Boss Qiang was filled with pride: Damn! This name sounds so domineering! So cool and awesome! In the play, this person would definitely be the most powerful martial artist! He is the only protagonist! He is the chosen one who can get the secret of martial arts by eating a bowl of noodles!
Heng Lian couldn't hide his astonishment, staring at the roll of paper, his eyes slowly and uncontrollably moving towards the roll of invisible assassin gold paper produced by Hengji.
Which is better and which is worse, which is elegant and which is vulgar, is clear at a glance and cannot be argued by ordinary people.
Most people wouldn't argue, but Henglian, who even wanted to pick peaches from his own daughter, was from Class 2.
"...Your paper, although it is engraved with silk, is still a piece of plain white! These paintings, are they painted by some poor scholar on the street? At first glance, they are blurry, but if you look closely, they are a bit rough. If you sell them in 'floating white', people will buy them, but this requires tribute..."
"These paintings were created by Director Qiao Fangzhi himself." Xianjin said lightly. She didn't want to show off, but her strength didn't allow her to be low-key.
Heng Lian was depressed: No matter how crazy he is, he can't question President Qiao, right?
Heng Lian glanced at the cranes on the paper and managed to maintain a slight smile. "Okay, let's not talk about these paintings for now - what do these cranes mean? Why do we need to draw a group of cranes? Is it because the blank space above the paper is too empty?"
Heng Lian laughed unnaturally, "It feels a bit superfluous."
Xianjin's expression was calm. "Because the current superior likes cranes very much. This news was also told to me by Principal Qiao."
Heng Lian choked:?
Let me say it again, no matter how crazy he is, he can never question President Qiao.
Unless the descendants of the Heng family and future generations stay in Xuancheng Prefecture, they will have no time to study!
Heng Lian's brain was filled with acid. After a long while, the smile on his lips seemed forced and bitter. "Yes, you have Mr. Qiao as your backer, so you are more informed than us... We are different from you. We are all honest businessmen, so we are naturally inferior to the government..."
Heng Lian said as he was thinking: We can't let the paper made by the Chen family participate in the evaluation! Regardless of whether she is elected or not, the position of the president of the Chamber of Commerce has been firmly held by He Xianjin in the past few years!
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Heng Lian's eyes lit up, and his gaze fell on the paper shop owners in the room. He turned his head anxiously and looked at Xian Jin, "Chamber of Commerce, Chamber of Commerce, you don't have the final say, and I don't have the final say either. Everyone has contributed and invested money, so it depends on what everyone says!"
There are a total of twenty-one chambers of commerce today!
"I suggest that, except for Hengji and Chenji, all participating paper shops vote, and the one with the highest votes will win." Henglian's smile returned to the corners of his mouth, and he looked back at Xianjin, "Boss He, what do you think of this proposal?"
Xianjin nodded calmly and clapped his hands to his ears. Aunt Zhong and Manager Dong brought up a square wooden box from somewhere. Before Henglian could say anything, Aunt Zhong handed out notes and soft pens one by one in a well-trained manner.
Xian Jin looked at Heng Lian calmly, and confirmed it one last time, "The one with the most votes will be sent to run for election? Boss Heng, are you sure?"
Henglian was a little surprised at Xianjin's sufficient preparation. He went over it silently in his mind and felt that all the holes had been plugged, so he nodded.
Xian Jinfang raised his hand, "Then, bosses, please start writing."
This democracy and centralization came too suddenly.
The bosses looked at each other in bewilderment before they came to their senses. They saw someone lowering his head to write, then folding the paper into small squares and stuffing them into the wooden box. Then they all lowered their heads to write as if they had just woken up from a dream.
Boss Qiang didn't move.
Xianjin glanced over.
Boss Qiang said confidently, "You forgot that I can't write again!"
Xianjin Yiseng: I'm really sorry, your illiteracy level has surpassed that of Mr. Gou, which is really surprising and unbelievable...
Xianjin said in a gentle voice, "The hollow circle is 'Crane Lin Dawei', and the solid circle is..."
Xianjin didn't know how to define the roll of paper for a moment, but he was afraid of hurting the self-esteem of the roll of paper if he said something heavy.
Xianjin was vague, "The solid circle is the yellow one..."
Boss Qiang understood and drew eight hollow circles on the paper with a stroke of his brush.
Heng Lian stood below Yu Xianjin with his hands behind his back, his face showing a bit more confidence and composure: previously, nine or ten small workshops that were either affiliated with Hengji or bewitched by his words had rushed to the Chen family to demand an explanation. This had already offended the Chen family badly, so naturally it was impossible for them to fall into the trap again; in addition, the two larger paper shops, Liuji and Yunji, might not necessarily work together with the Chen family to get rid of He Xianjin. Once the situation was chaotic, the hero would have a chance.
Adding and subtracting, there were nineteen tickets, and he held twelve or thirteen firmly in his hand.
Not to mention, there are also some farmers and downstream companies that want to do long-term business with Heng Kee...
He Xianjin is a girl who doesn't like to talk about personal relationships when doing business. The dealer she buys raw materials from at the end of the year and the beginning of the year is not fixed. If the rice straw produced this year is not good, she will definitely not buy from your family next year.
If business is done this way, there will definitely be fewer die-hard fans than the more humane Hengji.
Judging from the quantity, he will definitely win.
Henglian suddenly felt confident.
All the bosses finished writing their responses to the mail boxes one after another.
When it came to the last three bosses, Xianjin covered the mouth of the wooden box with a calm face, but his tone was unquestionable, "These bosses, since they have taken my severance pay, they can buy out their workers and money. What position do they have to compete for the vote for the tribute paper?"
Henglian looked back suddenly, his pupils suddenly dilated!
I put the silver there first and waited here!
Taking the silver means that the subsequent approval of the tribute paper has nothing to do with them! If they can neither hang a plaque nor share the reward funds, then why can they still participate in the vote!
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