Second Mother, who followed her in, saw that An Jingzhi was not surprised at all after hearing what Xie Yingfeng said, so she asked, "Jingzhi, do you know what's going on with this money?"
Xie Yingfeng also stopped muttering and asked, "What?"
Seeing that both of them were looking at him curiously, An Jingzhi calmly explained, "Didn't you attend the Franco-American ambassador's banquet a few days ago? At the banquet, I mentioned the outstanding payment for military uniforms from our textile factory."
"Just then, a government official nearby heard it. The man said he would help me get the money back. I was wondering if he had forgotten about it after so many days."
After hearing this, Er Niang immediately understood what was going on. She said, "The money has been owed for several years, how could he suddenly say he wants to pay it back and give an extra 10% as compensation?"
If the people in the National Government were really so kind, their textile factory would not have been forced to the point of bankruptcy. If Jing had not opened a newspaper office behind her, the textile factory would probably be gone now.
Xie Yingfeng slapped his thigh and said, "Hey! I was saying that! I thought they really had a change of heart and wanted to collect our money."
"Sister, do those people still have any conscience?" Er Niang asked.
"Jingzhi," she said, turning around and saying, "Can we accept this money? Will there be any trouble?"
An Jingzhi smiled and said, "Don't worry, Auntie and Auntie, just take this money peacefully. It's what we should have taken."
"Besides, the Fran Ambassador also knows about this. It's not just my son bragging. My son's reputation is no longer the one that they could manipulate at will."
Over the years, he has been constantly building up momentum for himself and even attended banquets hosted by the Fran ambassador, all in order to gain a firm foothold in the upper circles and avoid being passively beaten.
To appease the two, he said, "Everyone in the government knows that I am a guest of the French ambassador. Given their moral character, these people wouldn't dare to act recklessly. Just keep this money."
With An Jingzhi's explanation, the two of them indeed relaxed visibly.
"That's good, that's good." Xie Yingfeng said a few words, and then she found an article on An Jingzhi's desk. She apologized:
"Ah! Jingzhi is writing an article? Look at me," she slapped her forehead, "I rushed in to talk to you about this. Did I disturb you?"
As he said this, he hurriedly pulled Er Niang, who was standing beside him, and wanted to go out and close the door.
An Jingzhi quickly raised his hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay. I haven't officially started writing yet."
"That's good, that's good. Your mother and I won't bother you anymore. Just continue writing."
…
The two of them walked to a place a little further away from An Jingzhi's study. Xie Yingfeng couldn't help but put her hands on her hips and laughed out loud: "Hahahaha, these days are really getting more and more promising. Even high-ranking officials have to bow down to us women who they look down upon."
When Xie Yingfeng thought of the officials who came to repay the money today with a slightly flattering look on their faces, he felt relieved.
Er Niang on the side couldn't help but laugh. They had come to the door many times before to ask for money, which was obviously what they deserved, but the other party made them feel like beggars.
Now it has become the case that the other party has to give all the money voluntarily and also give an extra 10%.
"When those people came to visit us today, they said that we owed money because someone was corrupt," Er Niang said. "That's just talk, but if it weren't for Jing Zhi, we wouldn't have gotten our money back."
The old lady said, "Do you think I'm really stupid? They said that we didn't check at the time, so we owed money for so many years. Do you really think I would believe them?"
"I guess he said it specifically for Jingzhi to hear, and wanted us to pass it on to Jingzhi."
"Jingzhi must have known this in his heart," Erniang sighed, "This child has now become the man who supports our family."
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The science fiction article that An Jingzhi planned to write was based on future technology, so to him it was not science fiction, it was the future.
But just like the ancients hundreds of years ago looking at the present, Sanniang, who was one of the first people to see his manuscript, was shocked.
"Jingzhi, is there really a machine like this that can communicate across thousands of miles?"
"Can you still see each other?"
"This piece of iron that can understand human language gives me goosebumps."
After reading the article, Sanniang was silent for a while before sighing.
An Jingzhi said: "This is science fiction. Maybe, if our technology continues to develop, maybe one day we can reach the level of what I write."
"Just like the ancients hundreds of years ago, could they have imagined the situation today? Bustling with traffic, electricity and telephones."
"You're right," she said excitedly, thinking of the effect the article would have after it was published. "This article will definitely elevate Jingzhi's reputation to a higher level!"
Although this article is a science fiction novel, An Jingzhi also gave some directions. Sanniang didn't understand, and the most amazing thing was here.
If we continue researching in the direction given by An Jingzhi, perhaps these things will become a reality in a few decades.
The two talked for a while about the publication of this article, and finally decided to print it directly into a book and sell it together as a book and newspaper.
The book is directly divided into three volumes: upper, middle and lower. The upper volume is published first, and the middle volume will be sold after the newspaper catches up, and so on.
He didn't plan to sell this book only in China. His last attendance at Christophe's banquet reminded him that there was such a huge market abroad.
Using science fiction as a stepping stone is the most appropriate.
But doing business abroad is very different from doing business in China. You have to find reliable people to work with. Obviously, based on his current network of contacts, Christophe and his wife are the most suitable candidates.
A great writer with international appeal is definitely more influential than a writer who is only popular among the upper class in Shanghai.
"By the way, Jingzhi," Sanniang took out a manuscript that had been delivered today and pointed at the missing person notice on it and said, "Someone sent a missing person notice today and asked our newspaper to help publish it."
An Jingzhi took the paper, and Sanniang continued, "Doesn't it look a little strange? This missing person notice says they're looking for someone from Tongwu Village, Wu'an County, Yuchang City."
Sanniang looked a little puzzled. "I'm from Wu'an County. There's no place called Tongwu Village where we are."
"It's a small place, and if you're not a local, you might not notice anything strange."
"I only discovered it when I took a look at the manuscript they had arranged."
The so-called missing person notice is just a cover for underground activities, right?
An Jingzhi understood, "Don't worry about it, we're just responsible for publishing it."
An Jingzhi used his terrifying computing ability to immediately discover that the missing person notice was actually an address mixed with a password. He knew which faction it belonged to by looking at the familiar coding method. However, not wanting to get involved in politics, he chose not to see it.
"Okay." Sanniang asked this question because she was worried. After getting An Jingzhi's approval, she sent him away and continued to deal with the newspaper's affairs.
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