Song Wen suddenly bowed to Yue Yao mysteriously, and said such words mysteriously, which really fooled Gao Qiu for a while.
Gao Qiu seemed a little surprised, but also felt that it was appropriate! He also felt a little respect for Song Wen, the rumored master of the world.
"Get up... don't worry, I will leave all the accounting of the gaming club to you in the future! You have contributed so much, I will not let you be wronged... I will try my best to get 30% of the profit, and I will leave you half of it.
Done! You need to maintain the accounting room and make various arrangements... As for other things, I will help you find a vacancy for the pre-military function, a scribe or a head of the supply camp... This way you can do it in the future
There is a valid reason for intervening in the gambling club..."
What? Pre-military utility... What is this? Song Wen was confused, but he actually remembered the two characters Dutou... Dutou? It seems to be a minor official title at the level of company platoon leader... Wu Songwu Erlang
Isn’t he just a country soldier?
The military system of the Song Dynasty was quite chaotic, but the basic structure was just like that. The corps commander was a leader, and a team of fifty people was in charge. Then there was the capital of a hundred people, and then there were the Yuhou, the Yuhou, and the battalion commander.
...Song Wen had never thought of being a martial artist so early, but Gao Qiu had already said so, and if he refused again, he would be suspicious...You don't want power, you don't want family background, you just want to make money and fame, you
Do you want to rebel?
When Song Wen saw the sincerity and the conditions had been negotiated, he bowed and saluted... "I would like to thank you, Mr. Taiwei, for your cultivation!"
This sentence of Lord Taiwei touched Gao Qiu's heart, and the old guy waved his hand... "Your Majesty hasn't issued an order yet, so don't be so abrupt... Hahaha!"
After the two met, it was already the time when the moon was rising above the willow trees. The discerning housekeeper knew that this humble businessman was already his master's guest! He carefully led Song Wen to leave through the side door...
Song Wen didn't want these high-ranking housekeepers to hold grudges because of his meddling in other people's business, so he quietly inquired about the unlucky boy Xu Mao... He felt relieved when he found out that this guy had only been beaten and fined for half a year.
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As long as you don't die...
Two heavy ingots of silver were stuffed into the sleeves of the high house steward. The steward was stunned... "Dr. Song, this... is a bit heavy!"
A seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister, these days, even if he comes to visit and ask for an audience, he has to hand over a package to the concierge to bribe him. Logically speaking, it is nothing for Gao Qiu's butler to accept a red envelope of a few taels from a merchant, but it must be at least twenty taels.
!
Song Wen cupped his hands and said: "If you hadn't insisted on seeing the effect of this new calculation method with your own eyes, I would never have done such a thankless thing! Manager Xu was negligent for a while, but I suffered because of it... Then
Please ask the butler to give the ten taels of silver to Manager Xu as an apology from me!"
The housekeeper secretly nodded, held up his hands and whispered to Song Wen: "Song Dongzhu is really a kind and benevolent person! His open-minded approach is really admirable... Don't worry, I will mediate this matter, and those people will not bear any grudge against you.
!”
"That puts me at ease. If the housekeeper needs help with anything, just send someone to Wazi Street and let him know in the next call..."
"Wazi Street, the paradise on earth, will have to visit sooner or later...then I will bother Dongzhu Song...hahaha!"
"It's a small matter! I'll take my leave."
"Song Dongzhu, walk slowly!"
Song Wen got on the carriage, An Chun sat on the shaft and explained to the coachman, the flower wheel started turning gurglingly, and the carriage gradually disappeared into the night.
Gao Qiu's confidant butler weighed the two ingots of snowflake official silver in his hand and exclaimed in a low voice... "Amazing! A mere brothel boy can sit in the study of our Taiwei master and talk eloquently within a year.
Cooperating in such a huge business... not only does he have real skills, but his all-round way of doing things is also impressive!"
