In the darkness, Zhou Xiaoxing, wearing a pair of high-quality clothes, was sitting in the back seat of a second-hand dilapidated black car parked on the side of the road.

Lean your right hand on the back of the driver's seat, put your index and middle fingers together, and gently tap on the number one of one hundred Hong Kong dollars.

His eyes were closed, but his expression was not good!

Can it be okay?

I thought I could finish the story in a few seconds, but I didn’t expect to watch a long Cantonese family drama, which was too time-consuming.

According to Gui Wanda's habit of going through every detail in his brain, if he continues reading, not to mention that he can finish several top ten novels serialized with millions of words, and the sky will be light.<

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Even if he doesn't sleep, he still has to think about Zhou Xiaoxing.

According to his own understanding, it seems that he has not closed his eyes for more than ten hours. Moreover, he has not yet figured out why he will suddenly appear here. Will he have time to continue to explore the grudges between Ghost King Da and Jiu Ge?

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Anyway, we have already understood everything before, and we have also seen the compensation agreement. The next second, the two of them are probably colluding, thinking about how to perform ancient skating in the competition next month, that is, in the next few days.
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Zhou Xiaoxing turned sideways, changed to a comfortable position, and crossed his legs. At the same time, he wanted to open his eyes and withdraw his right hand to accept this special function detection operation.

No success!

Zhou Xiaoxing's brows tightened, and he quickly began to beat his heart. There was no reason. In the past, his special powers were all freely retractable. Please explain...

Before he had time to think about it, the scene in Gui Wangda's mind continued to play forward, regardless of whether he wanted to watch it or not, just to show it to him.

Ah this...

Can you spare him?

He generally knows the plot that follows, so why can't he be allowed to take a break from his busy schedule?

He understood Gui Wangda's intention, didn't he just want to use his power, whether it was special powers or martial arts skills, to deal with Brother Ninth?

No problem, he can agree.

It’s not that difficult!

Twenty years later, Ninth Brother is no match for him, let alone the younger brother. Although the younger brother is full of collagen, high-spirited, and amazingly courageous, he also has a shortcoming that cannot be ignored: lack of experience, irritability, and difficulty in achieving success.

Taking a step back, even if the Ninth Brother of this era has cultivated to a young and mature age, is flawless in doing things, is capable and neat, and has become a figure in the party, Zhou Xiaoxing is not a vegetarian...

In other words, at this moment, Zhou Xiaoxing is not a dumb young man who came through his childhood soul and doesn’t understand anything. He is a person who made a name for himself in the late 1980s and early 1990s. There is no need to worry about someone who only relies on

Brother Ninth lives his life by gambling.

What's more, among the thirty-six strategies, isn't there a better one?

What's more, he is not an ordinary person. Although he is not as good as the reinforcements brought in by the monkey, he has a system and can cheat!

The world is like a big amusement park. No matter which era or time and space he is in, Xiangjiang is just a different map...

There are things to do, monsters to fight, equipment and prizes to pick up, and roads to walk, there is nothing to worry about.

Zhou Xiaoxing analyzed a lot in his mind, and just wanted to explain one thing. Whether it was for him to know, or for the ghost king Da who was connected to the special function, since he, Zhou Xiaoxing, already wanted to understand his past thoughts, naturally he didn't need to.

Worried that he will let go.

He wants to leave. How about walking to the side?

He had already boarded this shabby car, and he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.

I just hope that the scenes after Ghost King Da won’t show all the scenes, and we should learn to focus on the key points.

When Zhou Xiaoxing thought of this, the corners of her mouth raised a little, and a rare smile appeared on her face.

When it comes to prioritizing or focusing on the key points when reporting things, he suddenly remembered a short story that he read in a book about the history of Ming Dynasty when he was bored in the library after get off work in his previous life.

It is about a small incident involving Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and his ministers.

Anyone who knows Zhu Yuanzhang's family history knows that he was poor when he was a child and did not read much. In the eyes of traditional scholar-bureaucrats, he was a complete illiterate, worse than Brother Xilao, who had just attended school for half a year.<

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But Zhu Yuanzhang didn’t think so. If you read a few bad books for a few years, you are literate. If you haven’t touched a book and stepped through the school door, you are uneducated and illiterate?

What's the point?

Zhu Yuanzhang could go from being a beggar to being named Zhu all over the world. Is it really because of his courage that he fought and killed to get where he is today?

How is that possible?

He has also read books, but it is different from books with words. What he has read is the wordless bible of society, how to employ people, how to use small things to win, how to coordinate the relationship between the people under his command...<

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It is estimated that these are probably not written in the book with a high probability of 70 to 80%!

