Daming primary school students

Chapter 161
It was getting late, Qin Dewei patted his ass and left.

Now that you have worked so hard to come to Sanshan Street, let's go to Mrs. Gu's house at the other end of Sanshan Street to have dinner, and explain the relevant matters by the way.

Today passed really quickly. I dealt with the female teacher in the morning, appeased the female artist who was adopted at noon, and went to tell the female president in the evening.I feel like I haven't done anything yet, and I don't have any free time at all. The day just passed by like this.

It seems that the knowledge of time management must be picked up in advance, and as the hero of the metropolis, one must be prepared for any danger. What if there are more in the future?
Watching Qin Dewei leave gracefully, Guanshi Huang is still helpless and has nothing to do.

According to the style of rich people, in many cases, it is over just to play tricks, just like dealing with those troublemakers who owe debts and refuse to pay them back.

But now the situation is very obvious, even if he plays tricks, he can't play against these backed county government officials
So Manager Huang could only report the situation to Director Jiao. The old manager pondered for a while before making a judgment: "Looking at Qin Dewei's performance, it doesn't seem like he is asking us for anything?"

Guanshi Huang felt the same way: "I originally thought that Qin Dewei used the bullying of the owner of Yuanfenghao as an excuse to force us to accept Yuanfenghao and become the company's No. 40 nine colleagues, or to blackmail something else.

As long as he still asks us, then we can always take the initiative.But judging from today's performance, Qin Dewei doesn't seem to care about us at all.

In other words, he didn't think about what he could get from us at all, he just made troubles for the sake of making troubles.But it doesn't seem like it's just to help Mrs. Gu vent her anger. "

The boss thought about it again, and said: "You haven't noticed, he still wants to stir up the local public opinion, this is the most vicious idea!
After all, we Hui people live here. If he really stirs up the local public opinion, it will make us very troublesome.Moreover, our business is often ridiculed as rentier, and our reputation is mediocre. "

Guanshi Huang, who is already a second-generation immigrant, said indignantly: "Yingtianfu is the capital of the entire South Zhili, and we Hui people also belong to Nan Zhili! So Nanjing is the capital of our Hui people. Why are we outsiders? "

The boss was speechless for a while, why are you suddenly excited?The mentality of the next generation is really inexplicable.

Then Director Jiao decided: "In short, we can't fight at the bottom. We definitely can't fight against those county government sticks! We need to find a solution from the top. I'll go to the guild hall and ask someone to arrange it, and ask the bosses to come forward."

He asked again: "What's your intuitive feeling about Qin Dewei? Maybe I still have to deal with him, and I'll have an idea first."

Guanshi Huang thought for a while before saying: "My most intuitive feeling is that he seems to have a very special temperament, which makes people want to beat him."

Manager Jiao: "."

What kind of temperament is this riding horse?I have lived in my fifties, I have been in business for decades, and I have seen countless people, but I have never seen such a temperament.

The quality of the next generation is worrying. They are almost forty people. If they are not able to do things well, how can they do business?
Xin'an Guild Hall is the base camp of Huizhou merchants. The manager Jiao of the Qianye Office also has a deputy manager in Xin'an Guild Hall. After asking for help from his fellow villagers, someone immediately helped him contact Mr. Hu, the left servant of the Nanjing household department.

This is a very, very suitable candidate. He is not only an official of the department in charge of the money industry, but also a native of Henan, a fellow of Nanjing's first golden civil servant, Sima Wang Tingxiang.

However, a notice was posted on the eight-character wall of the gate of the county government office on this day, officially announcing that two thousand dollars of Kuyin would be used as a share in Yuanfeng Bank. Of course, it also emphasized the significance of this move to the local people's livelihood.

The Yuanfeng Bank quickly posted a notice next to the notice of the county government, announcing the issuance of [-] public shares of the bank, promising to pay dividends once a year.

Don't ask why a bank's announcement can be posted on the horoscope wall of the gate of the county government, ask that they posted it privately.

Qin Dewei stood at the gate, observed the public's reaction for a while, and found that the enthusiasm was still very good, after all, this was a very new affair.

In the general concept at this time, an industry is like land, so it should be a family heirloom handed down from generation to generation. How can there be any reason to open shares?Isn't that the same as the money-spreading boy, who gave it to irrelevant people for nothing?Or do the county government and the bank really want to benefit the people?
When Qin Dewei was considering whether to find a few babysitters to guide the public opinion, suddenly a soap servant ran over and spread the word that the county lord told Mr. Qin Xiao to get out of the back hall immediately.

The little Mr. Mistress also has dignity, but if he doesn't roll over, he will walk over!When we arrived at the back hall, we saw Feng Zhixian holding a letter and frowning in thought.

Qin Dewei greeted him: "What's wrong with Mr. Feng? Just tell me and let me drive, ah no, just let me help you share your worries!"

Feng Zhixian handed the letter to Qin Dewei, "The Qian Ye Office actually invited senior officials from the Ministry to come forward."

Qin Dewei glanced hastily, and it turned out that Mr. Hu Dinghu, the left servant of the Nanjing Household Department, invited Feng Zhixian to a small gathering. It was not an official meeting, but a private gathering, and he also hinted that Jiao Gongshi from the Huiren Guild Hall would accompany him.

Qin Dewei curled his lips, what Jiao Gongshi is just an old scholar who just spent money on gold!

Qin Dewei raised his head and asked: "Master Feng, can you cancel this party? If you go, you must be forcibly persuaded to make peace.

If he refused, he would slap the Shangguan in the face, if he bowed his head and obeyed, he would lose face to the county magistrate in front of the Qianye Office. "

Feng Zhixian is still in a dilemma: "This Mr. Hu is from Changyuan, Henan, and Prince Da Sima is from Yifeng, Henan. The two places are Linxian, and they are from the same hometown. Prince Da Sima can't refute the face, so he helps Mr. Hu Someone sent a message to the officer."

Qin Dewei is also speechless, the officialdom is really intricate and complicated.Hu Shilang of the Ministry of Households is actually from the same hometown as Shangshu Wang Tingxiang of the Ministry of War, and the relationship between Wang Tingxiang and Feng Zhixian has also been mentioned in the previous article.

The little aide thought for a while and said: "In fact, it may not be a bad thing. Mr. Feng, you care about Wang Da Sima's face, so why not Hu Shilang? He has to take Wang Da Sima's face into account, and he dare not be too unreasonable to you! "

"All in all, it's not easy to judge." Feng Zhixian said.

But Qin Dewei said indifferently: "There's nothing to worry about, it's over if you are reckless! Why don't you go, Mr. Feng, and let me go for you. There are some things you can't say, but I can open my mouth."

Feng Zhixian looked at Qin Dewei suspiciously, do you mean that the official may be a burden?

Qin Dewei cupped his hands and said: "The county lord sits in the yamen, and foreign affairs are handled by his subordinates!"

Feng Zhixian stood up and showed his fist: "Don't think that I haven't read Tang history!"

　As a successful person, if you want to go out for dinner on weekend nights, you can only write here first, and then continue writing when you come back. I don’t know when it will finish, probably around 12 o’clock.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)