After entering the accounting room, I found that it was not just Zhao Mengting. I saw Zhao Mengting with a tiger face and talking to the foreign affairs officer in a newspaper office.

Zhao Mengting said to the head in front of her in a cold tone: "What's going on? Just because of a guy's negligence, he printed nearly a hundred newspapers incorrectly. The movable type typesetting are all experienced. How could he make such a big mistake?"

The head of the official said in a deep voice: "The guy who made the mistake is called Fang Shun. He is indeed a mature worker, but... but his mother is seriously ill, so she stayed up all night and worked on work the next day, maybe because of sleepiness, so... so..."

This reason made Zhao Mengting's face softer. She turned her pen in her hand, as if she was thinking about what to do. It was indeed a big deal for the wrong version. This means that all the newspapers in this edition were invalid, and the paper was lost with ink and no less than ten taels of silver. In fact, silver is secondly. The problem is that the sales of newspapers are already very popular and the supply is in short supply. At present, the daily printing volume remains around 30,000. However, because of the work that this guy has been delayed, he has to spend a lot of time re-type printing. For the workshops in the newspaper, every hour is precious.

After pondering for a moment, Zhao Mengting immediately said, "Although such a big negligence is understandable, if it is not severely punished, there will be a second and third time. If everyone is like this, should the newspaper be sold? This guy named Fang Shun will be dismissed. Pay him an extra month of wages, and it is up to him to buy medicine for his mother."

The head of the company was a little unbearable and couldn't help saying good things for Fang Shun: "He was a first offender after all, and..."

Zhao Mengting shook her head stubbornly and said, "The rules are established, there is no sympathy to tell. Today is understandable, and tomorrow is understandable. Should the newspaper office be opened? Everyone has times to make mistakes, and this is not wrong, but newspaper offices are different from other places. A slight small mistake here may lead to great losses. Just do this. Uncle Wang, I know you can't bear it, but you are kind and not in charge of military affairs, and I hope you can understand."

The head sighed and said, "That's all I can do, I'll go and report it."

Seeing the head of the company going out, Zhao Mengting noticed Xu Qian who came in quietly. Her pretty face couldn't help but blush and said in a slight surprise: "Why is it rare for you to come to the newspaper office today? Why, don't you have to study anymore?"

Xu Qian sighed and said, "Come out as you like to relax."

Zhao Mengting nodded, showing a little naiveness and said, "I think you are lazy." Then she showed a little cautiousness and said, "Did I deal with it just now? Do you think I am too ruthless?"

Xu Qian shook his head and sighed, "You did it right. Although Fang Shun deserves sympathy, the newspaper office is not a good hall after all. If there is no rules, how can you open the door to do business? To be honest, I may be a little bit arrogant when doing business, but the others are not as good as you. If it were me, I might not be as decisive as you."

Xu Qian said it sincerely. Some people are born with a certain talent. Obviously, Xu Qian's talent is not business, and he is more suitable for trouble. It is better to have a noble old man, because he feels that he should have the specialty of being a playboy.

Zhao Mengting said quietly: "Young Master Xu made fun of me. Actually, I am just a woman. You asked me to manage such a big stall. Although I have been exposed to some business principles since childhood, I have to learn everything from scratch. I just want to live up to your trust in me. Therefore, I try every means to do the best." She stroked the black hair on her forehead and smiled self-deprecatingly: "It seems that I am doing well now. Thanks to your praise, I feel happy."

Xu Qian smiled and said, "If I don't talk about this, I'm here to ask Miss Zhao if I can enjoy the glory and ask the young actor to invite Miss Zhao to dinner together?"

Zhao Mengting swallowed her tongue, but she was blessed and said playfully: "The boss has invited me, how dare I not follow me? But hasn't the boss always been inseparable from Brother Deng? Why don't you have dinner with him?"

Xu Qian said quickly as if he had eaten a fly: "Miss Zhao, my bastard and I are innocent, and the sun and the moon can be seen!"

Zhao Mengting spat: "What you are thinking all over your mind is all dirty."

Xu Qian said with confidence: "Dirty is human desire, everyone has it. I am a scholar and some have desires. It's just that unlike ordinary people, they only have human desires. But besides some desires, I can also know good and evil and achieve conscience. Therefore, although I have dirty hearts, I am a rare gentleman in the world."

Zhao Mengting was confused when she heard this and said, "This is familiar, it seems that someone has said it."

Xu Qian said: "Mr. Wang."

He took Zhao Mengting out for dinner and returned home. Thinking that tomorrow's newspaper was about to come out, Xu Qian couldn't help laughing. He really wanted to see what the Hangzhou city would be like after the newspaper came out tomorrow.

