It’s not easy!
It’s really not easy for Zhang Fei to do charity!
Not only do you have to donate money, but you also have to teach the other party how to ask for money.
I have never seen such a kind person.
Fortunately, the pursuit of interests is human nature, and it is universal and can be understood at a glance.
Liang Shaodong quickly realized how to use this charity fund.
Of course, Zhang Fei is not a lamb delivered to their doorstep, and he will still be slaughtered by them. However, his current focus is on donating to the college. When he is free, he will go there in person. For now, he is just giving them a little sweet treat, and then he will assign them tasks.
He donated money to weapons research and development, and the police station was just an excuse. His goal was to develop weapons. Because at present, he could only protect himself from being killed by his own people, he also had to ensure that he would not be killed by outsiders.
After all, this is the Song Dynasty, not the Han Dynasty.
This requires strong military strength.
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As a liberal arts student, Zhang Fei's strong point is not science. He just has insights that are ahead of his time. He knows the evolution process of firearms over the past thousand years, but they still have to figure out the details themselves.
"Third brother, Liang Cheng is a liar. I have seen that firearm before. It is of no use to us policemen."
As soon as Liang Shaodong left, Ma Xiaoyi immediately spoke to Zhang Fei, as if he was afraid that Zhang San had been cheated by someone.
Zhang Fei smiled and said, "Xiao Ma, do you know that all this progress started with lying?"
Ma Xiaoyi looked confused and said, "I don't understand."
Zhang Fei smiled and said, "If I say that as long as you give me 10,000 strings of cash, I can take you to fly into the sky, would you believe me?"
Ma Xiaoyi's eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "I don't believe it."
Zhang Fei smiled and said, "So, you won't give me 10,000 strings of cash?"
Ma Xiaoyi's eyes rolled around, "If it was anyone else, I would definitely not give it, but if it was Third Brother, I... I can't even afford 10,000 strings of cash!"
Zhang Fei asked, "What if you can afford it?"
Ma Xiaoyi said: "Of course I will believe Third Brother."
Zhang Fei said: "But what if I can't do it?"
Ma Xiaoyi shook his head and said, "That's not a big deal."
Zhang Fei laughed and said, "So, if you don't give me the 10,000 strings of cash, you will definitely not succeed. But if you give it to me, you will probably still not succeed. As far as you are concerned, you are lying. No one can guarantee success from scratch. As long as they work hard, it will be fine."
Ma Xiaoyi scratched his head and said, "Third brother, I don't quite understand."
Zhang Fei smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand now. You will understand it slowly in the future."
He and Ma Xiaoyi were chatting about the police station when they returned to the lobby. He saw that not only did everyone not leave, but they were chatting enthusiastically.
"What are you talking about?"
Zhang Fei asked curiously.
Huang Can immediately said, "Sanlang, you came at the right time. We are discussing the personnel arrangements for our charity foundation."
Zhang Fei said, "Just talk to Dalang about this."
Everyone looked at Zhang Fei at the same time.
Zhang Fei immediately explained: "Everyone, I am not very good at doing business. From now on, you can talk to Fan Dalang about all matters, big or small."
Everyone's eyes became more puzzled, as if hinting to Zhang Fei that if the Fan family forced you to do anything, just blink. There are so many of us, there is no need to be afraid of them.
You, Zhang San, said you don’t know how to do business?
Who are you trying to fool?
Fan Zheng looked aggrieved, as he had known in advance that Zhang Fei would assign all the matters to him.
Seeing that they didn't believe him, Zhang Fei said, "It's just a joke. I have a lot of things to do. I will assign tasks for the charity foundation and contact the court, but the specific tasks will be carried out by Fan Dalang. Otherwise, I really can't handle it."
This explanation put everyone at ease.
They were afraid that Zhang Fei would set a trap and just give up. With their abilities, they simply couldn't continue playing this game.
But in the past month, Zhang Fei has been extremely busy. From contacting the imperial court to opening a workshop, Zhang Fei has been running around for everything and he is really too busy to handle it all.
Not only that, during this period they also repeatedly questioned Zhang Fei's decisions.
For example, they have a lot of complaints about things like the football league and scholarships.
Believe that Zhang Fei is autocratic.
After all, it was the Song Dynasty, and the laws of our ancestors were deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Be prepared for events and control the twists and turns.
Then Zhang Fei will plan and Fan Zheng will execute. In this way, there will be no need to rely on Zhang Fei for everything, and at the same time, it can prevent Zhang Fei from monopolizing power and acting arbitrarily.
