While everyone was in ecstasy, Fang Zheng turned around and whispered to Xie Xian, "You will also arrange the bonus."
"The money will be drawn from the county."
Xie Xianyi replied in a low voice: "Master, this doesn't make sense. Is it just a waste to support such a group of people?"
"Don't worry, you will start making money later!"
The treatment of journalists must be improved.
The responsibilities they will shoulder in the future will be heavier than they are now.
Your Majesty intends to establish the Imperial Guard, and there is a high probability that I will not be able to escape.
But Fang Zheng thought about it and felt that it was quite beautiful. After all, which man doesn't want to be a Jinyiwei?
Wearing a flirtatious Feiyu suit and carrying an embroidered spring sword, she casually strolls on the street, as if she is looking up to the sky.
At that time, I went to the capital city just like I went back to the county! Anyone who dared to show off to me would be torn away!
It's just that the price is a bit high. Once you become a Jinyiwei, you are destined to have no friends and all officials are afraid of you.
Although my reputation in the court is a little bad now, it doesn’t matter.
The fundamental interests of all officials do not conflict with his own.
She and the prince are as close as one brother, and everyone can see that she has a bright future.
As long as everyone can save face, there will always be a day when we can have good relationships!
After all, we are all adults, there is no need to fight over trivial matters.
I originally planned to build relationships with court officials after returning from the disaster relief in Jianjiang.
Thinking about the possibility of becoming a Jinyiwei, forget it! Keep playing badly!
So as to avoid being unable to take action even though the relationship is good.
As for the reporters...are they still reporters? They are my intelligence network in Beijing! They will be useful sooner or later!
The reporters were bombarded with a bunch of good news and were so happy that they didn't know what to do.
Shen Yi was still calm, but after being happy, he had to consider a practical issue.
He sighed, bowed to Fang Zheng, and said, "Master Fang...there is something that Shen Yi finds hard to talk about."
Everyone quieted down and looked at Shen Yi.
"No problem, go ahead."
Shen Yi hesitated for a moment: "The autumn exam is approaching, and students...will need time to prepare for the exam if they want to take it. I'm afraid I'm no longer able to take on the responsibilities of a reporter."
Fang Zheng nodded slightly.
This had been anticipated, but it was unclear how many of the dozens of people in the newspaper office would participate.
Fang Zhengyi glanced around the room and said, "How many people are going to take part in the Autumn Examination?"
More than a dozen people stood up silently.
These people are considered the backbone of the newspaper. If they were all withdrawn, it would probably have a great impact on the newspaper.
Originally, it was thought that increasing bonuses and salaries would reduce the willingness of some people to take part in the autumn examination.
I didn’t expect that what should be stopped could not be stopped.
After all, this is the result of ten years of hard study, and it is the dream of all scholars, and Fang Zhengyi can understand it.
After a moment of silence, Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Good! Very good! You can continue to study. The position of reporter will always be reserved for you."
"Besides, you can also study in a newspaper office!"
"I've decided! I'll spend some more money to build a library next to the newspaper office! For you to study or look up information."
"The library will have a comprehensive collection of books, and all the writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstones will be free!"
"If you are tired of studying, you can come to the newspaper office to help out!"
"Then I would like to congratulate you on your high school graduation in advance!"
Tears in my eyes!
What other reaction could I have at this moment except tears?
Shen Yi and the reporters’ vision was blurred, with tears in their eyes.
As journalists who have visited disaster areas, they have become accustomed to the sufferings in the world and the evil nature of human nature.
But now Lord Fang has appeared, and he treats me no worse than my parents.
Dormitories were built to make life more convenient, and to make food better, we were able to have meat for every meal and get our own meals.
Now, a library has been specially built for us to read good books.
There is still true love in this world!
At this moment, Fang Zhengyi exuded endless light in the eyes of the reporters.
Warm and dazzling.
In response, Fang Zhengyi just smiled faintly: "Okay, everyone just work in peace."
"Those who want to take part in the autumn examination can go home and study directly. I will be happy if you pass. If you fail, there will always be a place for you when you return to the newspaper. You can just keep taking the exam again!"
"In short, the newspaper is your home, so do your best!"
"Thank you, Mr. Fang!" All the reporters shouted in unison, their blood boiling, and they threw themselves into their frantic work.
Fang Zhengyi pulled Xie Xian to the corner.
Xie Xian immediately asked: "Master, are you really going to build a library? A library is easy to say, but it's not cheap to have a good collection of books..."
"Build it! The books in the library must be complete, and we must also build an archive room."
"We should collect all the rare and unique copies, manuscripts, and classic interpretations by famous authors, and give them the best conditions."
When Fang Zhengyi said this, he looked around like a thief.
There was no one else except Li Yuanzhao who was sitting not far away with a helpless look in his eyes.
He leaned close to Xie Xian's ear and whispered, "Print more books about our county and put them in the most conspicuous place so that they can see them at first sight."
"Oh, yes, insert a few more books under the categories of classics and scriptures..."
"What book?" Xie Xian was a little confused.
"That young woman... Attic Spring... Long-legged sister... Get them all! Go back and get the illustrations printed for the books that don't have illustrations! Let them see!"
Xie Xian's face suddenly fell.
He is also a scholar, and he knows very well what scholars are thinking.
What the master did was extremely immoral, it was no less than digging up someone's ancestral grave!
Xie Xian endured it for a while and finally couldn't hold it back: "Master, what we did is too unkind. God rewards hard work. They have worked hard for more than ten years just for this day."
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