"Hurry up your assistant! If the coffin isn't readied in the shop early, does it need my master to hurry you along?"
A clerk with raised eyebrows reprimanded fiercely.
In the past, he would delay or drag his feet on matters assigned by Zhao Xuan, well aware of this superior's "pushover" nature.
But now, the situation had changed.
Old Zhang repeatedly apologized, "It really is meticulous work; it can't help but take time. It's coming soon, very soon!"
Ever since the fall of Yang Country, there have been fewer and fewer blind fools in the government offices.
Zhao Xuan, after all, was not low-ranking, and now he had resolved the trust issue; his promotion was only a matter of time. The perceptive ones were all very clear on this.
After scolding the owner of the coffin shop, the eyebrow-raised clerk tried to ingratiate himself, "Sir, why don't you go back and rest first, and I'll watch over here? I know your requirements and will make sure there are no problems!"
