them extremely tiresome.
“I’ve read your daily report, there’s nothing wrong with it. I don’t know why Lü Xian is so popular…” Luan Chu was still oblivious, muttering to herself.
"Who is that person?" Wang Yao pointed to the door of the conference room, where a man in a suit and tie squeezed in with a strange expression.
“Zhu Gu, could you please take a look at my son’s poem? Do you think it’s good enough to publish a comment on it in the Heavenly Poetry Journal?” Cui Runiu was still trying to persuade Zhu Gu to write a commentary on his son’s poem.
"Old Cui, don't bother with me. Wang Gu is free, why don't you go talk to him?"
Zhu Gu looked disgusted.
"Isn't it because you're more famous in Heaven than that Wang Gu? Think about my son, he writes poetry every day at such a young age, isn't he also a talent in Heaven? Once he becomes famous, he's contributing to the cultural development of Heaven, and you, Zhu Gu, will become a talent scout, won't you?"
Cui Gu is still there, chattering on and on, relentlessly persisting.
"Old Cui, to tell you the truth, I recently watched a few variety shows from the human world, and I found that, just like that Luan Gu said, your son is writing lyrics for popular songs from the human world. Look, you are the most beautiful cloud on the horizon, how can I keep you here with all my heart..."
“Last night I watched a documentary about square dancing in the human world, and the lyrics in it were written by your son. I’m telling you, Cui, we’re both from the human world office, you really don’t know? You think I’m just lying to you because you think I’m always buried in old books?” Zhu said angrily.
"I...this...how could I dare to lie to you? Besides, those immortals in the celestial realm, who would know what songs are sung in the mortal realm? Look at this one, it laughs at us for wasting our efforts, chasing after the beauty of a mirage. Look how well this poem is written, it brought tears to my eyes..."
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