Chapter 212: Wine as a Deed

"An Guohou's words are wrong,"

Sima Guang hurriedly said: "According to the contract, Mr. Wang and I only need to be responsible for the editorial review of the news department, and even if there are additional obligations, it is only for the external activities organized by the editorial department. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 infoIf we are to be in charge of the new column at the same time, An Guohou should pay the salary of the editor of the new column to the two of us. ā€

Lelin couldn't refute that. She had just said a lot of reasons for abiding by the contract, how could she go back on her word?

To her surprise, Sima Guang immediately thought of using the contract as a shield. The person who can fight against Wang Anshi in Xining's change of law is really unusual.

"Master Sima is right, it was the younger generation who was negligent. ā€

Seeing that "Le Lang" was deflated, Sima Guang was in a good mood. However, the most pleasant thing is to be able to attack the shield of the son with the spear of the son.

However, after thinking about it, he couldn't help but make a sudden break in his heart - if there was no contract with clear rights and responsibilities, this matter would be difficult to shirk.

The contract limits their obligations, but it also protects their rights.

In a trance, he couldn't help but look at Wang Anshi beside him. Wang Anshi seemed to be pondering, probably feeling his gaze, and as soon as he raised his head, he met Sima Guang's gaze.

The two looked at each other and knew that they had both thought of going together.

The spirit of contract may be more meaningful than they imagined.

……

Le Lin pondered for a moment.

It doesn't work.

Helplessly, "Bianjing Small Magazine" has reached the point where it can't make ends meet, how can it afford to have one more editor?

So, she stubbornly said: "Since this is the case, I have to go into battle in person." ā€

As soon as the words fell, they aroused the doubts of several people present-

"You?!"

Even Chai Jue, who wanted to prevent Ouyang Xiu from joining the editorial department, couldn't help frowning, and whispered to Le Lin: "Le Lang, have you heard clearly? Liu Ge Lao said that the new column is to publish articles on history and scriptures......

"I know. Le Lin disagreed: "Don't forget, I'm 'Mr. Shuren', and my popularity is no worse than that of several other editors and authors." ā€

As soon as these words came out, except for the core members of the editorial department, everyone else was stunned.

"He's Mr. Treeman?"

Ge Mincai couldn't help but turn his head sideways, and asked Su Shi beside him repeatedly: "An Guohou turned out to be 'Mr. Shuren'?"

Su Shi was also surprised: "Juniors...... The younger generation also heard about it for the first time. ā€

"'Mr. Shuren's argument is novel and unique, which is consistent with An Guohou's remarks. Chen Wei felt unexpected and reasonable: "I said earlier, how can a person with such a quick mind as An Guohou be a 'straw bag'? ā€

Ge Mincai's gaze at "Le Lang" became more and more meaningless, and his eyes shone with shrewdness.

……

Over there, Wen Yanbo couldn't help but sneer: "So, dare to ask'Mr. Shuren', which one do you know from the subset of history?"

Le Lin naturally didn't get through, but she didn't want to fall behind like this, so she insisted on: "No matter which one you pass, you don't have to work hard, my article "On 'The People Can Make It, Not Make It Known'", to this day, is still one of the most 'liked' articles on the message board, which is enough to prove that I can do it." ā€

"You only have that one that can barely be related to the new column, and it's okay for 'Mr. Shuren' to write "The Story of the Three Kingdoms" to coax the illiterate, and you still don't want to be able to talk about history. ā€

Wen Yanbo was clear about "his" absence from class at the official school, and fought back unceremoniously.

Even if Le Lin is not convinced, she really can't refute it.

Finally, it was Ouyang Xiu who came to play the round, and he asked with a gentle smile: "An Guohou insists on letting the members of the editorial department take charge of the new column, but is there anything unspeakable? As the saying goes, 'one person counts short, two people count long', and you may be able to find a solution. ā€

Lelin looked at him and thought about it for a moment.

She intuitively felt that this Lord Ouyang had no bad intentions, and seeing that he was familiar with Liu Xin and Wen Yanbo, she would not be a bad person.

Besides, instead of hiding from them, it is better to talk about them.

"Lord Ouyang is right, the juniors are indeed in trouble. Le Lin sighed lightly: "The juniors insist on letting the members of the editorial department take charge of the new columns, not because they question the talent of Lord Ouyang, but because the "Bianjing Journal" is currently suffering a slight loss on the books, and the juniors can no longer pay Lord Ouyang the same salary as Lord Sima and Mr. Wang......"

"Loss?"

Wen Yanbo said in disbelief: "How can you lose money after making so much money from advertising auctions?"

Le Lin said angrily: "The advertising auction has made a lot of money, but your salary is also a lot. ā€

Everyone didn't know how to answer for a while.

Although Chai Jue has recently negotiated a large amount of sponsorship of the company's activities, he does not want Liu Xin to involve "Le Lang" in the affairs of the court, so he does not say about it.

Liu Xin on the other end stared at Chai Jue for a while, and he didn't know what his intentions were, so he didn't move and was silent.

"Everyone, please rest assured," Le Lin couldn't bear to see everyone worried about the loss, and said with relief: "The purpose of 'no trivial matter in the people's livelihood' of Bianjing Xiaokan will never change, the right of editors to review will not be affected by the financial situation of the magazine, and the commitment of 'editorial independence' is protected by contract."

"More importantly, the loss is temporary, and His Royal Highness and I will work hard to open up the sales channels of the "Bianjing Minor Magazine" and turn the loss into a profit as soon as possible. ā€

She bowed her hand to Ouyang Xiu again and said sincerely: "Lord Ouyang, although the juniors don't have the money to hire you as an editor for the time being, I will keep the editor position of this new column for you. ā€

Ouyang Xiu looked at "Le Lang" with a smile. He truly appreciates this straightforward and assertive young man.

"He" is a teenager who is incompatible with Bianjing.

But this kind of temperament can only be cultivated in an atmospheric and tolerant place like Bianjing.

"An Guohou," Ouyang Xiu asked, "I heard that 'Maqiu Wine' is your mansion's industry?"

Le Lin didn't know what he wanted, and frowned, "Yes...... However, the surplus of 'horse fur wine' still needs to be used elsewhere in the house. ā€

The money earned by "Ma Qiu Wine", she will be thrown into a huge "gold-absorbing black hole".

Ouyang Xiu was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "An Guohou misunderstood, I didn't mean that." ā€œ

"Huh?"

"I'm a greedy cup, and money is not as attractive to me as good wine. ā€

Lelin looked at him puzzled.

I only heard Ouyang Xiu say: "An Guohou asked me to drink Ma Qiu wine as much as I wanted every month, as the salary of the new column editor, okay?"

Drink horse fur wine at will?

Lelin breathed a sigh of relief.

Why is this difficult? Ma Qiu wine is such a strong wine, even if he drinks it with his belly open, he can't drink much.

"Thanks to Lord Ouyang's understanding, the juniors are very grateful, that ...... For the time being, I will draft the contract according to your suggestion, and when the small journal has a stable surplus, the junior will immediately renegotiate the regular salary with Lord Ouyang. ā€

Ouyang Xiu waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay, just have Ma Qiu wine." ā€

"There is enough to drink," Liu Xin joked: "He really deserves to be a 'drunkard'." ā€

"'Drunkard'?"

Le Lin muttered in her heart-

Ouyang ......

Drunkard......

"Are you Ouyang Xiu?!"

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