In the capital in June, the temperature is so high that even the wild dogs on the street stick out their tongues, most of the pedestrians on the street are shaking with fans, and a small number of women and women are still holding umbrellas on the street to shield themselves from the hot sun.

The chickens and dogs jumped in the He Mansion, and the Xu family changed his amiable appearance in the past, and was condemning He Wenyuan, He Wenyuan was sweating profusely, smiling bitterly, and he didn't know if it was because of the hot weather or other reasons.

Although He Wenyuan has three sons, but he does not have a concubine, there is no other reason, he fell in love with Xu when he was young, Xu also liked him, and they came together as soon as they came and went.

"Master, are you out there? You say! Xu took a handkerchief and questioned while wiping his tears, vividly interpreting the middle-aged version of pear blossom with rain.

In the main hall, He Qiaoxin and his two brothers sat at the bottom, as if someone was pinching their buttocks, and they were sitting very awkwardly. Last night, He Qiaoxin didn't eat, and enlightened for a whole hour before persuading Xu to sleep.

Who would have thought that after eating in the morning, I didn't know what He Wenyuan said to Xu, and Xu called He Qiaoxin's brother over again.

"Madam, I really don't have a husband, I am resting today, a colleague asked me to go out to dinner, I have already made an appointment, it's not that I don't want to accompany you to go shopping, it's because my husband really has something to do, how could you think of me, oops! What do you call the three children to think of me. ”

"Really?" Xu Shi looked at He Wenyuan, his tears stopped, and he asked.

He Wenyuan nodded, stepped forward to hold Xu's hand, and said, "It really can't be true, I only have you in my heart." ”

Xu suddenly seemed to think of something, and said: "Men don't have a good thing." ”

After speaking, He Wenyuan, father and son were left staring at each other in the main hall. Although He Zhong likes poetry, his wisdom among the three brothers is not high, he only watches the excitement and does not speak, and Xu only stares at He Wenyuan when he leaves.

Recently, He Qiaofu sold his beloved white horse, because he had a new hobby, and every day he had to go to the famous calligraphy master in the capital to study from Master Wei, and when he saw that his mother and father's affairs were fine, he turned around and walked out of the main hall and walked towards the gate of He Mansion.

He Qiaoxin bowed to He Wenyuan, stepped forward and said, "Father, the child is going to the publishing house, and the publishing house still has a lot of work to do today." ”

After speaking, he followed He Qiaofu's steps and ran out.

For a while, the atmosphere in the main hall was extremely embarrassing, and He Wenyuan looked at He Zhong and yelled: "Look, you don't study anymore, and you still want to be lifted next month." ”

He Zhongcai reacted, he watched the excitement and looked at his father's head, this is not the lantern in the toilet - looking for death?

Hurriedly ran towards his room, behind him He Wenyuan sighed, shook his head, and showed a wry smile again, he recently found a way to make a fortune from the imperial court, but he couldn't let people know that this backyard was on fire.

At the gate of He Mansion, He Qiaoxin caught up with the second brother He Qiaofu, He Qiaofu stopped, looked at He Qiaoxin and asked, "Third brother, is there something wrong?" ”

He Qiaofu couldn't help but secretly guess in his heart, the third brother had something to find himself, it was impossible for him to pay for himself to learn calligraphy, for so many years, the third brother has not changed the deduction!

He Qiaoxin didn't know that He Qiaofu was so detailed in his heart, and he couldn't guess He Qiaofu's thoughts, he looked at He Qiaofu and said with a smile: "Second brother, that's the case, haven't my several printing factories been completed and put into production, but no one has managed to stare at it yet, I think the second brother will take it out to help me watch, of course I won't let the second brother help me..."

Speaking of this, He Qiaoxin paused, saw that there was no one behind him, and then said slowly: "Every month I give the second brother one hundred taels of silver as a salary, from today the second brother will be the director of the five printing houses, but in this way, the second brother will have to run in several places, I know that the second brother likes calligraphy, I will specially invite a calligraphy master to follow you, I trust the second brother the most, the second brother can help me, so that the younger brother I can take He San out and prepare the next plan." ”

After speaking, he looked up, and saw He Qiaofu staying in place, there was no reaction, He Qiaoxin came to him and shook his arm several times before saying to He Qiaoxin:

"Third brother, you said a hundred taels? Did I hear me right? ”

He Qiaoxin was happy in his heart, knowing that this matter was negotiated, this is much more saving money than finding the eldest brother, although the second brother's wisdom and emotional intelligence are higher than the eldest brother, but in terms of money, it is far worse than the eldest brother.

With an excited look on his face, he excitedly shook He Qiaofu's hands and said, "Second brother, one hundred taels is right." Second brother, did you agree? ”

"The second brother is duty-bound!"

"Second brother, you are so good, much better than the eldest brother."

The two of them burst into laughter again, and the laughter was heard far away......

The next day, after announcing the appointment of He Qiaofu as the director of the fifth factory, He Qiaoxin took He San back to the Daming Times Publishing House, the publishing house began to reform in February, and in June it has almost cut the business and functions, and the newspaper has formed a total of five major newspapers according to categories, and the printing of books has also begun, which is why He Qiaoxin recalled He San, and let He Qiaofu take over the responsibilities of the director of the printing factory in the early days.

