That night, after the dinner at the official residence of the Executive Office, Li Qiwang, director of the secretary's office, personally sent Tortoise Meng to the oldest guest house in Killing Dragon Harbor to stay.

"Sir, would you like some sobering tea?"

Lan Caishi whispered to the drunken Tortoise Meng, an eighty-year-old man, once he drank high, he felt that he would die at any time.

Just didn't wait for Lan Caishi to react, he saw the bad old man sit up suddenly, then wiped his face, picked up the cool white open on the coffee table, and poured a breath of "tons and tons".

"Do you want to pour Lao Tzu wine? When Lao Tzu was mixing rivers and lakes in Suzhou, these stupid eggs hadn't even grown their hair yet, my mother......"

The scolding Tortoise Meng sat down on the sofa and said, "Xiaolan, go and bring my diary, I want to write a diary." ”

“……”

"Go, what are you doing in a daze?"

"Oh."

The decoration of the hotel is relatively simple, very with a bit of Suzhou garden style, which was originally the property of the son of Li Daoxing, the first governor of Jiaozhou.

After all, it was not called Kill Dragon Harbor originally, because of the whaling industry and shark fin production, and now the Donggang Wharf of Kill Dragon Port, also known as "Shayu Port", Shatong Shark, was once in Donggang Wharf, and it was also placed in the county for more than ten or twenty years.

But that was all around 60 years ago, and in more than 200 years, everything has changed.

It's just that the hotel still maintains the style of the former guest house, rockeries, courtyards, camphor trees, and acacia flowers are all things that the son of Li Daoxing, the governor of Jiaozhou, likes.

"Sir, Diary."

"Hmm."

Nodding, Tortoise Meng bit off the pen, opened the diary, and then wrote down the day's feelings on it: Today is another good weather, I have probably never met the weather I don't like, people in the world, there are many likes and dislikes, I should not be an exception, but after thinking about it, there is nothing to dislike it, I think, probably because I am very rich.

“……”

Lan Caishi, who was making tea on the side, just glanced at the content, and almost broke his waist at a young age.

This bad old man is not just bad!

It's just bad!

Keep a diary?!

Serious people who write a diary?!

However, at the thought of pointing at this bad old man, Lan Caishi had to take a deep breath to calm his impulsive and depressed mood.

It's too bad, it's really too bad.

"Alas......"

On the sofa, Tortoise Meng sighed, closed the diary, and looked at the ceiling with heavy eyes, "In my life, if I can be like Zhang Zi, a few princesses for many days, it will be happy." ”

Bang dang!

Lan Caishi's hand slipped in the end, and the teacup of Gaiwan tea fell directly on the coffee table, and then grunted a few times, and fell to the ground, fortunately, there is a carpet in the room, which is a specialty of Guannan Province, and the ancient Persian technique is used, and the color is very exotic.

"Hairy, how can you come out to do things with me like this?"

“……”

"There are a few dinners tomorrow, you can help me deal with it."

"Yes."

"All the section chiefs and below have been pushed."

"Yes."

"It's a fart, push and push, you can go to dinner on my behalf."

"Huh?"

"Ahhhh Small money is not money, eat a card to take, we can't card, can't take it yet? ”

“……”

"You have no future like this, you know?"

“……”

The bad old man is bad, and rightfully so, and you blame me?!

Lan Caishi's face was depressed, but he also had a little expectation in his heart, the dinner in Longgang shouldn't be much worse than Jiaozhou, right?

When he was in Jiaozhou, Lan Caishi also took a few handicrafts, all of which were gilded.

Here in Kill Longgang, it is more prosperous than Jiaozhou, and the future can be expected.

Thinking about it from another angle, Lan Caishi's mood is also a lot better, having a meal with the head snake of Killing Longgang, and then contacting and contacting feelings, and then doing some private work, isn't it easy?

He thought about it, he had to take down the book "Concierge Qin Dalang".

If you take it out yourself, Jiaozhou, Guangzhou, Quanzhou, Hangzhou, Suzhou, just these five places, 20,000 copies in one place, that is 100,000 copies, even if each book earns a dime of silver, it is 10,000 silver in total.

There are other expenses, counting the favors, if you cut out the eight thousand, there are still two thousand left.

Now the bad old man's salary for him is fifteen yuan a month, plus the boss gives him another five yuan a month in subsidies and hardship expenses, twenty yuan a month, two hundred and four a year.

Two thousand yuan to be ten years smaller!

This business must be done!

"Concierge Qin Dalang" must be won!

What is immoral, immoral, damn it, as long as you don't sell it in the capital, I'm afraid of a fart.

Lan Caishi even thought about it, if the author of "Concierge Qin Dalang" was a poor sour, he would give a hundred yuan, and the other party would definitely be grateful to Dade, so he had to write hard?

If this is a little money, with his identity as Tortoise Meng's secretary, if he scares a little, won't the other party have to be obedient?

Meizizi, Meizizi.

The more Lan Caishi thought about it, the more refreshed he became, feeling that a better life was just around the corner, what to go back to Guangxi to farm, he had never considered this kind of thing!

On the same night, Wang Jiao, who was counting money in the staff dormitory of a work school, looked obscene: "Hehe, it's okay, it's okay......"

"Don't be okay, Brother Wang, our brother wants a total of ten sets, and the eighth-grade boss wants twenty sets, I heard that the ninth-grade big brother also plans to buy it, don't let us bring the money over when the time comes, you don't have books."

"Don't worry, take people's firewood and water, and do things for people. I'm a new little security guard, I can deceive the heavens and the earth, and I can still deceive you group of heroes? ”

"Good! With Brother Wang's words, we are relieved! ”

"By the way, Brother Wang, there is a big brother over there in the 'Quanzhong Society', and he is going to Haikou to see the Seventh Young Master in a few days, and he wants to bring some over by the way, the price is negotiable."

"How much do you want, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it."

"There are a lot of people in Haikou, it must be a lot, can Brother Wang think of a way."

"Just kidding, when I'm a fairy, I'm a security guard and not a secretary of the administrative department, and I don't have a way to print this kind of thing, but I just happened to meet such a little business at the dock, by the way!"

"Brother Wang, when doing business, you have to be flexible, and you don't dare to print it in other places. You can print it in school! ”

A young man reminded Wang Jiao as he spoke, "Brother Wang, the school has its own printing room, we used to burn it in a fire, but now it can be completely wasted." ”

“……”

Damn, you talents, the printing room is a waste use?!

What made Wang Jiao even more powerless to complain was that the manuscripts he had in hand were actually printed in the mimeograph room of the First Engineering School.

However, after listening to the advice of the young man, Wang Jiao's eyes lit up, if he really operated like this, then if something happened one day, this black pot would ...... Isn't there someone who carries it?