Wang Xintai said the truth because he felt sorry for money. His desk was facing away from the door for the blower. He didn't notice that Bai Yuanqing came in and waited for a reward. Wang Yan coughed, and Wang Xintai turned his head to see Bai Yuanqing standing at the door, a little embarrassed.

"Oh, Xiaobai, come and sit here, is there anything wrong?" Wang Xintai asked.

"It's nothing, I just went to see Mr. Fang when I applied for the blog. "Bai Yuanqing sat down opposite Wang Xintai after answering respectfully.

Then he asked with concern: "Elder Wang, when I came back, I met people from the Health Bureau. Are our churches in trouble?"

Wang Xintai was stunned, then laughed, pointed to the red cross on the wall and said, "Nothing is a trouble, it's the same thing as meeting a little hooligan. Do big things, encounter big difficulties; do small things, encounter small difficulties; do little things, encounter small difficulties; do nothing, there is no difficulty. We have received so much grace from the Lord Jesus, so we care about whether it's difficult or not. Work hard to do things for Jesus and strive to move forward towards the benchmark. This is how life is. What are you looking for me?"

Bai Yuanqing immediately said that Fang Bingsheng was too difficult to apply for Fang Bowen, but he went to his home visit but received Fang Bingsheng's proud answer.

"I don't understand, how did Mr. Fang soar? He doesn't even care about his son's imperial examinations, and he has to send him to Haiyoushi directly. I heard that he is the manager of Shaoxing Textile Factory?" Xiaobai explained his inconsolation.

Wang Xintai closed his eyes and shook his head, saying, "Don't underestimate Mr. Fang, the new job he found is not as simple as factory managers."

"What's that job? I see Mr. Fang bought himself new suits and shoes, and his whole body has changed!" Xiaobai asked.

Wang Xintai said, "Do you know that Mr. Xu, the accountant of Shaoxing Textile Factory, is also a brother of our church? I heard about this a few days ago. I heard that Mr. Fang is very eloquent and talks to their boss Li Jinren and his friends with a deep impression. So much so that Boss Li is currently collecting cash from the factory and other places, and it is said that he wants to mobilize more than 100,000 yuan in cash to the Ocean Bank Branch in Shaoguan."

"More than 100,000 silver dollars? What are they going to do? Open a new factory?" The little white face turned pale. As a petty bourgeoisie in Shiligou, he really couldn't imagine what the amount was.

"I couldn't believe it after hearing this. According to Accountant Xu, this is just the first phase of the campaign funds that Fang Bingsheng asked for. All funds will be controlled and operated by his staff so that Boss Li will be elected as a member of Congress of Shaoguan." Wang Xintai also had a sleepwalking attitude on his face, and brought out his thoughts: "Why are these turtle grandchildren so rich? When can I..."

"Mr.? A campaign donation official? Are those things now bought with sea-like money? I really don't understand. Is it useful for those rich people to buy a hat for two years?" Bai Yuanqing was very confused.

"Isn't he a fool! The first proposal of Congress was to start a war against the Qing Dynasty to fight Yunnan! This power is too great, isn't it easy to make money?" Wang Xintai actually didn't understand, but he understood much more than Xiaobai. Then he sighed: "Actually, I think people are very jealous in elections. I hope God can give me an official status to serve the people better. It just so happened that Fang Bowen's father understood this. He was thinking about how to choose. Unexpectedly, alas, this is unaffordable..."

"Then...then...then no matter how much money you have, it's own. Mr. Fang, a division master or military staff member, doesn't have much salary, right?" Xiaobai still didn't understand.

Wang Xintai said: "Mr. Fang sent it, but Accountant Xu said he didn't know how much it would be given, but the monthly salary of the electoral master would be several thousand yuan. Boss Li would also give a big bonus after he was selected. Mr. Fang's ten thousand yuan household is a surefire.