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Early the next morning, those scholars who had long been used to reading newspapers would, as usual, get newspapers from their own channels, or newspaper boys on the street, or at the counters in teahouses and restaurants. Because the sales volume of newspapers is so short that sometimes they need to hurry up to buy newspapers. Generally, new newspapers come out after the hour of the lunar month, and at most, the newspapers will be sold out.

Scholars are usually idle and have few things that can cause them to be interested. This newspaper looks inconspicuous, but it just makes their appetite. In fact, not only these scholars, but also new governors cannot avoid the vulgarity.

When he was in the capital, he had long heard of newspapers. Now that he has arrived here, he naturally can't help but ask someone to take a copy to see. At first glance, he really found it interesting. He gradually developed a habit and sent someone to the station to send one copy every day.

When he woke up early in the morning, he first met the officials who came to pay homage. Then he found a free time and sat comfortably on the pear wooden chair. He picked up the tea cup and drank a few sips. He slowly spread the newspaper. Because his eyes were not very good, he ordered people to light an oil lamp. Most people often start from the beginning when reading newspapers, but this imperial envoy looked at it from the end. The so-called bitterness first and sweetness later, and the best ones naturally have to be left to the end.

After half an hour, I finally saw the front page. The article in the front page actually wrote about him. The imperial envoy was stunned at first, and then he showed joy.

He had long heard that newspapers are best at writing characters, and most celebrities in Zhejiang have recorded them. This is also a feature of Ming Pao. I didn't expect that Ming Pao was just living here, so Ming Pao actually wanted to write it out.

He cheered up and read it curiously. As expected, he praised himself very much in the article. He first started with the official voice and told him wherever he passed. He served as Hanlin, Kedao Imperial Envoy, local governor, and then to the Right Minister of the Ministry of Rites.

Seeing this, the imperial envoy stroked his beard and smiled, and his interest became even more intense.

Then he talked about the virtues of the imperial envoy, saying that he was an example of an official, filial to his parents, and supervised his children, and was well-known in the clan.

The imperial envoy narrowed his eyes and slightly agreed with him.

Next, we naturally have to praise the knowledge of the imperial envoy. He was a Jinshi and his articles were naturally excellent. This was the place where the imperial envoy had always been proud of. Now Ming Pao took the Ming Shi Records that he participated in compiling in the Hanlin Academy as an example, saying that he had served as the Minister Hu to compile the Hanlin Academy, and the Ming Shi Records were a lot more beautiful.

This is a very ordinary sentence, but when you think about it in detail, it is extraordinary. Because the Ming Shilu was compiled and participated in a large number of compilations and almost every Shujishi had participated in the compilation of this official history book. Since the Secretary of the Hu family has added a lot of color, doesn’t this mean that his status is higher than that of other Hanlin people?

If you look at it from this perspective, it will definitely be an amazing honor. If you only say that he is knowledgeable, he may not be able to appreciate it. But if you say that his skills are superior to Hanlin, if this reputation is spread through newspapers, Lord Hu will really have his name left in history.

In fact, when I saw this, the imperial envoy named Hu couldn't help but wonder, wasn't this newspaper run by Xu Qian? Why did he swear so hard to himself? Could it be that he had any plans?

When he thought about it, Lord Hu sneered in his heart: "Is this Xu person at his wits nowhere to go. Seeing that I was in charge of the provincial examination, I went to the hospital in a hurry and wanted to get close to me. Humph, shameless."

Although I understood Xu Qian's thoughts, this was something that Lord Hu deserved to celebrate after all. He continued to read with great interest. The following content was to give an example. If you say that someone is good at learning, there should be a reason. So Ming Pao posted a previous article by Lord Hu. This article has some impression of Lord Hu. He was written in his spare time in Hanlin. Somehow it was circulated. It was quite famous. This was Lord Hu's proud work. Ming Pao posted it one by one to appreciate it, which shows his sincerity.

only……

Lord Hu smiled at first, but slowly, his face showed a bit of suspicion. There was nothing wrong with his taste, but the problem was that this so-called taste was very contrary to his original meaning. He clearly wrote this meaning, but the annotation completely distorted the original meaning.

This feeling made Lord Hu a little strange. In fact, it was nothing. After all, there were no punctuation marks at this time. In the same sentence, as long as the annotation is well annotated, it would be nothing if it completely deviated from the author's original meaning. Look at the Analects of Confucius, each great scholar has his own explanation. If it were not for the official setting of Cheng and Zhu's annotation as the official standard, God knows how many meanings would be.
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