The despair in Heng Wuniang's eyes was gradually replaced by overwhelming joy.
Cao Fucheng looked at Xianjin deeply, stood up with a gloomy face, took the two quotations from Wen Fucheng, and asked in a deep voice, "Boss Bai, this quotation, 800 dollars, can you do it?"
By now, it’s not just about Bai Xiaoniang’s face anymore.
It's his own face!
It's his words that are no longer effective now!
Wang Xuezheng looked at Cao Fucheng in disbelief, "The key is not who can do it! Rather, whoever comes up with the idea should do it!"
Minister Cao wanted to say more.
Wang Xuezheng sneered and turned his back. "Master Cao, are you using the same trick in your imperial examination essay? - 'I can write about this point of view', and other people's things become your own?"
These words hurt the shrimp heart.
The character of a scholar is more important than his life.
This is similar to the bad influence caused by jumping while pointing at the vendor selling fried dough sticks and saying, "You are a smart guy! Your recipe is exactly the same as the one at the east end of the city! You are a shit!"
Any ambitious fried dough stick seller would not tolerate this.
Cao Fucheng was an ambitious official. At this moment, he felt smoke coming out of his head and fire spewing from his mouth, and he was about to explode.
He really wanted to imitate the street vendor and overturn the oil pan with a slap to show his anger, but the scarlet official robe he was wearing restricted his ability to perform.
Cao Fucheng took a deep breath and said, "Lord Wang, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. I, Cao, have worked diligently for decades, and my success in the imperial examinations is all due to the trust of the emperor, the attention of the superiors, and my own hard work. If you and I continue to slander others, don't blame me, Cao, for filing a complaint with the higher authorities!"
Wang Xuezheng chuckled softly, not wanting to get entangled with Cao Fucheng, so he turned to look at Wen Fucheng.
"...Lord Cao has some concerns. Lord Wen, please tell me which one should I choose for the autumn examination?"
Any concerns?
What concerns?
What’s the difference between Wang Xuezheng putting the words to his lips and feeding him cards!
Colleagues look down on each other, let alone colleagues of the same rank. What's more, the position of prefect is still vacant!
Wen Fucheng was like a cat that smelled a mouse. He glanced at Cao Fucheng, whose face was ashen. He suppressed his excitement and turned around to fire a cannon at Wang Xuezheng. "Since we have agreed to compare prices, in terms of unit price, Chengheng is of course cheaper. If Lord Wang is sure that this method of changing paper to cover up the name will work, I will naturally support Chengheng."
While setting off the fireworks, I also passed on the blame - if this method works, I will support it; if there is a problem with this method, I will run away.
The main point is Schrödinger's approval.
Xian Jin lowered his eyes slightly. This was the prosperous and peaceful officialdom in the south of the Yangtze River, but it was still so complacent, acting according to profit and gathering for profit...
Between words, a covenant was formed.
Xianjin and Heng Wuniang signed and stamped the contract paper.
After leaving the residence of the schoolmaster, Heng Wuniang felt like she was walking on cotton, her head was dizzy, and she saw the tall, fair-skinned girl calmly stepping over the three-inch high threshold, with no expression of joy or anger - compared to a year ago, at Xiong Youyou's flower-viewing banquet, her pressure and momentum had become stronger...
The Bai family's father and son came out with red faces, and Bai Dalang spat, almost splashing his saliva onto Xianjin's shoes.
The dark and strong girl behind Xianjin stepped forward with her hands on her hips and started to curse, "If you lose a business, you should do more good deeds! If you are a person who doesn't do anything, you might as well be a dog that doesn't shit! You're still clean and innocent!"
The wild dog running around in the alley next door suddenly tucked its tail between its legs: Why do we have to operate on its asshole?
Bai Dalang was so angry that he threw the paper bag back and rushed forward to attack.
The man was big and strong, with his hand raised high, and it just stayed in the air for a long time.
Heng Wuniang looked carefully and saw Zhou Ergou, who had been waiting outside the door, stepped forward at some point and calmly pinched Bai Dalang's arm with one hand. He then grinned and threw Bai Dalang's arm into the air. She left a message with regret and a look of asking for a beating, "...I thought you were so strong? You're not even as strong as a chick. You can barely be considered a quail."
Bai Dalang was so angry that he was shaking all over, his face was red, and he covered his injured arm, feeling anxious and afraid. He wanted to go forward but he didn't have the courage to take that step - if there were only these three women, let alone in the alley, even on the street, he would dare to beat these little bitches so hard that they would lose their minds!
Now with the addition of a strong man, the situation has changed dramatically.
Mr. Bai sneered, "Don't be arrogant when things go well, and don't be humble when things go bad. If Boss He continues to do this business, I'm afraid he won't be able to make back even ten copper coins."
Xianjin also smiled, "Just as you said." Then he said distressedly, "Our store has too many profitable businesses. Without this one, the guys can breathe a little more - to be honest, the guys in our store envy the Bai family very much. They have more than 300 days a year, and 200 of them are on vacation, right?"
Mr. Bai was also successfully angered.
It’s more infuriating than losing business!
This bitch's mouth is sharper than a sword!
Mr. Bai walked away in anger.
"Hey - Boss Bai, please wait a moment!" Xianjin called out in a loud voice.
Mr. Bai swallowed his anger, turned around, and waited to see what else this bitch would do.
Xianjin smiled, his thin lips pressed together, his head tilted, his expression light and pretty, "From now on, don't steal other people's things. It's the worst to look like someone but not like them. Imitating someone else will only lead to ridicule - so what if you only steal the fur?"
Xian Jinzhi tapped his forehead and said, "Can you steal the things in here?"
Mr. Bai was so angry that he covered his chest with one hand, staggered back two steps and held onto the pink tile wall in the alley.
On the shaky carriage back to Xuancheng Prefecture, Xian Jin leaned his head lightly against the inner wall of the carriage and closed his eyes to rest.
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