In comparison, they are more afraid of Zhang Fei. This kid's ideas are so wild and unpredictable that it is hard to figure them out. If they are not on guard, they might be sold out by him and still help him count money.
Although they all knew that Fan Zheng looked young and was not a good person, Fan Zheng was still more pragmatic. The key was that Baifanlou had a closer relationship with them and both sides understood each other better.
Soon, they reached a consensus on this issue and let Fan Zheng be the second-in-command.
In fact, the so-called second-in-command is the person who actually does the work.
The top leader is responsible for talking and going out for social events.
Zhang Fei did what he said and executed it immediately. He immediately passed the responsibility to Fan Zheng and left. You should discuss the personnel issues yourselves.
In fact, the first phase of the plan of the Great Song Charity Foundation has been fully arranged, and the next step is to start implementation. He really doesn't want to bother with this, and he doesn't have the energy to do so.
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When I got home, Xu Zhiqian and Gao Wenyin were both at home. The weather was getting colder, so the small brazier was already prepared. The two women were sitting by the stove, chatting animatedly.
"Saburo is back!"
When Gao Wenyin saw Zhang Fei, she immediately stood up.
"Sit down. Sit down."
Zhang Fei quickly pressed his hand, then quickly walked over and sat between the two women. "It's very cold here. Why don't you sit closer and squeeze in a little to keep warm?"
Xu Zhiqian gave him a coquettish roll of the eyes.
Gao Wenyin's face turned slightly red as she silently peeled an orange and handed it to Zhang Fei.
"Thank you, ma'am."
Zhang Fei took it and put half of it into his mouth, saying in a vague voice: "Hmm... So sweet...!"
Gao Wenyin said, "Don't eat so fast, be careful not to choke."
Zhang Fei swallowed it whole and let out a sigh, "Don't worry, Madam. I've gotten used to choking. Whenever I eat, I pour food into my mouth. My esophagus has become bigger. I'm really exhausted."
Hearing this, Xu Zhiqian couldn't help but feel guilty and said, "This is all my fault. I didn't help at all."
Originally, all matters of spending money were left to her, and she was full of confidence before. However, she did not expect that spending money was more difficult than making money.
The key was that Zhang Fei took action and got it done immediately.
This was a big blow to her confidence.
Zhang Fei smiled and said, "Zhi Qian, please don't say that. You two have helped me a lot."
Xu Zhiqian asked: "What big favor?"
Gao Wenyin also looked at Zhang Fei curiously, what does this have to do with me?
Zhang Fei said: "You didn't waste my energy, not even a drop, so I have been full of energy these days."
Xu Zhiqian said depressedly: "Although I didn't cause you any trouble, I also... I really didn't help you at all."
Adding to the chaos? Zhang Fei was also depressed, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "You silly woman, I can't even run away, and you still want to get involved."
Xu Zhiqian asked in surprise: "Can't run fast enough?"
"yes!"
Zhang Fei nodded, "I have handed over all the affairs of the Song Dynasty Charity Foundation to Fan Dalang."
"Why?"
Xu Zhiqian was very puzzled.
“I’m so tired!”
Zhang Fei said, "Why else? In the past six months, the only person I can see when I return home is my wife."
He goes out early and comes back late these days, and only Gao Wenyin waits for him every evening and tidies up for him early in the morning.
I haven't seen Xiaotao for several days.
Gao Wenyin understood this very well. She nodded and said, "Nowadays, our family is not short of money. There is no need to work so hard. Don't tire yourself out."
Zhang Fei chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Madam. I can stay at home with you this winter."
Gao Wenyin hurriedly said, "Sanlang, you misunderstood. I just hope that you can have a good rest and not tire yourself out. I don't want you to accompany me."
Zhang Fei said thoughtfully: "That's true. With you, how can I think about resting? I have to think about exercising all the time."
"sports?"
Gao Wenyin looked at Zhang Fei with confusion.
Zhang Fei chuckled and said, "Exercise together with my wife."
Xu Zhiqian was dissatisfied and said, "A man should have ambitions to go far and wide. How can he be afraid of hardship and suffering?"
Before he finished speaking, he heard a burst of laughter.
The three of them looked up and saw Xu Zun and a young man coming in.
It was Yan Jidao.
"Mr. Yan?"
Xu Zhiqian said in surprise.
Zhang Fei looked at Xu Zhiqian with a depressed look on his face, and cursed in a low voice: "You have a bad mouth."
