A piece of paper

Chapter 74 smashing people with money

Hit people without slapping their faces, and expose people without revealing shortcomings.

As soon as Song Baixi said this, the old steward's eyes widened in disbelief, and his fingers tremblingly pointed at Song Baixi who had always been treated as his nephew, "You, you, you—"

"What are you! You are just Song Ji's buddy! My father and grandpa saw you pitifully, so they hugged you, followed you, and told me to let you go! Don't forget who is Song Ji's real master!"

The whole head of the old steward was smashed with a hammer, and the nausea that surged from the bottom of his stomach to his throat was unstoppable. With a "poof", sparse yellow-white vomit sprayed onto the counter, and occasionally a few drops even splashed onto the stack beside him. piles of paper.

The old steward looked at the paper knife regretfully, closed his eyes, and finally slammed it to the ground cumbersomely.

Song Baixi exclaimed, and quickly pulled up the sleeves that were draped over the counter!

Don't get caught in the filth of this old thing!
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Song Ji's news that the old steward was seriously ill and fainted spread like wildfire. Steward Dong looked around and listened to all directions, so he could grasp the first-hand news at any time. With his hands on his stomach, he said with a little regret, "...Although the behavior was severe He is stingy, short-sighted, and puts himself before others. To Song Ji, he is truly loyal. Now he has saved his life, but he is lying on the bed, unable to move his left side, and unable to speak."

Xian Jinjin finished writing Chapter 3 of "On Learning", washed his hands, and was eating with chopsticks. He picked up a piece of garlic shiitake mushrooms. When he heard the news, he couldn't help being stunned. Then he lowered his head to eat the rice, chewing it , like chewing wax.

"Get him a doctor."

Xian Jin swallowed the meal without showing any emotion on his face.

Listen to this description, like a stroke.

Elderly people, after great sorrow and great joy, have poor health, have cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, and are prone to hemiplegia after stroke.

The first stroke is the most important thing. It is only a matter of time before it is recovered with good care and careful care.

But the problem is, Song Ji doesn't care about him anymore, and he has no children or grandchildren. He only has a frail wife to take care of him.

"Send another 30 taels of silver over there." Xian Jin finished his meal with a few mouthfuls, and quickly confessed, "It's all in the name of the seventh uncle of the Chen family."

These two are considered to be a generation, and most of them are in the same industry. With her name, it is estimated that the old manager of the Song family will not accept it, and may even be angry again. It is not beautiful to do bad things with good intentions later.

Manager Dong nodded yes.

Xian Jin added, "From my account, there is no need to transfer money from the public account."

Then it's purely private.

Director Dong hesitated and said, "That's not necessary?" Seeing Xian Jin's indifferent expression, he knew that the little girl was the same on the outside, she looked cold and cold, but she was indeed very assertive on the inside, and she would never change her mind easily, so she went He didn't try to persuade him any more, he just asked hesitantly, "Then let's still treat Song Ji."

Are you still attacking Song Ji?
After all, this combination of punches paralyzed the old steward.
Director Dong was a little hesitant.

Xian Jin looked at Steward Dong in surprise, ".We do what we have to do. Now that the old Steward of the Song family is paralyzed, it is the time when their young boss is panicking and frightened. The opportunity is fleeting."

Director Dong lowered his head, answered "Yes" after a long time, and said to Xian Jin, "Then I will reserve Xiao Daoxiang's private room for tonight, and I will go to Song Ji personally later to invite him Let me tell you about the Shaodong family."

The voice is a little sluggish.

Xian Jin nodded and lowered his head to clean up the dishes.

The voice of studying "Thousand Characters" in the flower hall in the inner room gradually rose, and just as he was learning "be sincere and beautiful at the beginning, and be careful in the end, it is appropriate to be orderly". Spread the pen and ink and prepare to finish writing "On Learning".

Director Dong went out, and the sound of the flower hall disappeared, only the sound of "swiping" writing.

"Snack Buckle"

A white and slender hand with well-defined knuckles was tapping on the golden table.

As soon as Xian Jin raised his head, he bumped into Chen Jianfang's inquiring and bright eyes.

"Have you quarreled with Uncle Dong?" Chen Jianfang moved a small stool and sat opposite Xian Jin.

Mostly overheard.

Xian Jin licked the ink with a pen, pursed his lips, "It's not a quarrel, maybe Uncle Dong thinks I'm cruel."

Chen Jianfang conveniently pushed the inkstone closer to reveal the gold.

The shop is only that big, and the flower hall where the lectures are held is right next to the dining table. The staff inside heard that Xian Jin and Guanshi Dong had different opinions, and they all held their breaths, not daring to breathe—this made him hear the corners more clearly. .

There's a reason for this.

Chen Jianfang said softly, "Uncle Dong may not be blaming you, but older people are always more than three-pointed in their treatment of people and things. You think of killing and cutting decisively, but Uncle Dong thinks of a long stream of water slowly grinding away." , it is not a question of who is right and who is wrong.”

Xian Jin said in a deep voice, "Shangzhan, you die or I live. The knife rests on the neck, and it doesn't hurt if you grind it slowly? It's also the winner and the loser. If Song Ji didn't treat the craftsman too harshly, I would be a millionaire. Even gold can’t be dug; if it wasn’t for Song Ji’s copying and borrowing first, and insulting and stabbing later, the Chen and Song families would still make a lot of money together.”

"It's a pity that they were the first to provoke Chen Ji."

The first flirt is cheap.

You can't feel sorry for them just because they lost.

Xian Jin's voice was very calm, and he looked up at Chen Jianfang, "Be honest and beautiful at the beginning, and be cautious in the end. You must be consistent in doing things for others, and you must firmly remember where you are going and where you are going - when this matter is over, if you don't know where you are going, you will be able to do so." As smart as Uncle Dong, he will think clearly."

Chen Jianfang originally wanted to comfort her, but realized that this little girl does not need anyone's comfort.

Chen Jianfang subconsciously leaned against the back of the chair, but suddenly realized halfway——

The stool I'm sitting on now is bare and has no backing.

Guanshi Dong went to invite him in person, but returned shortly afterwards, and replied with Xianjin, "...I just asked if you are going or if the third master is going."

"I said back, go to the third master, and you will accompany me."

"Song Ji's young master nodded, and didn't say he would go or say no." Director Dong took out five or six copper coins from his sleeve pocket, dumbfounding, ". Later, when he saw that I was leaving, he even rewarded me with a few copper coins. .”

Xian Jin frowned.

Where is this done.
Directors pay a month's worth of silver every month, and there are dividends at the end of the year, and there are also festivals, solar terms, clothing and festival expenses on weekdays
still good
Why did you use the word "reward"?
It's all shot, why are there only five or six worthless copper coins?
Embarrassed by embarrassment, he had a hunch that the wine tonight would probably be very difficult to drink.

When the lights came on, Chen Fu waited in the private room early, ordered six or seven dishes very familiarly, accompanied by plum wine and Qingyulu, and ordered vegetarian chicken, tofu and a cup of plum juice for Xian Jin, limping in and out Going out, busy inside and outside.

Xian Jin frowned and asked, "Your foot?"

Chen Fu suffered bitterly and hated deeply, "It's been hurting since last night! The pain in the bone of the thumb is so painful! Ouch! It hurts even more when you move! I think you are going to treat me today, so I will wait for dinner, and I will see the doctor tomorrow ah!"

　Second more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)