And he gave too much to Fang Bingsheng, and Fang Bingsheng was so full of money that he said that he would not lose money after going in for hundreds of thousands of dollars, and even made Boss Li make tens of thousands of dollars. Accountant Xu is an honest man, he usually doesn't gamble or draw, does not buy lottery tickets, and does not understand the election. He doesn't trust that person in Fang Bingsheng and keeps asking me if Fang Bingsheng is a liar who cheats their boss. Alas, Old Xu, relying on that little salary and bonus, he will never make a fortune in his life."

"Fang Bing became a household of ten thousand yuan in a few months after he was born? So he didn't even care about his son's imperial examination this year?" Xiaobai's eyes were glaring out.

Wang Xintai sighed and said, "Xiaobai, you are so rustic. Fang Bingsheng got more than money. Lao Xu said that he heard Fang Bingsheng brag for Boss Li: he is the Taishan Beidou in the election circle. Now he basically brought out these election experts from both parties. For example, Director Lin Liuming of the Shaoguan Democratic Party branch is nothing. Director Lin was brought up by him. In the past, he trained Director Lin and was the same as training his son. This year, he not only voted for Boss Li to elect his master, but also restarted the upper-level relationship and opened up the upper-level relationship for him in the capital. After two years of parliamentarians, he had to get a Liberal Party front-row parliamentary and assistant minister nomination! Fang Bingsheng wanted to be a big broker who bought and donated officials. If he couldn't do it well, he would be more capable than Boss Li in the future, so Boss Li held Fang Bingsheng like he was holding his father."

"What does this mean? What is the front row congressman? Who is Director Lin?" Xiaobai looked like a brick was knocked on his forehead.

"Hey, why do you care about so much? Anyway, Mr. Fang is likely to be back to the upper class as soon as he soars into the sky! He is not from our Shiligou!" These words Wang Xintai have only read in newspapers. He was a slum elder who knew nothing about how big the energy and how good the benefits he had. He just felt very awesome, so he had to stop the problem.

Xiaobai pretended to understand and then leaned over and asked anxiously: "What should I do if the blog post is short of this year? According to Mr. Fang's report, I will definitely fail the exam unless it is a miracle!"

Wang Xintai smiled bitterly, pointed at Xiaobai and said, "Xiaobai, why are you obsessing about this? I just said that Fang Bingsheng is rich and doesn't care about the imperial examination this year, so let's do it according to their wishes. Maybe in a few days, Fang Bowen will transfer to school and leave. I have to hurry up and visit Mr. Fang in person, hoping that Brother Fang will give us some dedication."

I heard that the student blog post was abandoned according to his father's will because his father was awesome. Xiaobai sat up straight with sadness, and didn't know how to tell Fang Bowen that this was good later.

At this time, Wang Yan, who was listening quietly next to him, came up and advised: "Cousin, it is not easy for our academy to recruit students from Peide. Although Fang Bowen seems to be losing the exam, it is not good to let him leave in vain. Should we hurry up and get a student graduation list so that it can be promoted after the imperial examination?"

"Leave this to me. Except for the roster, I will go back and draw portraits for each of them and leave a souvenir. I have feelings for you." Xiaobai said as he said, his eyes were wet.

Slapping his thighs, Wang Xintai pointed to Wang Yan and Bai Yuanqing excitedly and shouted: "You two have such a good idea! We can't let any of the top students in Peide: we should leave names, words and pictures, but the sketch is not formal and convincing enough! Wang Yan, hurry up and go to Qilihe, contact the photographer to come over, and take graduation photos! You must take photos of the group and photos alone. Hang them in the classroom. In the future, they will brag about whoever develops. Anyway, they have been to school here!"

"Photographs are so expensive! We have to take dozens of photos together and separate photos!" Wang Yan and Xiaobai were both startled.

"I can't bear to let my child go, but it's really expensive. I still have to take a lot of photos. It's so expensive. I just got blackmailed by the Health Bureau." Wang Xintai touched the fat on his chest with distress. Thinking of the pain, he even pinched it with his hands. Finally, he sighed: "It's difficult to do things. Wang Yan, you can take your money to collect it and pay it back.