"Daddy! Mr. Yan!"
Xu Zhiqian bowed gracefully and asked, "Dad, how did you come back with Mr. Yan?"
Xu Zun chuckled and said, "I just met him outside the door. Uncle Yuan came here specifically to look for Zhang San. I was worried that he was not here. He has been very busy recently."
Zhang Fei then walked over and bowed to the two of them.
Yan Jidao returned the greeting with a bow and took out a book. "This is some of my father's poems that I have compiled recently. I have also referred to Sanlang's suggestions in the compilation of the content, but I don't know if it is feasible. I hope Sanlang can give me some advice."
The Yan family had already signed a publishing contract with an authentic bookstore. Zhang Fei suggested at the time that Yan Jidao write some short stories for some of the poems to increase their interest and also add some water to them.
These few dry poems were printed in a short time. Besides, who can't recite Yan Shu's poems?
This requires innovation.
Originally, Zhang Fei wanted Yan Jidao to participate in the production, but after Yan Jidao met Hou Donglai and others, he decided to write it himself, as none of the genuine bookstores were reliable.
Xu Zhiqian knew about it, but Xu Zun did not, and could not help but look at Zhang Fei in astonishment.
My son-in-law is capable of this?
How come I don’t know.
He completely forgot that Zhang Fei once shocked Baifan Tower with a poem and won the heart of a beautiful woman.
Because Zhang Fei had written several articles in the news newspaper before, which left a deep impression on people's minds, Xu Zun agreed very much with Xu Zhiqian's point of view, and that poem was mostly copied by Zhang Fei.
Taking Yan Shu's poems and discussing them with Zhang Fei is like taking peonies to feed cows!
Zhang Fei also noticed Xu Zun's eyes. He took it awkwardly and said, "Mr. Yan, I am not very knowledgeable. How about letting my father-in-law take a look first?"
Yan Jidao hurriedly bowed and said, "It would be great if Mr. Xu could give me some advice."
Xu Zun was embarrassed. "I dare not, I dare not. Yan Gong's poems are not something that we ordinary people can discuss. But I would like to appreciate them. Is that okay?"
Yan Jidao hurriedly said, "Please come in, Mr. Xu."
Xu Zun then took it with both hands, looking very excited.
Who doesn't love Yan Shu's poems and articles?
Compared with Yan Shu, Xu Zunruo was not up to the standard. He sat beside the brazier excitedly and watched carefully.
Xu Zhiqian also quietly moved behind Xu Zun and started watching together.
Gao Wenyin poured them a pot of hot food.
"Thank you!"
Yan Jidao stood up and bowed.
Gao Wenyin felt flattered. After all, the people who usually came here were either Cao Dongdong or Ma Xiaoyi. Those two brats basically squatted on chairs. They were not as polite as Yan Jidao. She returned the greeting with fear and trepidation, and then stood next to Zhang Fei.
Zhang Fei glanced at her and whispered, "Why are you standing? Sit down."
Gao Wenyin just kept shaking her head.
Zhang Fei was also helpless. Although he was fascinated by Gao Wenyin's thoughtful care, he really didn't like Gao Wenyin lowering her status too much. Li Si and Xiao Tao were both carefree in the mansion, acting like the masters.
"Good! It's really well written!"
Xu Zun suddenly exclaimed in amazement, and couldn't help but look at Yan Ji and said, "Shu Yuan's talent is probably no less than that of Mr. Yan."
Xu Zhiqian also looked at Yan Jidao with a hint of admiration.
It turns out that Yan Jidao also wrote some lyrics to annotate his father's lyrics.
Just these words can kill Xu Zun tens of thousands of times in seconds.
There is absolutely no comparison.
In fact, Xu Zun's articles were also very well written, otherwise he would not have passed the imperial examination. But compared with these "hooligans", he really was... bringing humiliation upon himself!
This can really only be described as talent.
Yan Jidao hurriedly said, "Mr. Xu, you are too kind. My words are still far from those of my father."
Xu Zun stroked his beard and said, "Perhaps I am just a little too ignorant and incompetent to tell who is better."
"Where! Where!"
Yan Jidao bowed and glanced at Zhang Fei again.
Xu Zun quickly handed the book to Zhang Fei, "Zhang San, take a look."
"yes!"
Zhang Fei took it.
Xu Zhiqian whispered: "Zhang San, do you understand?"
Zhang Fei was also honest and shrugged, "I don't know either."
