Chapter 405 Mrs. O'Neill
"Are you asking about the Earl's whereabouts? Please wait a moment, I will find out the itinerary of Earl Colson O'Neill."
The beautiful clerk in the reception department of the secretarial department politely received the angry Mrs. O'Neill, and quickly found a copy of the earl's schedule and handed it to the earl's mother apologetically: "Because the earl has delayed too much work before, his recent schedule will be relatively tight."
Mrs. O'Neill, who had just seen her son being taken away half an hour ago and ran to the City Hall but didn't see anyone, suppressed her anger and opened her schedule... and then her eyes widened.
Mrs. O'Neill was Miss China Darcy's aunt. She had also received an elite education in an aristocratic family when she was young. Her cultural level was much higher than that of ordinary middle-class women, so she had no problem understanding the photocopied itinerary.
Today alone, Coulson's schedule was so dense that it was dizzying...
Starting at seven in the morning, the Earl Colson had to inspect the livestock farm in the western suburbs of Dutata City, to comfort the breeders who had invested in the collective farm and to understand their needs. In fact, the city hall confiscated the horse farm and hunting ground that originally belonged to Ezekiel's family, and then enclosed them to build a breeding center, encouraging farmers to invest (the money for the investment was also loaned by the city hall), and set up a large ranch that brought together scattered breeders for scientific management and scientific raising of pigs and sheep.
Between nine in the morning and noon, Coulson had to inspect the hydroelectric power station being built in the northwest mountains to understand the construction status.
Next, we will inspect the aquaculture base in the north and the poultry breeding station built on the river northeast of Duta City...
Mrs. O'Neill had not only seen the West Suburb Livestock Farm, the North Mountain Power Station, and the aquaculture and poultry farming in Adler Weekly, but had also heard people mention them in her daily life.
For example, at the Beishan Power Station, several middle-class families living on South Street in the Central City District lost their jobs because their original employers became prisoners. The male owners of the houses got jobs at the power station with their fairly useful knowledge of mathematics and physics.
Some of the neighbors Mrs. O'Neill and her son Colson met when they were forced to live in a run-down apartment in the south city also got jobs on the western suburbs livestock farms.
Mrs. O'Neill herself had never been to these places, but she had lived in Duta City for so many years and was familiar with the environment. She knew that they were far away from the city... Most people would be lucky to visit two places a day, but her son Coulson had to finish them in one day!
Mrs. O'Neill could not help turning the page and then she shuddered.
Tomorrow's schedule is still very tight. Coulson not only has to rush to the construction site of the prisoner road construction team in Adler to understand the progress of the Indah Railway and Highway project, but also has to visit several collective farms in the south, which are more than 40 kilometers away from the city...
If Coulson's lordship had greater authority and he was inspecting the property of them and their son, then Mrs. O'Neill would only become more and more excited as she looked at the itinerary.
But... Lord Coulson is not that valuable.
Not to mention treating the booming collective ranches, collective farms, breeding stations and power stations as his own industries, Coulson couldn't even just want to get his relatives in to get a salary - all positions in any must be subject to open selection!
Coulson was dragged to inspect, and it was really just an inspection... check the work of each unit, and make suggestions and recommendations based on the situation. These suggestions still need to be reviewed by the Undead Archon before deciding whether to adopt them or not.
In other words, whether the Earl Coulson can really influence the operation of even a small collective farm depends on the mood of the Undead Archon...
It would be strange if Mrs. O'Neill could be happy seeing her son being driven like this in this embarrassing situation where she could only watch!
After flipping through several pages of equally packed itineraries , Mrs. O'Neill couldn't help but get angry.
When she took her eyes off the itinerary, Mrs. O'Neill realized that the clerk had gone away to do other things.
It was already 7:30 in the morning and the City Hall was already busy, with a large number of clerical staff and contract workers in blue overalls (labor protection clothes) rushing in and out on all floors.
Even the small secretarial reception office where Mrs. O'Neill was invited to sit down was crowded with more than a dozen people, surrounding the clerk so tightly that there was no room for movement.
"Ms. Fei Pi, the ship that Leo's family is bringing in from Moses Port will arrive before noon. Please help me communicate with the Transportation Department and arrange a loading and unloading team."
"Miss Feifei, when will the batch of farm machinery that Xinzhen applied for arrive?"
"Ms. Fei Pi, a worker from the North Street Brigade of the Environmental Sanitation Bureau broke his leg. Please help me register and apply for medical reimbursement."
Fei Bi, the only clerk in the reception department of the secretarial department, was very experienced in dealing with such chaotic scenes. She quickly flipped through the phone book with one hand and took shorthand notes with a fountain pen in the other. She also had a walkie-talkie clipped on her shoulder and operated multi-threaded operations in an orderly manner: "Calling the Transportation Department... The loading and unloading team can't be in place before noon? How about before 2 pm? Okay, please as soon as possible. Calling Ms. Mia... Yes, the agricultural machinery in Xinzhen... Okay, I will tell you... Has the injured worker been sent to the hospital? Just hand in the empty bottle of alchemy potion and the medical bill."
