"How is your behavior different from that of a villager?" He Chunhua shook his head, "Since all the descendants are serving as officials in the Yuan Court, they don't feel ashamed?"
He personally took out a gold bar and pushed it over: "Mr. Zhu did not praise the wrong person. You are indeed his most effective subordinate."
Manager Qian laughed and said, "I don't dare take it!"
"However, this matter is confidential..."
"Don't worry, I'll keep my mouth shut." Manager Qian didn't leave any room at all, and swore a poisonous oath on his mother and his eighteen generations of ancestors. If the secret was leaked, the ancestors of the Qian family would be together forever.
"Okay, there will be many ways to rely on you and the Zhu family in the future." He Chunhua smiled, "We can look forward to the future."
After Manager Qian left, He Chunhua went back to his room and slept for an hour to regain his energy.
In the past few days, he was busy until late at night, sleeping in a separate room with Mrs. Ying.
The hour has come.
The housekeeper Lao Mo closed the doors and windows, and He Chunhua took out a green candle, lit it, and placed it on the table.
He moved the table in advance so that it was in the center of the room.
In the airtight room, the candlelight was of course straight and almost motionless. He Chunhua took out an orange paperweight and stuffed it into Lao Mo's hand, then sat down and murmured something.
This paperweight is carved from Shoushan stone in the shape of a kite, but it is as clear as honey, much calmer than jade, and contains radish silk patterns, just like the stone is covered with tiny blood vessels.
The whole body of this kite is yellow, except for its two eyes, which are blood red, which adds a bit of weirdness to the overall graceful appearance.
The butler Lao Mo stood behind his master to protect him.
As He Chunhua read faster and faster, the smoke from the candle began to gather and never disperse, and it turned out to be cyan.
Chapter completed!