Chi Xia was stunned for a moment: "Putting aside Qin Zhao's personality, he would absolutely never agree. Even if he did agree, who would do his job if he took yours?"
Is his job difficult?
Han Junche snorted: "This guy is incredibly lazy. From the first day he took the job, he started training his subordinates. Although he's now in charge of all the high-level infected, he's just a coordinator. He assigns tasks to his subordinates and only checks them out himself at the end. What's so difficult about his job!"
Chi Xia blinked: "But as the highest ruler, his job should be to make overall arrangements and strictly control things. If he has to do everything himself, even if he had Nezha's three heads and six arms, he still wouldn't be able to handle it."
Han Junche looked at Chi Xia, his brows furrowing deeply.
Chi Xia was defending Qin Zhao and speaking up for him, wasn't she right?
Oh right, how could he forget? When feelings fade, it's easy to fall for someone else and have an extramarital affair.
As for Qin Zhao, he's always had his own ambitions, though he's never expressed them. He's only restrained himself out of brotherhood and because he knows there's no hope. But if he knew there was an opportunity...
Han Junche felt that if things continued like this, he could send himself a song called "Green Light".
You can also feed the cows, horses, and sheep on your head.
"Didn't you say you wanted to live in seclusion?" Han Junche looked at Chi Xia. "Let's quit our jobs and go live in seclusion?"
Chi Xia raised her hand and touched his forehead: "You don't have a fever. Why do you want to quit one minute and go into seclusion the next?"
"Okay, even if we're going to live in seclusion, what will we eat? What will we wear? What will we use?"
Chi Xia removed her hand and looked at him like he was an idiot: "Before, it was the apocalypse, and we could find our own resources and supplies. We also had Jerry and Zhang Xin. Even if we went into seclusion, we would still be a group of people living happily together. It was a paradise. If it's just the two of us going into seclusion, I think we'll be begging for food very soon."
To prove her point, Chi Xia asked again, "A-Che, do you know how to farm? Do you know how to raise cattle and sheep? Do you know what to plant in which season, and how to shear wool when it gets too long?"
For the first time, Han Junche clearly felt that he was very useless.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down: "Then bring Jerry along."
“Jerry is now in charge of agriculture and animal husbandry. He’s become an expert in the field, and everyone is counting on him.”
Chi Xia looked at him disapprovingly: "Besides, we're going into seclusion to escape the hustle and bustle and enjoy our time together. If you invite Jerry along, he might go for my sake, but he'll be all alone for the rest of his life. Can you bear to do that?"
Han Junche really wanted to say something, but he held back.
But seeing Chi Xia's resentful gaze, he silently swallowed his words and remained silent.
At this moment, Chi Xia finally realized that something was wrong with this person. He was usually a workaholic, but today he was thinking about going into seclusion, and he wasn't just talking about it.
Chi Xia met his eyes: "What's wrong, A-Che? Is work not going well?"
"No." Han Junche's voice was a little muffled. "It's getting late, let's eat."
Before he had finished his meal, Han Junche's phone rang. He glanced at it and saw it was a minister from some department. He silently hung up and then forwarded the call to his secretary-general.
Chi Xia looked up at him: "Hmm? Why didn't you answer the phone?"
"It's nothing, it was a wrong number." Han Junche said calmly, putting the phone in his pocket. "Let's eat."
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