A piece of paper

Boss Qiang spontaneously felt a surge of pride: Damn it! This name sounds domineering when you hear it! The explosion of coolness is shocking! In the play, this person is definitely an outsider with the highest martial arts skills! He is the only protagonist! He is the chosen one who can get martial arts secrets even if he eats a bowl of noodles!

Heng Lian couldn't hide his dumbfounded gaze, staring straight at the roll of paper, and his eyes slowly moved uncontrollably towards the roll of invisible assassin gold paper produced by Hengji.

Which is superior and which is inferior, which is elegant and which is vulgar, is clear at a glance and cannot be argued by ordinary people.

Most people wouldn't argue with it, but Heng Lian, who even picked his own daughter's peaches, was in the second class.

".Although your paper is carved with silk, it is still pure white! Are these paintings painted by some poor scholar on the street? At first glance, they look confusing, but upon closer inspection, they are a bit rough. If you put them in the "floating white" Of course, some people will pay for the sale, but this requires tribute."

"These paintings are the work of Mr. Qiao Fangzhi himself." Xian Jin said lightly. She didn't want to show off, but her strength did not allow her to keep a low profile.

Heng Lian was puzzled: No matter how crazy he was, he couldn't possibly question Chief Qiao, right?

Heng Lian glanced at the groups of cranes on the paper, and managed to maintain the slight smile on his lips, "Okay, let's ignore these paintings for now - what do these cranes mean? Why draw a group of cranes? Because Is the margin at the top of the paper too empty?”

Henglian let out a few unnatural laughs from his throat, "It feels a bit superfluous."

Xian Jin's brows were peaceful, "Because the current leader likes cranes very much - this news was also told to me by Chief Qiao Shan."

Heng Lian choked:?

Again, no matter how crazy he is, there is no way he can question Chief Qiao Shan.

Unless the descendants of the Heng family and all future generations should stop studying in Xuancheng Mansion!

Heng Lian was so choked that his brain was filled with sour water. After a long while, the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed forced and sour, "Yes, you have Qiao Shanchang as your backer, so you are more informed than us. We are different from you, we are all He is an honest businessman, so he is naturally two heads short in front of the government."

Heng Lian said while using his brain: Paper made by the Chen family cannot be allowed to participate in the evaluation! Regardless of whether she is elected or not, this girl He Xianjin has firmly held the position of President of the Chamber of Commerce in recent years!

and many more.

us?

Heng Lian's eyes lit up and fell on the paper shop owners in the room. He turned to look at Xian Jin eagerly, "Chamber of Commerce, what you said doesn't count, what I said doesn't count. Everyone has contributed." , have also invested money, let’s see what everyone says!”

Today, there are twenty-one chambers of commerce in total!

"I suggest that, except Heng Ji and Chen Ji, all participating paper banks vote, and the one with the highest vote goes." Heng Lian's smile returned to his lips, and he looked back at Xian Jin, "Boss He, what do you think of this proposal? ?”

Xian Jin nodded calmly and patted his ears with both hands. Aunt Zhong and Manager Dong brought up a square wooden box from nowhere. Before Heng Lian opened his mouth, Aunt Zhong was seen handing out the boxes next to each other in a well-trained manner. Paper strips and hose pens.

Xian Jin's eyes looked at Heng Lian without any hesitation, and he made one final confirmation, "The one with the highest number of votes will be sent to run for election? Boss Heng, are you sure?"

Heng Lian was a little surprised by Xian Jin's sufficient preparation. He thought about it silently in his mind and felt that all the holes had been blocked, and then nodded.

Xian Jinfang raised his hand, "Then bosses, please Luo Mo."

This democracy and centralization came too suddenly.

The bosses looked at each other in confusion, and then came to their senses. They saw someone lowering his head to write, then folding the paper into small squares and stuffing it into a wooden box. They all lowered their heads to write as if they were just waking up from a dream.

The strong boss didn't move.

Xianjin cast his gaze over.