Therefore, after he became emperor, he was very annoyed by the redundant words in the memorials. Things that could be explained clearly in one or two sentences had to be written in thousands of words, which was enough to fill up a short story, which made him anxious and had a headache.

Among Zhu Yuanzhang's life creeds, there is a crucial sentence: Time is life, and wasting time is basically seeking wealth and killing.

As a result, he was very dissatisfied with the courtiers' method of writing memorials, but for a while he didn't have any good countermeasures. He was worried, miserable, and annoyed.

Coincidentally, just when he was suffering from the inability to deal with this wave of civil servants, a newly appointed official handed him a memorial, saying that he wanted to give him some suggestions, specifically what aspects, this person

Didn't say.

Since Zhu Yuanzhang conquered the world, many ministers rarely gave him any advice on memorials due to the change of status and the black gauze hat on their heads. As soon as he heard that such a person appeared among the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, he immediately became interested.

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What kind of suggestion is it? He wants to see it, no, listen to it.

The memorial that the man handed over was too thick, and you could tell at a glance that it would take a lot of time to read. He, Zhu Yuanzhang, was the emperor, so couldn't he have some privileges?

He lay on the throne, waved his hand, and asked someone to read to him. He just closed his eyes and listened to it, trying to see if the person had any useful ideas.

Although Zhu Yuanzhang had a bad temper and would kick a tree whenever he saw it, he worked his way up from the bottom and knew the dangers of listening to partial beliefs. He knew that if he wanted to be big, good, strong, and do nine things, he had to do more.

Listen to other people's opinions. If they are right, adopt them in time. It is not of much use. Just put it in one ear and out the other, and you will not lose anything.

But if you ruin a great career because you are arbitrary and can't stand the slightest suggestion, then you really don't think about it.

With this mentality, he quietly closed his eyes and waited. After listening for an hour and a half, he didn't hear a single word of advice. Instead, he heard a lot of flattery from those literate people.

What are they, such as wailing, lamenting, and other empty words; admiration for the emperor is like the endless river, and like the Yellow River flooding out of control; what ministers think of the emperor, and what fears they have

I wrote this memorial in my mood. Your Majesty must read it in person and give me some advice...

It’s all dispensable nonsense. If you have time to write this, why don’t you go to court directly and express your thoughts face to face? Isn’t it easier?

After listening to Zhu Yuanzhang for so long, he heard a lonely, pedantic and meaningless moan written by a scholar who deliberately showed off his writing style, thinking that his words were meaningful but as empty as they were. He was so angry that he ordered on the spot that this should be done.

If someone makes a big move, execute it immediately.

As soon as the order was given, he stood up and fluttered his sleeves to leave. Suddenly he felt that it was inappropriate. He had spent so long listening to it, and there probably wouldn't be much more to come. If he didn't finish listening, it seemed like it wouldn't be worth the time and energy he had just spent.

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He immediately turned around and sat down, waving his hand to signal the eunuch to continue reading.

I don’t know how much time passed, but I finally finished reading the memorial word for word.

Fortunately, Zhu Yuanzhang had the patience to listen to the end. In addition to those words that could be deleted with a stroke of a pen, there were also several suggestions in the memorial that were useful to his country, and one or two could even be implemented immediately.<

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In other words, this person is somewhat useful to society and is a talented person, but writing a memorial is too time-consuming.

It took him at least three hours just to listen. If he was asked to write it, he would have to start writing it before dawn. When the last word was completed, it was time to go to bed.

This...

Isn’t it just useless work and a waste of time?

Life is only a few decades long, how much time can be wasted?

The next day, Zhu Yuanzhang called the person who made the suggestion. He was embarrassed to say that he had sent someone to beat him yesterday because he had not considered it carefully. He should have made a decision after listening to the memorial. It was because he was impulsive.

He just said that he didn't think well, but he didn't say that he played inappropriately.

It is!

Why should we add those annoying writing structures to something that can be explained clearly in two or three hundred words, making it taste like nothing? Fortunately, Zhu Yuanzhang had the foresight to think that this memorial might be useful, so...<

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Otherwise, it would have been left to gather dust.

When the man knelt on the ground and shivered, Zhu Yuanzhang praised him kindly and said that several suggestions were very good and worthy of promotion and promotion. This was regarded as meritorious service to the country and should have been rewarded.

However, the way he wrote the memorial was wrong. From now on, when writing, if there is something to say, there should be no need for red tape. Otherwise, you will still have to fight if you deserve it.

There is no price to pay for wasting his time!

As for the price each time, it depends on Zhu Yuanzhang's mood. This time he is lucky, he just got a slap in the face. Next time, he can't guarantee it. Maybe he will be sent to the army, maybe he will be sent to a labor camp.

, maybe take off his head, maybe behead everyone...
To be continued...