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At this moment, a voice laughed and said, "Oh, are you discussing the rise of the church?"

The three of them looked back and saw Wang Peiyu, a famous reporter from "Haijing Jiwen", return. As familiar as they were at home, they hung their hat on the clothes hanger with a familiar face, walked over with a smile on their faces, sat on the sofa with a swagger, pointed to the human-powered fan behind Wang Xintai's desk and said, "It's quite hot, turn the fan?"

Then he pointed at Wang Yan and smiled, "Pastor Wang, remember that last time I came, your cousin's West Lake Longjing was extremely praiseworthy. Give me a cup, thank you."

"You go and do your job with the graduate list first. Thank you for your hard work, Xiaobai." Seeing that Wang Peiyu was coming, Wang Xintai immediately drove Bai Yuanqing away and sat on the sofa and stood shoulder to shoulder with the reporter.

"My famous reporter, why are you back? What's the fun?" Wang Xintai was angry and complained a little: Just now at the door, this guy was afraid of the hooligans in the health bureau opposite, so he slipped away. Why are you back now? No one would think that this guy came across a tough guy and became a deserter. Seeing that it was okay, he slipped back to eat and drink.

"It's just for you, your old friend." Wang Peiyu smiled without any shame, as if his face was as thick as a brick wall.

"Actually, I'm playing hard to get. I just followed Qi Boyan, that guy went to buy wine during work hours! Wait, this kind of bad official will definitely make a mess. I'll collect it for you and make a pot of stewed dog meat for you!" Wang Peiyu said with great enthusiasm, dancing.

Wang Yan, who brought the tea, had not enough social experience, so he still believed in whatever he listened to. He put down the tea cup and asked Wang Peiyu seriously: "Then Qi Boyan is a Jinshi of the Empire. His Majesty has appointed a major, a famous school, a direct record of the Ministry of Health. Once he was released, he would be the director of the Beijing District Department. This experience is so scary. He even dared to punish your president Li Mingchang. Are you sure of dealing with him? Let's forget it."

One question, Wang Peiyu's face turned green. He wanted to take revenge on the minor officials who were disrespectful to him, but he took revenge on Qi Boyan's palace examination to protect his body, Haiyou, talented, rebellious, and hooligan, and mad dogs. He really had to rely on God to give him a chance to get a bargain, but he dared not rush up and bite him face to face. Wang Peiyu's words just were just excuses after sitting in a nearby tea shed and drinking a few cups of tea.

"A Yan, go and follow what we said, go to Qilihe to contact the guest sermon pastor and photo studio." Wang Xintai sent away this real cousin in displeasure. Can he not know the character of the reporter Wang Peiyu? Like all famous reporters, in order to force the "truth", they spread rumors and lies.

"Truth" means money.

After driving away his cousin, Wang Xintai said to Wang Peiyu: "I will hold a preaching meeting these two days. I need newspaper help to get all the believers around me. Time is very tight. Can you help?"

"Yeah..." Wang Peiyu frowned, stroked his chin and thought for a while and said, "I'm very familiar with the newspaper industry around me. I originally had a piece of cake for a few soft articles. You're too tight to contact soft articles on the page. If you squeeze out other articles, or you're out of the box, Lao Wang, you'll spend more."

"Oh, it's so annoying!" Wang Xintai shook his head in disgust.

"It's okay, how much money can you make at an essay conference? The amount of money that the newspapers have received is just a little bit of chopped green onion and minced garlic, not even soup. You are still full of meat and bones." Wang Peiyu laughed.

"I think about it. I can't leave the newspaper industry and go to preaching meetings anyway." Wang Xintai nodded. He was the first smart person to discover that the newspaper industry can help make money, which is also one of the reasons why his church grew rapidly.

Wang Peiyu took a sip of tea and pretended to be careless and asked, "Do you know this person Fang Bingsheng?"

"What? You are so well-informed. You heard about it so quickly?" Wang Xintai was shocked.
Chapter completed!