The strong boss said confidently, "You forgot that I can't write again!"

Xianjin Yiwei: I'm really sorry, your illiteracy level has surpassed that of Mr. Gou. It's really surprising, and I can't believe it.

Xian Jin said in a warm voice, "The hollow circle is 'He Lin Da Wei', and the solid circle is."

Xian Jin didn't know how to define Na Juan Paper for a moment, and he was afraid of hurting Na Juan Paper's self-esteem if he said it too seriously.

Xianjin was vague, "The solid circle is the yellow one."

Boss Qiang understood and drew eight hollow circles on the paper with one stroke of his pen. Heng Lian stood under Xian Jin with his hands behind his back, his face a little more determined and calm: Previously, nine or ten small workshops that were either attached to Heng Ji or were bewitched by his words rushed to Chen's house to ask for a sermon. This has offended the Chen family so much that it is naturally impossible for them to fall into the trap again. In addition, the two larger paper shops, Liu Ji Yun Ji, may not be united with the Chen family to take down He Xianjin. The situation is in chaos. Just have a chance.

Adding and subtracting, there were nineteen votes, and he held twelve or three in his hand steadily.

Not to mention, there are also some bookmakers and downstream companies who want to do long-term business with Hengji.

This girl He Xianjin doesn't like to talk about people when doing business. The head of the shop where raw materials are bought and sold at the end of the year and the beginning of the year is not fixed. If the straw produced this year is not good, she will definitely not be sure about your family next year.

If you do business like this, you will definitely not have as many loyal fans as Hengji, who is very humane.

Judging by the numbers, he's a sure winner.

Heng Lian suddenly felt confident.

All the bosses have finished writing their submission boxes one after another.

When the last three bosses came to the queue, Xian Jin covered the opening of the wooden box with a calm face, but his tone was unquestionable, "These bosses, after taking my severance money, can buy out the labor and money." , what position do you have to vote for the tribute paper contest?"

Heng Lian suddenly looked back, his pupils suddenly shrinking!

I put the money first because I was waiting here!

Taking the money means agreeing with the tribute paper and the follow-up has nothing to do with them! If you can’t put up a plaque or distribute reward funds, why can you still participate in voting?

The bosses of the last three small workshops looked at Heng Lian as if asking for help.

Heng Lian opened his mouth, but not a word came out!

Taking the silver happened half an hour ago!

Even if he is an ordinary person, he can't open his mouth and tell lies right now!

Heng Lian opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His hands and feet were cold, and he felt that all his calculations had been shattered into nothing by a few ingots of broken silver!

While Heng Lian was in a daze, the wooden box was quickly opened by Mrs. Zhong.

Live vote counting!

"Hengji;"

"Chen Ji;"

"Chen Ji;"

The final vote: "Chen Kee".

Chen recorded ten votes, Heng recorded six, and "He Lin Da Wei" won.

Xianjin's hands hung naturally and his feet were slightly apart. He was not surprised by this result. He smiled and cupped his hands towards Henglian, "I accept."

Good things promised in full view of the public cannot be changed without reason.

This is still the case in later generations, especially in ancient times when credibility was important.

Now that the tribute paper selection has been settled, Xianjin sealed the volume of "Helin Dawei", took out the "Tribute Specification Document" again, and now asked a calligrapher from the back hall to write it. The candidate who won the excellent award wrote down his pen. After the candidate finished writing, he was escorted by Xianjin to the residence of the prefect of Xuancheng.

When Xian Jin walked briskly past the Heng curtain, he paused slightly, half-closed his eyes and whispered softly, "I forgot to thank Uncle Heng. If you hadn't forced the Chen family so hard, I wouldn't have been let go so quickly." Come out."

Xianjin didn't look at Heng Lian's face for a moment, and sat on the mule carriage all the way, leaning against the inner wall of the carriage and reading the documents.

After reading it several times, Xian Jin took out the hose pen from his arms and added a sentence at the end.