Xianjin straightened his back and spoke about his work in an orderly and logical manner.
"Therefore, we must not only discipline our colleagues in Xuanchengfu Paper Industry, but also help them find opportunities and explore new paths. We must not use the same set of methods that scholars use to look down on each other to run the paper industry."
Chen Fu looked at the little girl talking eloquently. If he had a tail, it would definitely be raised to the sky.
I wish I could hang a sign on Xianjin that reads, "Although I didn't give birth to this girl, I participated in her growth throughout the whole process. I have made an indelible contribution to her growth!"
Madam Qu nodded casually and started another conversation, "Have we decided what tribute to make?"
Xianjin cast a third thoughtful glance and said, "I'm still thinking about it. In early June, at the Guild Hall, the bosses of the Chamber of Commerce will sit down and discuss it in detail."
Madam Qu added, "It's the beginning of June... time is very tight..."
Xianjin smiled and said, "Don't rush! There are still ten days left! Everyone should have some clues!"
Madam Qu's drooping eyelids moved, and she whispered, "Really... Then let's talk about it in early June."
Second Aunt Qu hid behind Old Madam Qu, her facial features a little distorted - her eyes and mouth corners drooped, her nose twitched up and down unconsciously, and the muscles on her cheeks were a little disordered, as if she was twitching out of guilt and regret, mixed with a bit of fear.
Xianjin withdrew his brows without leaving a trace.
As soon as he left the Bi Ma Hall, Xian Jin stopped, glanced sideways, and whispered to Suo Er, "Let Gou Ye set up a table for Qu Da Mao and give him some drinks to see what the old lady said and did recently..."
That's not right today.
Old Madam Qu seemed to be extremely indulgent towards both her and Chen Fu.
Add to that Aunt Qu’s stiffness.
Xianjin had reason to believe that Madam Qu was up to no good - she was probably trying to force someone in, just like Zhao Dezheng before...
At this time, the manager Qu Da Mao, who had stayed in the Jixi workshop, came in handy - if Mrs. Qu could nail this nail, she could also hang things on it.
Generally speaking, after five or six glasses of wine, she could basically get what she wanted from Qu Damao.
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