There are very few wired telephones in Dutata City, which are not enough to support the operation of the city hall; the instant communication function provided by Lord Yang's matrix can only be used by those who have obtained the matrix mark, and those who wear the azalea badge can only receive messages but not send them.
But this is not a problem for the smart national team. They just need to get a batch of walkie-talkies (handheld radios) and the problem will be solved. In China, the police walkie-talkies are able to achieve unimpeded conversations within five kilometers. When they are deployed to this alien world where the radio signals are incredibly clean, conversations within ten kilometers will be noiseless.
Mrs. O'Neill swallowed silently as she watched the clerk, Miss Phoebe, handling the seemingly troublesome matter neatly and efficiently, carrying a wireless intercom that only a few staff members in the city hall could possess.
Her upbringing did not allow her to throw a tantrum in public, yet she did not dare to vent her anger on Miss Phoebe, a strong woman who was both capable and had a high social status. After hesitating for a moment, Mrs. O'Neill quietly retreated.
Fortunately, Mrs. O'Neill did not vent her anger on him. Otherwise, Phoebe, who had been polished by heavy work for a long time to become such a capable person, might have made Mrs. O'Neill re-understand what a shrew is...
Coming out of the secretarial reception office, going downstairs and crossing the lobby on the first floor, in just a distance of a few dozen meters, Mrs. O'Neill passed by dozens of staff members in a hurry.
After leaving the building, Mrs. O'Neill saw hundreds of people coming in and out. The city hall was even busier than the morning vegetable market.
As a former daughter of the Darcy family, Mrs. O'Neill would instinctively feel uncomfortable with this kind of scene... This is the City Hall after all, the most authoritative place in the city of Dutata in Adler County. This kind of noise that is not elegant, high-class, or decent at all is far from the power field she imagined.
But the years of hard life as an ordinary citizen of the South City and a widow who had lost her husband, as well as the months of living alone in the city after her son left her for the royal capital, made Mrs. O'Neill very clear that only a city hall like this could make her feel safe... If it weren't for the rude staff coming and going, and the contract workers coming in and out in groups, it would be impossible for a single woman living alone to live so peacefully for more than four months without encountering any trouble or harassment.
It was completely different from the life before the arrival of the dead, when he was struggling to support that run-down apartment in the South City, worrying about thieves and criminals, worrying about the neighborhood police coming to his house to extort money, and worrying about his son being bullied by gangsters outside.
After walking out of the town hall courtyard, Mrs. O'Neill turned around and sighed with a complicated expression.
Mrs. O'Neill returned home alone. Before she could catch her breath, the relatives who had flattered her and her son yesterday came to her door with smiles on their faces.
The O'Neill family has been thriving in Adler Territory for hundreds of years. Although the family is not very prosperous, there are still a few relatives. The original Viscount O'Neill had his property confiscated and was sent to build roads, but this did not affect the side branches that had separated long ago.
Having flattered the mother and son yesterday, the relatives naturally thought that the time had come to reap the benefits of their blood relationship, and as soon as they entered the door, they couldn't wait to ask if they could arrange for their children and adults to become officials in the city hall.
Some even tried to rely on their past friendship to ask Coulson to grant them a town and make them nobles...
Mrs. O'Neill, who was already in a bad mood, was almost fainted from anger again - she, Coulson's biological mother, couldn't even have a nice little manor to hold a cocktail party or tea party and act like a noble lady, and you actually want to be an official, a noble with a fiefdom? !
But Mrs. O'Neill couldn't afford to admit in person that her son Coulson was just a nominal lord who received a salary and had less power and influence than a puppet lord...
With no other options, Mrs. O'Neill had to resort to procrastination, claiming that she was just an ignorant woman who could not control what was happening outside, and asked those relatives who were capable to go to her son Colson and ask for official positions at the city hall themselves.
After finally getting rid of these annoying relatives, Mrs. O'Neill hadn't even had time to calm down before another relative came to her crying and asking for help.
She just casually dismissed the person, but she didn't expect that one of the relatives she dismissed would actually go to the City Hall and ask for an official title in the name of Coulson...
The busy city hall has no time to serve anyone's acquaintances. The idiot who trespassed into the administrative agency and obstructed the work, and even was rude to the clerk in public, was directly taken away by the detectives of the Public Security Department and was about to be sent to the road construction team.
Mrs. O’Neill: “…”
Mrs. O’Neill: “…”
Mrs. O'Neill kicked out those relatives who were so stupid that she doubted whether they had any aristocratic blood or had received the most private classroom education. She immediately packed up her things and prepared to move to a farm outside the city.
She no longer dreams of being a respectable lady, and just wants to live a quiet life.
At least the city hall helped their family recover the property that was occupied by others, and their son can have an annual salary of several hundred gold coins. Compared with their previous life... there is nothing to complain about now!