Song Wen has not shown up at Wazi Street in the past two days. Some things can be started by oneself. Wang Zhiwei is actually a quick thinker, and Chun Niang can also calm down the chatter of the brothel ladies in the background... Take care of it yourself
Just control the direction. You can't carry the name Turtle God with you for the rest of your life, right?
Daruch was seriously ill and couldn't regain his strength for several months. However, he gave up drinking... I don't know what he dreamed about while he was unconscious.
Song Wen hid in Lin Chong's small courtyard. This was the only property left to him by Lin Chong's late parents. There were several houses inside and outside. As for the dozens of acres of farmland accumulated outside the city, they did not survive until the imperial court established the Xicheng District.
So, Lin Chong had long since sold it and spent it.
It’s not just talk about being poor in literature and rich in military affairs. Medicinal materials that can nourish the body, or pork, mutton, and fish that strengthen muscles and bones in daily life, which one does not require money?
Fortunately, with Song Wen, from time to time Song Wen would pay Lin Chong to buy a lot of herbal supplements and wild meat from the mountains to nourish himself, Lin Chong and An Chun. Lin Chong didn't care about the money.
, Song Wen would give him some and he would take some...but I couldn't see any expenses on his part.
Song Wen crossed his legs and drank a pot of ice-cold grape wine. It was already autumn, the weather had become more comfortable, and it was still early for the Jin people to go south... Zhao Ji, Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty, could still jump around for a few more years, and Song Wen didn't want to spend all the time.
It makes me nervous all the time.
Daruch was napping against the wall next to him. This Tatar was a stubborn and stubborn person, but Song Wen felt that he could still be saved...
"Daruch! What are you thinking about?"
Daruchi didn't even open his eyelids. In his heart... Song Wen, who was powerless, was the master, but he was not worthy of respect!
"Replying to the master, Daruch is thinking about the horse breasts on the grassland..."
"What's the point of that thing? You might as well just think about breasts..."
Daruch was stunned for a moment, and the pair of white and soft ones actually appeared in his mind...
"I don't want to!"
Daruch shook his head to get rid of the tempting things in his memory, and glanced at Song Wen... "If you continue to be greedy and don't practice Kung Fu, you will never be a real hero!"
Song Wen was surprised and said: "Who told you that I want to be a hero? And... who told you that to be a hero, you must have good martial arts skills?"
Daruchi was speechless for a long time and found that he had no room to refute...
"Is the Emperor of Liao good at martial arts?"
Daruch shook his head: "It's okay to ride a horse, but I can't carry the knife anymore because of the drunkenness..."
"Do all the heroes of the Liao Kingdom have to surrender under his feet?"
Daruch thought seriously... "Not necessarily..."
Song Wen was excited... "Oh no, Daruch...does Brother Yelushan want to rebel?"
"No, Master Yelu is very loyal to the Emperor of Liao! I mean some Khitan nobles are still a little unconvinced by the Emperor of Liao... I don't know how many more there are."
Song Wen turned over and lay down and smiled: "So, what are the heroes in this world? It's not just about force, force can only kill people... Those who can save people are the real heroes!"
Daruch suddenly realized... "I understand... you let others kill people and then you come to save them. You want to be a greater hero than a hero... You... you want to be an emperor, right?"
Song Wen was still complacent at first, but when the last sentence came out, Song Wen jumped up in anger and cursed: "Daruch! You stupid idiot, do you want to kill me and then escape back to the Liao Kingdom? This kind of thing
If you dare to talk nonsense, what will happen if people hear it? I’ll fine you one month’s salary!”
Daruchi nodded naively, as if he didn't care about money or anything... As long as he had food, meat, and a place to sleep, that would be enough.
Song Wen saw Daruch squatting in the corner and not talking, and asked again: "Why don't you drink anymore?"
"Afraid of getting drunk."
"You're just drunk, what's the big deal?"
"When you are drunk, you will think of someone you don't want to think of. I don't want to think of that person anymore!"
"Is she a woman? Hehehe..."
Daruch turned around and didn't want to talk to this master.