Reborn into a papermaking family, He Xianjin provides services, promotes brand effects, sells concepts, and leads her team to make the business bigger and stronger.
In her second year of beco...
There is no need to ask, who can afford this thing! ?
Just to feast your eyes is already a great opportunity to follow Mr. Fang!
There was a figure in front of him, who looked like an older man.
A sharp-eyed classmate immediately whispered, "That's Lord Hu! Lord Hu Bingzhi, the Minister of Revenue!"
"It's the Shangshu! Oh my god! He's one of the six chief officials!"
"And it's the Ministry of Household Affairs!"
"I heard that the next imperial examination has been decided to have Lord Hu set the questions!"
Two brave and capable classmates whispered in each other's ears: "...We can go up and pay our respects to him - we will never meet such a senior official in our cram school!"
One of them was afraid that he would be kicked out of Shangchongtian if he visited without permission, so he looked at Aunt Zhong tentatively: "...Is it okay?"
Aunt Zhong turned her head away, her brows slightly frowned, her lips still curled in a smile, as if she didn't hear anything.
The two of them shrank their heads, and the dog walked stealthily towards that place.
Scholar Fang was a little nervous when he saw this, and walked a few steps to the side of Aunt Zhong: "... Manager Zhong, let's be frank, the paper from the top is really unaffordable for us. I am here with more than 20 classmates today, and I am really sorry to bother you. Thank you for your hospitality and explanation... If Feng Academy still has paper for sale, I can place an order..."
Mr. Fang thought for a moment and said, "I can order three pieces of paper as compensation for your trouble today."
His tone was sincere, his attitude was sincere—this was what he had planned when he agreed to bring his classmates to "Xuan"! He couldn't possibly bring so many people to beg for money! He should at least buy some paper back as a gift! ?
He was just a scholar who hadn't married yet. His family was very strict with money. Three pieces of paper, nearly three hundred taels, were all the money he had saved over the years...
Just as Aunt Zhong was about to speak, she heard a calm and steady female voice behind her.
"...Why do you say that? Since you have the pink card, you should have all the rights."
"Even if you brought a hundred people with you, I would only think that the place was too small and the hospitality was not good enough. I would never accept your subsidy in the form of buying paper."