When the two men came to the conference room, they saw that the room was full of people, and there were seven people sitting at the main table, and the rest were standing.

These seven people are the editors-in-chief in charge of the seven major businesses after the reform, among which Liu Ming and Hu Ying, who were red-faced at the last meeting, are also among these seven people. Among them, among these seven people, Liu Ming is in charge of the main newspaper of "Daming Times", while Hu Ying is in charge of the "Daming Entertainment News" that was split after the reform, Yuxi is in charge of "Daming Economic News", and Han Fei is in charge of the ...... of "Daming Merchants Daily".

After He Qiaoxin sat down, he motioned for He San to sit down close to him, knocked on the table, and then said:

"Everyone, convene a meeting today, the main thing is to arrange the next main work, first of all, the seven editors-in-chief, the task of the seven editors-in-chief is very simple, do a good job in the business section they are responsible for, the third uncle officially took office as the vice president of our publishing house, the seven of you have something to find him, he will report to me, and then everyone's monthly money, from today onwards, the editor-in-chief is twenty taels per person, and the gold medal editor is ten taels per person, the main task of the vice president is to inspect your work, the work is not good, the third uncle has the right to deduct your monthly money for the month, After the third uncle, your monthly income has also risen to one hundred taels per month, and the third uncle has a difficult task, no problem, right? ”

He San is very excited, one hundred and two months, one thousand two hundred taels a year, what is this equivalent to, this is going to take off! Hearing He Qiaoxin's words, he hurriedly patted his chest and said:

"Don't worry, boss, I will definitely do it."

He Qiaoxin motioned for He San to sit down and said, and began to listen to the seven editors-in-chief report on business transactions and business conditions, and after listening for a while, He Qiaoxin understood the basic situation, and briefly talked about the problems in the newspaper about news gathering and articles, and asked He San to record it and dissolve the meeting.

Walking out of the conference room, He Qiaoxin returned to his office, sat down, and saw an invitation card on the table, which he wanted to skim off as before, and then remembered that this was the office of the publishing house.

Open the invitation, a line of delicate small words came into view, first said that he admired the name of He Qiao's new talent, and said that Jun's masterpieces are all remembered in my heart, and finally said that Wenhua Pavilion held a poetry meeting in the afternoon, and the slave looked forward to Jun's coming, and the name of the money at the bottom of the invitation jumped on the paper.

Holding the invitation, the corners of He Qiaoxin's mouth were raised, he came to this era and participated in several poetry meetings, but it was the first time that the poetry meeting held by a woman was really interesting. Putting down the invitation, He Qiaoxin shouted, and saw He San from the office next door running over.

"Boss, what's wrong, what's there to do."

He Qiaoxin's expression was refreshing, his face was happy, and he smiled at He San and said, "Third uncle, prepare a new set of Confucian shirts for me, and then go buy a sword, I will participate in the poetry meeting tomorrow." ”

"Okay boss, let's do it." After He San finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of He Qiaoxin's office, although he was surprised in his heart, last time He Qiaoxin followed the eldest young master and the second young master to see the poetry meeting, he threw away the sword, and the Confucian shirt was also placed for a long time.

As soon as He San went out, He Qiaoxin sat on the chair, pondered for a while, took out a map of the capital from under the desk, stared at the location of the palace, and touched his nose, there are still twelve years before the fourteenth year of orthodoxy, which is enough for him to move the focus of the Daming Times to Yingtianfu, and the Daming Times Publishing House has to move to Yingtianfu.

After thinking for a while, He Qiaoxin shook his head, put away the map, turned around and picked up the latest issue of Daming Times from the shelf, and began to watch it.

When he returned to He Mansion in the evening, he realized that He Wenyuan had not gone home for a day, but he had sent someone to send two hundred taels of silver back halfway, He Qiaoxin thought about it for a while, and couldn't help frowning.

The next day, after lunch, He Qiaoxin rushed to Wenhua Pavilion. The second time he came to Wenhua Pavilion, he met the young man again at the door, He Qiaoxin gave a salute, handed the invitation to the guard guarding the door, and walked inside.

Like last time, I had a cup of tea on the third floor, heard the news of the start of the poetry meeting, and walked towards the fourth floor. When I went up to the fourth floor, I couldn't help but be dumbfounded, except for myself and the boy, the rest were girls and women.

The young man had already sat up in the corner last time, drinking tea, and couldn't help but smile when he saw He Qiaoxin standing at the top of the stairs dumbfounded.

A girl in a pink skirt walked in front of He Qiaoxin, about the same age as He Qiaoxin, and said with a smile to He Qiaoxin:

"But He Qiaoxin, He Gongzi?"

He Qiaoxin Rao is a human being in two lives, and he couldn't help blushing for a while, and hurriedly replied: "The student is He Qiaoxin, I have seen this young lady." ”

"My name is Qian Yuanyuan, I am eleven years old this year, and I can be regarded as seeing He Gongzi as a real person." Qian curled his face forward, and He Qiaoxin could only take a step back.

After taking a step back, He Qiaoxin heard laughter one after another, and said that he was shy, said that he was pure words, and thought that he had fallen into the Pansi Hole.

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