A piece of paper

The kneeling and licking continued, and Qiang remembered that the boss was digging his ears out of boredom. He turned his head and saw two rows of people in dark brown linen uniforms walking through the crack of the door from the long corridor of the retreat hall.

The strong boss immediately straightened his back.

Here she comes, here comes the familiar dung beetle queen!

The two-person-high double-door door was pushed open with a "bang". Tuesday Gou and Zheng Da took the lead in throwing off the brass latch handle of the copper door and walked in aggressively. The two took three steps back, and walked slowly in the middle. , is clearly He Xianjin who is rumored to be deeply involved in the Chen family.

He is tall and slender, his limbs are slender and stretched, his head is held high, and his hair is tied up with a wooden hairpin, which perfectly displays the round and full back of the head and the long and thin neck.

Like a crane flying with wings.

The strong boss slapped his thigh: This is the right aesthetic! What is the difference between those gold papers before and the flowered cloth jackets in the countryside!

Xian Jin strode to the front of the throne.

Heng Lian's face was uncertain for a moment, but he calmed down his emotions very well, looked at Xian Jin with a smile, and said in the manner of an elder to a junior, "Come out? I heard that your grandmother dragged you home. How many days has it been since I taught you how to do things?"

Heng Lian asked the middle-aged man sitting at the bottom.

The middle-aged man buried his head and did not answer.

Heng Lian was not annoyed, and waved his hand with a smile, "——It's been about twenty days, right? You are such an adult and yet you were dragged back by the elders covering your mouth in the street. Those who knew it knew that it was the goddaughter of the Chen family, and those who didn't knew thought it was How shameless have you committed this crime?"

"You stand up first."

Xian Jin interrupted Heng Lian's last words with a calm tone. He put his right hand casually on the back of Heng Lian's seat, looking down at him with his eyebrows down, "Vice President Heng, you are sitting in the wrong seat."

Heng Lianhou's words were stuck in his throat. After a moment, he raised the corners of his lips and laughed, "I don't want to sit here? Where should I sit?"

He raised his golden hand.

Tuesday Gou and Zheng Dayi were placed on the left and right of Henglian's armpits, and they made this handsome middle-aged man's feet fly into the air.

"You can sit wherever you want. I will be the president of the Xuancheng Paper Chamber of Commerce for one day. I can take this chair in one day."

He lowered his head and spoke calmly.

Mother Zhang bowed and picked up the feather duster and swept the seat inside and out before respectfully welcoming Xianjin to sit down.

Heng Lian was furious, his anger hidden between his eyebrows. He wanted to get angry but didn't know where to start. He turned his eyes and looked at the eight or nine paper shops in the hall that relied on him. He pursed his lips tightly and nodded after a while. Dusting off his clothes, he sat next to Yun Ji with a natural expression.

Steward Hengji, who unfolded the golden and brilliant assassin paper, stood on the stage in great embarrassment.

Xianjin didn't let him leave, and his boss didn't let him leave either.

Only he and the strange piece of paper were left to depend on each other.

Xian Jin sat down smoothly, and Zhang's mother was very good at organizing things. In the blink of an eye, she helped Xian Jin change a cup of tea, and pushed aside the remaining herbal tea that Heng Lian drank in disgust.

Xianjin crossed the hot tea and picked up the remaining tea from Henglian with one hand. While using the tea lid to match the foam, he lowered his eyes and said, "The battle for tribute has entered the third round. It is definitely not that we are defeated. There is no need to be downcast or worry about gains and losses." .”

"The Chen family has a big business and many ways to make money. There are only four people in our workshop, and we have not made any money for five months!" The owner of a small paper shop below shouted loudly.

Of course, wine can strengthen people's courage, but poverty can strengthen them even more.

Xianjin nodded and raised his eyes slightly.

Suo'er took out a large sachet from his arms, stood up on tiptoes, flipped his hands, the sachet stood upside down, and silver ingots of various sizes crashed onto the side table.

Xianjin's voice was calm, "Everyone needs to eat, and money is needed to eat. Whoever thinks that these three to five months of investment will make you hungry and poor, you can come here to collect the wages and delays of the waiters for these three months." After receiving this money, once the rice paper is selected as tribute paper, this paper shop will never be allowed to hang a plaque of 'Tribute Shop', and it will not receive the tribute payment from the court."

