"Lord Sima is here too?"

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Chai Jue was a little stunned in his expression.

Sima Guangguan went to Dali Temple to comment, and Guozijian said directly, not to be busy with Liu Xin and Wen Yanbo about the "annual budget plan", but to come to Dongshuimen here to take care of the idle affairs of the staff dormitory of Babao Teahouse?

Wang Anshi knew it in his heart and said, "I guessed a long time ago that Sima Jun would not give up easily. ”

"Oh?" Chai Jue was curious: "Listen to what Mr. means, am I missing something?"

"Yesterday, An Guohou came to me and said an idea of 'housing accumulation fund'. ”

"'Housing Accrual'?"

Wang Anshi nodded and briefly explained the matter to him.

……

Over there, standing in front of a few plasterers, Sima Guang and Le Lin were arguing.

"Lord Sima personally agreed yesterday and said that he did not object to the 'housing accumulation fund', did he go back on his word after only one day?"

Le Lin was prepared, and asked rhetorically.

Sima Guang didn't come to find "Lelang" for the staff dormitory. However, when I got here, I accidentally saw the sketches that "he" handed over to the carpenters and plasterers, and found that this so-called dormitory was actually to share a latrine, bathhouse and stove room for every ten households.

"However, you didn't tell you yesterday that the design of the dormitory is like this! What is the use of buying a house without a latrine, a stove, or a bathhouse?"

Sima Guangzhi felt that he had been fooled, his eyes glared angrily, and his roar spread far away: "You are deceiving! It's a fraud, it's a fraud!"

"Where is there any deception among the juniors? The 'Housing Accumulation Fund' program is voluntary and not mandatory, and you feel that the dormitory is not satisfactory, with the high salary of Master Sima in the editorial department, Your Excellency's 'Housing Accumulation Fund' will not worry about not being able to buy a house in Bianjing. ”

Sima Guang choked.

Indeed, his monthly salary in the editorial department is 130 yuan, which is 1,560 yuan per year, and he withholds 10% and a half of his salary, and the owner subsidizes 10% and a half, making a total of 468 yuan per year. Nearly 500 yuan a year, accumulating for four or five years, even if it is a place with an inch of land in Bianjing, what kind of luxury house can't be bought?

In this situation, if he wants to argue, it seems that he is not greedy enough, and he does not know what to do.

It's just that Sima Guang really can't swallow this breath.

"You keep saying 'efficiency first, fairness first', and now you're clearly showing favor for those guys!"

Le Lin put her hands behind her and said confidently: "Speaking of which, when the juniors went home last night to think about it, they suddenly remembered a very important thing - although you editors are shareholders, you are only shareholders of "Bianjing Magazine", and you have no right to ask whether Babao Tea House and Babao Fast Food should build staff dormitories. ”

Sima Guang frowned.

"On that day, I invited you and Mr. Wang to attend the 'Financial Summary Conference', originally to let you know how poor the performance of the "Bianjing Magazine" was, so that you could be ashamed and courageous. I never thought that you were pulling around, pulling on this staff dormitory, this marquis was confused for a while, and he actually caught your way, and he was confused with you for so long......"

Le Lin's unceremonious words made Sima Guang's forehead bruise, his eyes were about to erupt with fire, he stretched out his hand and pointed at "him" tremblingly, and shouted: "Shut up!"

He muttered angrily: "Rotten wood cannot be carved, rotten wood cannot be carved!"

"Whether I am rotten wood that cannot be carved, or whether I am a son who can be taught, Master Sima should not worry about it...... In short, the construction of staff dormitories is not a matter of bothering the editors. ”

Sima Guang shook his head heavily, and even his long beard was about to fly. In vain, he was still upset about "him" in front of Wen Yanbo the day before yesterday, saying that "Le Lang is not stupid in nature, and can even be regarded as smart"...... Now it seems that it is a self-slap in the face!

"The 'Ding' and seven 'Gui' in your annual exam are not wronged at all, not at all!"

Le Lin was stunned for a moment, and her face turned red for a moment.

Although she doesn't care about the grades of government school, she has never gotten this kind of score from kindergarten to university. For a moment, I was ashamed.

and angry.

This Sima Guang, which pot is not opened! It is really hateful.

"Ben Hou thought about it, Babao Tea House and Babao Fast Food are Ben Hou's own industry, what kind of dormitory I like to build, what kind of dormitory I build...... However, I am not the only shareholder of Bianjing Xiaokan, and whether this 'housing accumulation fund' plan will be implemented in the editorial department will have to be voted on by all shareholders before it can be decided!"

Le Lin half-narrowed her eyes and grinned smugly at Sima Guang.

"You, you!" Sima Guang was angry, but he couldn't refute it.

In terms of emotion, reason, and law, "he" can't find fault with this approach.

Le Lin didn't think he was angry enough, and said with a grin: "Master Sima is right, Ben Hou is not only rotten wood that cannot be carved, but also stubborn and mischievous by nature, and I love to see others angry with me, but helpless, it's really funny!"

After that, she laughed and clapped her hands, as if she had watched a wonderful farce.

How could Sima Guang swallow this breath? He glared at "Le Lang," shook his hand vigorously, and was about to turn away.

But he was pulled by the sleeve.

"Brother Junshi. ”

It's Wang Anshi.

and Chai Jue behind him.

"An Guohou is young and competitive, so he must be just joking with you. Wang Anshi said in a round game.

Le Lin waved her hand again and again: "No, no, no, no, no, no!"

She frowned, and said solemnly: "I am 120,000 points serious, the 'housing accumulation fund' plan, involving the distribution of profits, if the "Bianjing Journal" expands in the future, recruiting more reporters and employees, and to extract half of the subsidy employees from the profits, then the share to the shareholders will be less, so it must be approved by the shareholders." ”

Sima Guang immediately replied: "If the share is less, it will be less, it doesn't matter! If the employees of the editorial department do not have a 'housing accumulation fund', it will be extremely unfair to the scholars! Presumably, all shareholders will agree to implement it." ”

He glanced at Wang Anshi with a slight unease, not quite sure if all shareholders would agree.

Wang Anshi avoided his gaze and didn't say a word.

Chai Jue unexpectedly cooperated: "What Lord Sima said is reasonable, I will vote." ”

Le Lin has no fear: "Even if other shareholders are on your side, it's useless." ”

"What do you mean?" asked Sima Guang in a stiff tone.

"You and Mr. Wang each have half of the profits," Le Lin counted with his fingers: "Lord Wen and Liu Ge Lao each have one percent, Chai Jue has two percent, you add up to only four percent of the profits, and this Hou Ye accounts for sixty percent, as long as I vote against it, it is useless for you to join forces." ”

Sima Guang pondered for a long time, and finally, swallowed a breath of life, sighed and sighed, and said: "There are no toilets, stoves, and baths in the staff dormitory, and the problem is not big, the most important thing is to have tiles to cover your head." In the editorial department, even the most junior reporters are not poorly paid, and according to the proportion of the 'housing accumulation fund', it is not difficult to buy a farm house in Bianjing......

"Well......" Le Lin smiled at the corner of her mouth, and couldn't hide her triumph: "For the sake of Lord Sima's great sentiments, this marquis will consider voting for it as appropriate." ”

Just when everyone thought it was over......

- "Hey, Lelang!"

A familiar voice came from the direction behind them.

Everyone looked back and saw that it was Wen Yanbo.

His carriage was parked not far away, and I don't know how long he had been standing there listening.

"The same trick, you kid want to use it twice in front of me?

Wen Yanbo said loudly as if jokingly.

……