He flipped through it casually, then glanced at Yan Jidao, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.
Yan Jidao hurriedly said, "If there is anything wrong with Sanlang, please point it out."
I was also surprised, how could you see the problem just by being so casual?
Xu Zun also looked at Zhang Fei in surprise.
Zhang Fei said to Yan Ji again: "Mr. Yan, remember what I said at the beginning, write some short stories and Mr. Yan's mood at the time, and even combine it with the current politics at the time."
Yan Jidao nodded and said, "That's what I wrote."
"You are not."
"...?"
Yan Jidao looked at Zhang Fei in confusion.
Zhang Fei said: "Stories are not articles, and narration is not poetry. It is best to write in popular sentences."
Yan Jidao asked: "Why?"
Xu Zun and his daughter looked at Zhang Fei in confusion.
Zhang Fei explained: "In fact, my father-in-law has already pointed out the problem just now."
Xu Zun pointed at Zhang Fei anxiously and said, "Don't talk nonsense, kid."
Literati are very concerned about such things. If word spread that Xu Zun criticized Yan Shu's poems, people from Yan's family might come to ask for advice.
Zhang Fei said: "Don't be surprised, father-in-law. I mean, just now, father-in-law was also deeply attracted by Mr. Yan's words."
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Xu Zhiqian interrupted and said, "That's because Mr. Yan's lyrics are very well written."
"But who owns this collection of poems?" Zhang Fei asked.
Xu Zhiqian said, "It belongs to Lord Yan."
“That’s the truth.”
Zhang Fei said: "This collection of poems lacks a sense of hierarchy. Mr. Yan's poems and articles are so well written that they do not stand out."
Yan Jidao said hurriedly: "Sanlang is wrong. How can my poems and articles overshadow my father's brilliance?"
"Even if they are close, they are not acceptable."
Zhang Fei said: "This is a personal collection of poems, and the core is Mr. Yan, so we must highlight Mr. Yan's talent, character, experience and ideals. However, Mr. Yan's poems and articles are too personal, which makes it difficult for readers to fully immerse themselves in Mr. Yan's talent.
Mr. Yan can write some words, but they can only be used for embellishment and cannot become the theme of the content.
When I print it, I will also give it a rich sense of hierarchy. For example, I will use a thinner font for Yan Gong’s poems, a bolder font for the narration stories, and the smallest font for the annotations.
Because our goal is to let readers read about Yan Gong’s talent, character, romance, and political ideas, not just his poems.”
Xu Zun nodded slightly after hearing this.
When Zhang Fei said this, he suddenly recalled that when he was reading this book just now, every word in it was written in a stunning way, and he was even attracted by Yan Jidao's talent.
Because Yan Shu's poems were already famous, everyone except Li Qingzhao was impressed by them. Although Yan Jidao was also a child prodigy like Yan Shu, he was not very famous now and was still a rookie. This would actually make people's eyes light up.
Yan Jidao also immediately understood the reason behind it and hurriedly bowed and said, "Thank you for your advice, Sanlang. I will go back and make changes immediately."
Zhang Fei added: "Actually, Mr. Yan can write according to my standards."
"What's your standard?" Yan Jidao asked in surprise.
Zhang Fei nodded and said, "That's the standard I can understand."
Yan Jidao asked foolishly: "Sanlang...don't you understand?"
Zhang Fei shook his head and said, "To be honest, I don't quite understand it."
Xu Zhiqian chuckled.
Xu Zun couldn't help but laugh.
You said so much, but you didn't understand it at all.
Yan Jidao smiled and said, "As the saying goes, there must be a teacher among three people. Sanlang's talent is not in poetry and prose. I heard that Sanlang will go to the Imperial Academy to give lectures soon."
Gao Wenyin looked at Zhang Fei in surprise.
Her literary attainments were not much different from Zhang Fei's. The Imperial College was the highest institution of learning in the Song Dynasty.
Zhang Fei actually wanted to go to the Imperial College to give lectures.
Zhang Fei said awkwardly: "Who told you this, Mr. Yan?"
Xu Zun chuckled and said, "Who else could it be? It must be Sima Junshi who said that."
Zhang Fei said awkwardly: "I just went there to talk about litigation, it has nothing to do with poetry and prose."
Yan Jidao bowed and said, "If there is a chance, I will definitely go and listen to the lecture."
"This...well...you're really forcing someone to do something they shouldn't be doing!" Zhang Fei blushed.
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