The little boss glanced at Heng Lian's eyes, tremblingly stepped forward to take out two ingots of silver, then retreated back to his original position and asked, "Don't tell me, just take the silver and get me out of the Xuancheng Paper Chamber of Commerce." Are you going to be removed from the membership?"

Xianjin:?

Is Xuancheng Paper Chamber of Commerce some kind of dark organization?

Xianjin shook his head, "No, don't worry."

When Xian Jin said this, two more small paper shops reached out to take the money.

They are all small workshops that rely on Hengji for survival. Xian Jin counted the numbers in his mind, and when he saw that no one was moving, he slowly stood up with the remaining cup of tea in hand, and said in a steady and clear voice, "Continuing from the above, as I said, enter the third chapter. Far from being a crisis, the wheel is an opportunity.”

"The imperial court values ​​you and this tribute, so it will give the tribute a chance to meet the cabinet ministers."

"Everyone is not a member of the officialdom. What is the concept of a cabinet minister?"

"From Yipin."

"The high-ranking Yingtian Mansion Yin is only the third grade."

"The great policies of the country, the great affairs of the court, and the great plans of the people all need to be stamped and stamped by the cabinet ministers before they can be published."

"For such a person to judge the quality of tribute paper is a sign that the imperial court attaches great importance to rice paper, and it is also an opportunity for us."

The word "opportunity" fell to the ground, and at the same time, Xian Jin raised his right hand high, and the herbal tea in his hand splashed onto the invisible assassin gold piece of paper!

Heng Lian stood up suddenly, his face was ashen!

"what you do!"

Xian Jin turned around and put down the tea cup gently, and made a gesture with one hand to invite everyone to watch.

Everyone's eyes followed Xian Jin's hand and moved to the invisible assassin gold piece of paper.

The legendary tough and silky rice paper was washed away by a stream of water without gravity, and the fibers in the paper were broken off one after another. The paper easily turned into a ball of paper wadding, leaving only the densely intertwined golden threads alone. The ground stands among them.

"Rice paper is a paper made from green sandalwood bark and Shatian rice straw that have been boiled and soaked in water to fully retain the strength of pulling each other - the smooth and soft gold wires can never support a piece of paper without deformation for a long time, and even more There is no guarantee that a piece of paper will last forever or remain unrolled for thousands of years.”

Xian Jin raised the corners of his lips and smiled, "This is just a beautiful piece of trash to try to impress the public."

Xian Jin turned to Heng Lian and asked calmly, "Boss Heng, have you ever tested the degree of ink on this paper? How far can it be blended? When writing, is the ink flowing smoothly? Is the ink retained on the paper? Perfect? ​​Will this paper gradually deform with the soft gold thread?"

Heng Lian's livid complexion darkened: Test your ass! He just wanted to come up with something that was enough to fool people! It doesn’t matter if you don’t win the tribute in the rice paper! It is important to take the opportunity to bring down the Chen family and He Xianjin!

Xian Jin no longer looked at Heng Lian, "It seems like Boss Heng has not inspected it."

"Time is so tight, it's not easy for me to come up with something without embarrassing the rice paper!" Heng Lian's always smiling face finally did not break due to his efforts to restrain himself, "At least I came up with something! I can do business! Where is the Chen family? They stayed behind closed doors and turned a deaf ear. They were all panicked and frightened for ten days!"

Xian Jin smiled, "Who said I didn't?"

Xianjin clapped his hands again.

Qiqiqi and Zheng Er came from the rear of the queue at a trot, carrying a roll of paper one behind the other!

Tuesday Dog stepped forward to help hold the middle of the paper roll, and Qi Qiqi carefully unfolded the paper.

"Ho!"

The boss suddenly stood up!

This is a roll of eight-foot-long engraved silk!

The patterns on carved silk are extremely complicated!

The endless long streets, the small vendors with excellent business, the scholars with scrolls in their hands, the pretty and bright young ladies, the young women holding the children, the energetic old people and old women!

Small bridges and flowing water, big rivers, blue sky for thousands of miles, and ground for thousands of miles!

There are people and things, mountains and water, heaven and earth!

This scroll is hidden inside the rice paper using silk carving technology!

Showing wealth and vastness, peace and harmony!

The most amazing thing is! There are flying cranes in the sky, lifelike and proud!

Xian Jin stood still in front of the roll of paper and said softly, "I named this roll of paper -"

"Crane comes to the Wei Dynasty."

Remember the old man who was good at painting cranes?