If it were on weekdays, facing Liu Xin, Wen Yanbo, and Sima Guang, the imperial court officials of the current dynasty, Shi Chang would be sincerely afraid, and he would feel inferior in his heart. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, after reading the "Summary of Chongning's Seventeenth Annual Financial Situation" today, his waist unconsciously straightened.

"Back to the words of my lords, the operating income of Babao Tea House this year is 5,235 yuan, and the income of Babao fast food is 2,213 yuan. Excluding expenses such as store renovation, staff salaries and food purchases, the profit was 2,350 and 1,830 respectively. ”

Shi Chang's attitude was modest, not slow, but there was uncontrollable pride in his tone.

Le Lin asked, "Of the five institutions in the report, what are their profit rankings?"

"First and second, respectively. ”

After speaking, Shi Chang grinned at Sima Guang.

Oh, the officials and gentlemen are rich and wealthy, but when it comes to doing business and trading, it should be that these shopkeepers are more knowledgeable.

Sima Guang's pupils shrank, faintly displeased. Because of his identity, he didn't want to worry about Shi Chang as a white ding.

At this time, Lelin deliberately asked him: "Master Sima, dare to ask what is the surplus of "Bianjing Magazine"?"

Sima Guang knew that "he" was knowingly asking, so he naturally refused to answer.

The atmosphere was awkwardly silent.

Wang Anshi sighed secretly and replied, "There is no surplus. ”

"With the current labor expenditure, there is no surplus," Le Lin followed the conversation, looked at Sima Guang and asked, "If we continue to increase the number of people, won't the loss be even more?"

"Leave this account aside," Sima Guang did not relent: "What about next year's 'profit budget'?"

He turned to two pages of the "Chongning 18th Annual Plan and Budget."

"Since Babao Tea House and Babao Fast Food have a lot of surpluses this year, why are their 'profit budgets' in next year's plan even less than this year's, only 1,500 and 900 yuan. However, under the premise of losing money and no new employees joining, the "profit budget" of "Bianjing Xiaokan" next year will reach as much as 1,000 yuan."

Sima Guang Zhenzhen has words, and there is no hidden reproach in his words.

- "'Profit Budget'?"

Liu Xin asked curiously, "What is the new thing?"

Wang Anshi happened to sit next to him and explained to him in detail: "It is one of the financial reports, with the analysis of current income, expenses, profits and other matters, to formulate a plan for the future. ”

Liu Xin suddenly realized: "I see, it's ......"

Wang Anshi smiled slightly, his eyes shining: "The focus of the 'budget' of this meeting is to agree on the profit target for the coming year. At a later date, there will be long-term deliberations on how money will be obtained, allocated and used. ”

He is very appreciative of the idea of "budget" - there is a cloud in "The Book of Rites: The Mean": "Everything is prepared to stand, and if it is not prepared, it is wasted." ”

It is necessary to have a clear outlook so that things can have a future.

Liu Xin also bowed slightly, took a sip of tea slowly, and looked at "Lelang".

"Lord Sima,"

In the face of Sima Guang's questioning, Le Lin's demeanor did not change, and said calmly: "Regarding this point, there is a clear statement in the 'fixed asset investment budget' - next year, Babao Tea House and Babao Fast Food will build dormitories for men. Almost all of this year's profits will be invested in the opening of the new branch on Qinglong Street, so the projected income for next year will need to be used to pay for the construction of the dormitory...... It is understandable that the expected profit of Babao Tea House and fast food next year will be slightly lower. ”

"When it comes to building a dormitory, this official should ask An Guohou carefully!"

Sima Guang slapped it on the table, and his voice was not loud, but everyone present felt his indignation: "Even the guys of Babao Fast Food can get a dormitory, why don't we editors and reporters have it?"

Lelin was stunned by his question.

Not only her, but even Wang Anshi looked at Sima Guang in astonishment.

Chai Jue, who had been silent, also frowned lightly and looked at Sima Guang in confusion.

"That's because you all already have a house to live in......," Le Lin replied to him, "and no matter how many of you adults have already served in the capital, all the reporters are also from the capital, and even Mr. Wang, who lived on the outskirts of the city before, has also bought a house in the south of the city with the salary of an editor." ”

She paused, and said solemnly: "But what about the guys of Babao Teahouse and Babao Fast Food, most of them live in the suburbs of the city, or under the fence of the capital...... However, Bianjing's house often costs dozens or even hundreds of yuan, and even if they don't eat or drink for a lifetime, they may not be able to afford it. ”

Hearing this, Wang Anshi and Shi Chang nodded again and again.

Le Lin persuaded again: "The junior is just within the scope of his ability, so that my buddy can barely live and work in peace." Besides, the dividends of the editors have not been used, so why should Lord Sima care......"

"Is this official concerned about just a few dormitories?"

Sima Guang interrupted "him" violently and said solemnly: "What I mind is the word 'fairness'!"

Wang Anshi couldn't help but ask: "Everyone has a place to stay, how can it be unfair?"

"If everyone has a place to live is called 'fair', then it is better to gather all the houses in Bianjing together and distribute them equally to everyone, wouldn't this be the most 'fair'?!"

Without thinking about it, after retorting sharply, Sima Guang realized that the person who asked him was Wang Anshi, and he was surprised.

He looked at the other party fixedly, took a breath, and finally said, "Jiefu, only the result is fair, not fair!"

With this sentence alone, as smart as Wang Anshi, he has already noticed the differences in thinking between the two.

In the corner, the sandalwood is about to burn out.

Wisps of white smoke wafted from the delicate oven.

Sometimes it's like a streamer, sometimes it's like a thread......

Smoke enveloped the two of them like a veil of fog.

Wang Anshi's eyes gradually darkened, and he asked in a solemn tone: "According to what you said, what is fairness?"

"If you want to build a dormitory, then whether it is the Babao Teahouse, the editorial department or the people of Yucai Restaurant...... No, I have to add that the size of the dormitory should be distributed according to the proportion of salary - the higher the salary, the bigger and more spacious the dormitory!"

Wang Anshi's expression stiffened slightly, his heart was hot, he clenched his fists, frowned and asked: "According to your approach, in the long run, won't the gap between the poor and the rich become bigger and bigger!"

"Mencius said: 'If you are poor, you will be good to yourself, and if you are good, you will help the world'. Brother Junshi has reached the realm, so he should think about helping the world, why is he rich and has no one else?

Sima Guang met Wang Anshi's questioning gaze without fear, and a strong regret appeared in his heart.

During the time of working together in the editorial department, he admired Wang Anshi's talent and respected his character more and more.

He was very willing to have a heart-to-heart relationship with Wang Anshi.

However, at this moment, Sima Guang found a chasm between the two.

Like-minded, disagreeable.

This is the most regrettable thing in the world.

"To help the world, there must also be appropriate methods. ”

After pondering for a while, Sima Guang spoke.

The moment the words fell, he immediately regretted it again.

It's going to be a no-win debate.

However, even so, he still has to make his point of view.

The gentleman is harmonious and different, which is his trust and respect for Wang Anshi.

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