The licking was still going on. Boss Qiangji was digging his ear holes out of boredom. He glanced to the side and saw through the crack in the door, two rows of people in dark brown linen uniforms walking in from the corridor of the main entrance of Wuxu Hall.
Boss Qiang straightened his back immediately.
Here she comes, here she comes, the familiar dung beetle queen is here!
The double doors that were two people tall were pushed open with a bang. Zhou Ergou and Zheng Da were the first to throw away the bolts and handles of the copper door and walked in aggressively. The two took three steps back. The one who walked in the middle without any hurry was clearly He Xianjin, who was rumored to be deeply involved in the Chen family.
She is tall and slender, with slender and well-stretched limbs. She holds her head high, and her hair is tied up with a wooden hairpin, which well shows off her round and full back of the head and her long and thin neck.
Like a flying crane with its wings spread.
Boss Qiang slapped his thigh and said: This is the right aesthetic! What is the difference between the gold paper and the flowered jackets in the countryside?
Xianjin took big steps to the main seat.
Henglian's expression was uncertain for a moment, but he managed to control his emotions very well. He smiled and looked at Xianjin, saying in the manner of an elder to a younger person, "You came out? I heard that your grandmother dragged you back home to teach you how to do things - how many days has it been?"
Henglian leaned over and asked the middle-aged man sitting below.
The middle-aged man lowered his head and did not respond.
Heng Lian was not annoyed, but waved his hand with a smile, "——It's been about twenty days, right? You are already so old, but you were still dragged back by the elders in the street with your mouth covered. Those who know you understand that you are the goddaughter of the Chen family, and those who don't know you think you have done something shameless..."
"Stand up first."
Xianjin interrupted Henglian calmly, resting his right hand on the back of Henglian's chair, looking down at him with his brows lowered, "Vice President Heng, you're sitting in the wrong seat."
Heng Lian's words got stuck in his throat. After a moment, he raised the corners of his lips and laughed, "I don't sit here? Where should I sit?"
Xianjin raised his hand.
Zhou Ergou and Zheng Da, one on each side, placed their arms around Heng Lian and lifted the elegant middle-aged man's feet off the ground.
"You can sit wherever you want. As long as I am the president of the Xuancheng Paper Industry Chamber of Commerce, I will sit in this main seat."
Xianjin lowered his head and spoke lightly.
Mother Zhang bent down, picked up a feather duster and swept the seat inside and out, then respectfully invited Xianjin to take a seat.
Heng Lian was furious, with anger hidden between his brows. He wanted to get angry but didn't know where to start. He turned his eyes to the eight or nine paper shops that relied on him in the hall, pursed his lips tightly, and after a moment he nodded, brushed his clothes, and sat down next to Yun Ji with a natural expression.
Manager Hengji, who had unfolded the brilliant golden assassin paper, was standing on the stage in great embarrassment.
Xianjin didn't let him go, and neither did his boss.
He was left alone with the strange piece of paper that was so hard that it hurt his hands.
Xianjin sat down steadily. Mother Zhang was very good at organizing things. In a few blinks of an eye, she changed the cup of tea for Xianjin and pushed the remaining herbal tea of Henglian aside with disgust.
Xianjin stepped over the hot tea and picked up Henglian's remaining tea with one hand. He covered the tea foam with a teacup and said with his eyes downcast, "The tribute battle has entered the third round. It is definitely not our defeat. There is no need to be dejected or worried about gains and losses."
"The Chen family is wealthy and has many ways to make money. There are only four people in our workshop, and we haven't made any money for five months!" The owner of a small paper shop below shouted loudly.
Although alcohol can make cowards braver, poverty can make them even braver.
Xianjin nodded and raised his eyes slightly.
Suo'er took out a large sachet from his arms, stood on tiptoe, flipped his hand, and turned the sachet upside down. Silver ingots of various sizes clattered onto the side table.
Xianjin said calmly, "Everyone needs to eat, and eating requires money. If you feel that the investment of three to five months has made you hungry and poor, you can come here to collect the wages of the shop assistants and the silver for delayed work in the past three months. There is only one thing, if you receive this money, once the tribute paper is selected from the Xuan paper, this paper shop will never be allowed to hang up the plaque of "tribute shop" and will not receive the tribute payment issued by the court."
The young boss looked at Heng Lian's expression, tremblingly stepped forward to take two ingots of silver, then retreated back to his original position and asked, "Don't...don't remove me from the membership of Xuancheng Paper Industry Chamber of Commerce just because I took the silver?"
Xianjin:?
Is Xuancheng Paper Industry Chamber of Commerce a shady organization?
Xianjin shook his head, "No, don't worry."
After Xianjin said this, two more small paper shops reached out to take the money.
They are all small workshops that depend on Hengji for survival.
Xianjin counted in his mind, and seeing that no one moved, he picked up the remaining tea and slowly stood up, speaking in a steady and clear voice, "To continue with what I said, entering the third round is not a crisis, but an opportunity."
"The court values you and this tribute, so it will give the tribute the opportunity to meet with the cabinet ministers."
"None of us are in the government, so what does it mean to be a cabinet minister?"
"From the first rank."
"The high and mighty Yintian Prefecture Governor is only a third-rank official."
"The great policies of the country, the great policies of the court, and the great plans of the people all need the seal of the cabinet ministers before they can be released to the public."
"The fact that such a person can judge the quality of tribute paper shows the importance the court attaches to Xuan paper, and it is also an opportunity for us."
As the word "opportunity" fell, Xianjin raised his right hand high and poured the herbal tea in his hand onto the gold paper of the invisible assassin!
Henglian stood up suddenly, his face turned ashen!
"what you do!"
Xianjin turned around and gently put down the teacup, then made a gesture with one hand for everyone to watch.
Everyone's eyes followed Xianjin's hand and moved to the gold paper of the invisible assassin.
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