Nothing arrives faster than bad news.
The next day after lunch, before Xianjin had even left the table, he saw Manager Dong running in hurriedly from the corridor. His expression looked normal, but his steps were obviously quicker than usual.
Xianjin wiped the corner of his mouth and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"
Manager Dong glanced at Chen Fu, who was picking his teeth with his mouth wide open - these heavy news cannot be told to this plague god all at once, because if he hears them, he might overturn the ancestral hall!
So he prepared to whisper to Xianjin.
Chen Fu raised his eyes angrily, "What are you whispering about!"
Xianjin smiled at Manager Dong, "Please tell me." He glanced at Chen Fu, "Is it about the Fifth Master? Or is there someone coming?"
Manager Dong was greatly surprised. "How...how did you know that?"
Xianjin smiled and said, "When the Fifth Master came the day before yesterday, I knew he had bad intentions. I am the only one in Jing County. Besides half of the financial power has been transferred to higher-ups, I am almost out of Xuancheng's control. The Fifth Master is in charge of three shops. Isn't he panicking?"
Xianjin glanced at Chen Jianfang who was drinking porridge in a quiet manner, "Even if he is not panicking, our precious Erlang is now illiterate and has caused himself a lot of trouble. The old lady didn't come to kill him herself today, which is still considered her good self-control."
Chen Fu laughed out loud.
Chen Jianfang put down the bowl helplessly, "Jin Jie'er..."
Xianjin put his hands up in surrender, "Alright, alright, I was wrong, I was wrong." He turned around and asked Manager Dong, "What's going on?"
Manager Dong cleared his throat, "...Now there is an accountant named Lu at the door of the old house, claiming to be from Xuancheng. He is worried that we have too many shops and business, and we don't have enough staff, so the old lady sent him here specially, and also brought a letter from the old lady."
As expected.
Xianjin nodded calmly, "Then please bring him in."
Chen Jian raised his eyes expressionlessly.
Manager Dong hasn't left yet, which means there is still something to be said.
Xianjin nodded and made a "please" gesture. Bad news should be heard all at once to feel comfortable.
"In addition, Xuancheng also sent two mule carts to pick up Erlang, saying that they have hired an excellent teacher for him." Manager Dong simply closed his eyes and finished the bad things. "And our Miss Qiao's daily expenses and monthly allowances were also taken from Xuancheng, and they will be charged to Miss Chen's account, five taels of silver a month."
Then she handed Chen Fu four more silver notes, "Xuancheng will not be going back to his hometown for the New Year this year. This is the New Year's money given to you by the old lady. I hope you can entertain the people in the store and have a good time."
Chen Fu took the banknote, his face gloomy, and after a long while he smiled, "Two hundred taels? Have some fun? Old Dong, are you going back to Xuancheng for the New Year?"
Manager Dong's throat was dry. "Of course I'm back. My old wife, three sons, and young grandson are waiting for me to go back and put up Spring Festival couplets."
Chen Fu unconsciously clenched the banknotes and nodded gently, "Yes, for the New Year, who doesn't go home? Li Sanshun wants to go back to the village, the Zheng brothers also want to go back to their hometown, Zhou Ergou asked for leave early in the morning and said he wanted to go back to his hometown to look for a wife... Who doesn't go home for the New Year? Everyone has to go - who am I going to be happy with with these two hundred taels?"
At the end, Chen Fu's words were so light that they seemed to fall into dust.
Xianjin took the banknote from Chen Fu's hand and handed it to Manager Dong with a smile, "Wait a minute, please take these two hundred taels to Xiaocao Village to renew the contract for next year. It will just solve our urgent need!"
Xianjin turned and looked at the Star of Hope again.
Chen Jian's face turned cold, and he exuded an unprecedented cold aura.
"That person, Xianjin, you can handle it yourself." Chen Jianfang said softly, "As for the two mule carts... let them go home, and let the driver tell my grandmother that my article is still being revised by County Magistrate Cui. If nothing unexpected happens, this article will be used as a court report next year, with my name and County Magistrate Cui's name on it, and submitted to Nanzhili."
What I mean is, if you are still writing a paper and maybe you can get it published in a top journal as the first author, you should not transfer laboratories at this time to avoid shaking the morale of your team.
Xianjin lowered his eyes and smiled. When he raised his eyes again, he nodded gently to Manager Dong with a calm look.
After a while, a short middle-aged man with sunken cheeks and hunched shoulders came in with a big bag in each hand. It seemed that he was fully prepared to stay. When he saw Chen Fu sitting quietly at the top, he threw the bag away and went to greet him, "Sanlangjun! When you were a child, I held you in my arms! I am your fifth grandmother's third aunt's next-door cousin. In terms of kinship, you have to call me uncle!"
Uncle...uncle is outrageous!
Chen Fu couldn't hide from it: Where did this country bumpkin come from? He even made his pale blue coat dirty!
Chen Fu used his hands and feet to shrink back, then looked at Xianjin with a look of help.
Xianjin smiled and said, "Can you get off Third Master first?" His tone was calm, "In our Chen's store, when doing business, we only recognize job relationships, not kinship relationships. Look, even I usually call Third Master but not Daddy, right?"
The sunken middle-aged man turned around, and after seeing that it was Xianjin, he said with a sharp "tsk", "You want to call me daddy, don't you? Are you worthy? Can you?! Who knows where you came from?"
Chen Jianfang gritted his teeth and was about to speak, but he heard Chen Fu's face flushed with anger, "Shut up! If she admits to calling me dad, I will immediately go to Chongqing Temple to burn the first incense! Where did this uncle come from! Get off me! Don't jump on me!"
Chen Fu swept the slumped middle-aged man down like he was dusting a mouse.
Xianjin was not angry.
A year has passed and she has matured. She no longer uses violence to solve problems like she did back then.
To solve problems now, she usually uses power.
"Deduct one tael of silver." Xianjin pointed at the sullen middle-aged man with a smile, "You were sent by the master to be the accountant. I am the person in charge of Jing County. You are being disrespectful. According to the rules of our store, if you say a dirty word, you will be deducted one tael of silver."
"Hey! You son of a bitch!" The sunken middle-aged man pointed at Xianjin.
Xianjin calmly held up two fingers, "Two taels."
"How dare you! I'm your fifth grandfather's uncle!"
"Three taels." Xianjin smiled and shook his head. "You still have something to say? Otherwise, you can pay me an annual fee, and I will work for free for a year. You do the work, and I won't give you a monthly salary. You can curse whenever you want, and when you get tired of cursing, I will also serve you tea and water to help you soothe your throat."
The sunken middle-aged man stared at Xianjin in amazement.
This...how come this is different from what he thought!
Isn’t he the imperial envoy?
How can you deduct money for insulting someone?
The slumped middle-aged man looked around and saw that his cheap nephew was cherishing the Mosuo cloth, the handsome boy was looking at him coldly, and even the old manager who brought him in looked indifferent... Not to mention the fat maid standing behind the dead girl, and the old woman with high cheekbones standing next to the fat maid, the eyes of these two women were as poisonous as swords!
"I...I will write a letter to the Fifth Master right now!" The sunken middle-aged man said with his neck stiffened.
Xianjin still smiled, "You write it, as long as you can deliver it, I lose."
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