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Then Wu Weian sighed again.
Ji Yunxi was quite speechless: "What's wrong with you?"
Wu Wei'an said, "Don't you think your maid treats me a little badly?"
Ji Yunxi raised an eyebrow: "So?"
Baofu is a maid who is very protective of her own shortcomings and does not know how to hide her emotions. She shows on her face what she thinks.
In Baofu's eyes, Ji Yunxi and her brothers are the best people in the world, and other outsiders are bad no matter how you look at them.
Baofu had treated Yang Weitian very badly back then, so naturally he wouldn't be much better towards Wu Weian.
But so what?
Baofu is her maid, and it is enough for her to be loyal to her.
Although Baofu had a bad attitude, he did what he should do.
She did not skimp on food, clothing, housing and transportation at home just because she disliked Wu Weian, and basically arranged everything for Wu Weian.
Of course, Baofu was very resistant to Wu Weian using her carriage, probably because of the feathered man-patterned hand mirror that was taken away.
Wu Wei'an discussed it, "Can't you talk to her and ask her to be nicer to me?"
Ji Yunxi said, "But I never care about Baofu. Everything is up to her."
Wu Weian: "You are good at managing your subordinates. Look at Xuezhu and the others, how nice they are to you."
Ji Yunxi raised her eyebrows and looked at him: "Isn't it because of the red envelope I gave you during the Chinese New Year?"
Wu Weian: “…”
Ji Yunxi slowly and methodically wiped the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief: "You can also try to send something to Baofu and the others."
Wu Wei'an looked up at the sky and said, "Forget it."
It's bad attitude.
He is fearless.
Ji Yunxi shook her head and put down her bowl and chopsticks: "I'm full, I'm leaving first."
Wu Wei'an stopped her and said, "Wait a minute, the granary at home is full and there's no more space. But there's still some hidden in a cave in the suburbs that hasn't been moved back. Do you have room for it?"
Ji Yunxi shook her head: "No."
Wu Weian: "You have quite a lot of real estate under your name, right?"
Ji Yunxi nodded: "It's indeed a lot, but I have more valuable things to put."
Wu Wei'an: "What about those things in the cave?"
You can't sell it, as it will easily be noticed by someone with ulterior motives and cause unnecessary trouble.
Ji Yunxi shrugged: "You can give it away."
Wu Weian thought for a moment and said, "But I'm reluctant to do so."
Ji Yunxi glanced at him and said, "You have to give to gain. Why are you hiding so much food at home and letting it get moldy?"
After saying that, Ji Yunxi left.
Wu Weian sat alone at the table and thought about it. It was indeed true.
Then he called the manager and whispered a few words to him.
In the next few days, a black cloth bag appeared in the homes of hundreds of households in Shangjing City.
The cloth bag was actually a worn-out black hood. When they went on missions, their hoods would sometimes get torn. When they did, they had to return the hoods to their superiors before they could ask for new ones.
Inside the worn black hood were four packages of paper.
One bag contains rice, one bag contains rock sugar, one bag contains flour, and one bag contains tea.
To be honest, the portion is small, but the quality is very good. You can tell at a glance that it is the most expensive one in the store.
Their superiors told them that this was a gift from their masters, a token of their appreciation for their hard work. They were told to keep it low-key and eat it secretly at home.
They all belonged to a nameless organization, operating in a low-key manner, making it nearly impossible for outsiders to join. After all, they didn't choose the organization; it was the organization that took a liking to them and gradually tried to contact them. Therefore, no one in the underworld or the government knew about it.
They hide everywhere, in the streets and markets, living their lives like ordinary people most of the time.
Their masters would not easily let them do anything, and they would often not receive an order for several years. But if an order came, they would do their utmost to get the job done.
They can't afford the consequences of things going wrong.
Moreover, the master's orders have always been very measured and will not exceed everyone's capabilities.
Therefore, they obeyed orders very much and admired the nameless master very much.
This time, when everyone received this bag of small gifts from the master, they felt not only admiration but also deep emotion.
They often discussed privately how well people from other sects lived and how they received a lot of silver every year. Even if they did not receive silver, they still received many gifts during festivals.
But what about them? They haven't seen a single hair in all these years.
Most of the time, they even have to pay the money spent on missions in advance.
After paying the money in advance and reporting to the superiors, it would take at least half a month before the money could be finally recovered. The process was extremely difficult.
Over the years, many people have complained, but no one has ever left the organization.
Because although money is important, what the organization can give them is something that money cannot buy.
The organization is nearly omnipotent, except for its frequent lack of funds. Therefore, the more people understand it, the more they admire it, and the more they admire it, the more they fear and dread it.
They won't leave, dare not leave, cannot leave, and don't want to leave.
Three people who happened to be neighbors gathered together to chat.
"It seems we have quite a bit of spare cash lately, and we have enough to prepare small gifts for everyone."
"Yes, yes. I haven't reported the money I advanced a few months ago. I thought I'd report it later to reduce the burden on the higher-ups. But I should be able to report it now, right?"
"Hurry up and report it! If you miss this opportunity, you'll miss this shop. If the money from above isn't enough, you won't know when you'll get the money you paid in advance."
"You have a point. I will go back and do the math, then go find the boss."
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It was a day off today, but Ji Yunxi returned to the Ji Mansion early in the morning to accompany her brothers, leaving Wu Weian alone at home.
The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and the atmosphere was tense.
The round-faced manager lowered his head, looked at the floor, and didn't dare to say a word.
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