Huo Tingyu was dealing with the last official document before the New Year, and suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.
"Please come in." He put down the pen in his hand.
Xu Sheng walked in outside the door.
"Your boss asked you to come?" Huo Tingyu asked him.
"The boss said that the New Year is approaching, and the general will inevitably have to take a holiday to his subordinates and ask me to give you some gifts to the people in the government." Xu Sheng said with a gift list in his hand and neither humble nor arrogant.
"This..." Huo Tingyu hesitated a little.
Seeing him hesitating, Xu Sheng said slowly: "The boss said that this gift is not a bribe. First, thank the Grandmaster for his previous efforts to protect her reputation at the banquet, and second, thank the Grandmaster for giving us Chen before.
The convenience provided by everyone's shopkeepers."
After Xu Sheng said this, Huo Tingyu was even more difficult to refuse.
He nodded and said he accepted it.
But Xu Sheng did not leave.
"Is there anything else?" he asked curiously.
"I want to invite the handsome man to give me a look," Xu Sheng took out another invitation and put it in front of Huo Tingyu. "The night after tomorrow, the shopkeepers of the Chen family had a dinner together. The boss asked me to invite you, hoping that you can come and let us do it.
I'll give you a meal once."
After Xu Sheng finished speaking this time, he did not leave Huo Tingyu's time to refuse, so he turned around and left Huo Tingyu's office.
Huo Tingyu looked at the gift list and invitations on the table, laughing and crying.
Chen Jinjun thoughtfully asked Xu Sheng to divide the gifts into pieces and put them in the yard of the Yongzhou government in a car.
Huo Tingyu called out to the master and handed him the gift list: "You can call someone to the yard later, and each person will receive a New Year gift to have a good New Year."
Then he picked up the invitation, which was written by Chen Jinjun himself with a handsome and thin gold style.
Huo Tingyu looked at the handwriting on the invitation and couldn't help but see Chen Jinjun's beautiful but sharp face appeared in front of him.
It seems that I haven't seen Chen Dong's family for a long time.
Then go.
There was a voice in his heart saying.
Huo Tingyu opened the drawer and put the invitation together with the photo of Chen Jinjun who had been torn from the newspaper.
As soon as he picked up the official documents and prepared to continue working, someone came again.
"Shopkeeper Yang." As soon as Huo Tingyu walked into the reception room, he saw Yang Qing.
Yang Qing hurriedly stood up, his face full of smiles.
"Long time no see you, Grandmaster. I wish you a wish for an early age. I hope you won't be surprised."
Huo Tingyu nodded quietly and avoided Yang Qing's pleasing sight.
"Is there anything wrong with Manager Yang coming this time?"
He sat on the wide sofa with his long legs overlapping.
"It's the thing you said last time, the thing that needs to cooperate with our government."
Yang Qing smiled like an old chrysanthemum: "I went back to sort out the account book. Although I still couldn't reach the number you mentioned, it should be enough for you to spend some time."
As he said that, he pushed the cooperation agreement he proposed to Huo Tingyu.
Huo Tingyu picked it up and looked at it.
“Not needed now.”
"Ah?" Yang Qing couldn't believe his ears, "What did you say?"
Huo Tingyu glanced at him coldly: "I said, your money is too late and I can't use it."
He clearly remembered that Yang Qing’s Fule Teahouse was under the name of Deji, and the Hu family in Deji was not a good thing.
What's more, Chen Jinjun had given him eye drops before, so it would be different if Deji's money was not done completely.
As a warlord in Yongzhou, he did not want to use this money that was stained with human blood.
This is where Huo Tingyu is different from most warlords. Warlords in other regions try their best to plunder money from the people, and even some taxes are received decades later.
To be fair, Huo Tingyu couldn't do such a beastly thing.
Yang Qing carefully observed Huo Tingyu's face and saw a look of disgust appearing on his firm face.
It seems that this business cannot be completed today.
Yang Qing doesn't care. Anyway, the real purpose of his visit today is not to talk to Huo Tingyu about this business that is not very beneficial to him.
He looked understanding: "Master, there is something that I have to say."
Huo Tingyu looked at him with a frown. He wanted Yang Qing not to talk, but he wanted to know what he could say.
Yang Qing pretended not to see the hesitation in Huo Tingyu's eyes and said directly: "I think that a city as big as Yongzhou cannot be controlled by only a few people in the lifeline of the economy."
Huo Tingyu looked at Yang Qing with sharp eyes: "What do you mean?"
Yang Qing smiled elegantly, with a scholarly style: "The Yongzhou Chamber of Commerce has enjoyed low taxes in Yongzhou over the years, but the business in Yongzhou has not developed. The Grand Marshal can check it carefully. Why is this?"
Yongzhou Chamber of Commerce? Tsai Ing?
Huo Tingyu doesn't understand. Yang Qing is a member of Deji, and Deji is very close to Tsai Ing-wen. Why is he targeting Tsai Ing-wen in his words and intentionally or unintentionally?
Is this dissatisfaction with Tsai Ing-chan?
Huo Tingyu looked at Yang Qing and asked tentatively: "Fule Teahouse belongs to Deji. Deji and Tsai Ing-wen. Did Boss Yang say these words to me alone, or have you been thinking about them for a long time in your heart?"
Yang Qing clasped his fists at Huo Tingyu: "I just felt the situation in Yongzhou. I have been out for a long time, so I should go back soon."
He got up and walked out the door, looked at the bright sky outside through the tall arched window of the reception room, and sighed as if he was relieved: "Goodbye."
Yang Qing turned around and left, and Huo Tingyu actually saw a trace of determination in his left back.
What is he trying to decide?
Huo Tingyu couldn't figure it out and was unwilling to think too much, so he got up and walked towards his office.
Yang Qing left the Yongzhou government and reached out to stop a rickshaw.
"Master, where are you going?" The coachman saw Yang Qing and pressed the broken straw hat on his head.
Yang Qing didn't notice his little moves, and got into the car, looking a little lonely: "Yuchunlou."
The coachman quietly turned his eyes and shouted attentively: "There are girls from the capital in Yuchun Tower. Master, you are also rich and you will be rewarded at first glance."
Yang Qing didn't listen carefully to what the coachman was saying, but just looked at the pedestrians on the road with regret.
The coachman ran on the road with a cart, looking back at Yang Qing from time to time.
"What do you think I'm doing?" Yang Qing frowned. The coachman always turned around, and he always felt inexplicably embarrassed when he saw it.
The coachman quickly explained: "I just saw you look like a scholar, not as good as you can afford to go to Yuchun Tower. I couldn't help but take a look."
"Pull your car well and don't worry about other people's business." Yang Qing rubbed his brows and looked at Yuchun Tower getting closer and closer.
"Here, sir." The coachman stopped the car.
Yang Qing threw the money to him and glanced at him.
The coachman's wide straw hat was covered with his head, and Yang Qing couldn't see his face.
But he had no time to think about it anymore, and Shen Xiaoxiao had already seen him come to meet him.
When Yang Qing walked into Yuchun Tower, the coachman raised his hat with his hand to express his greetings to Chen Xiaoxiao.
Chen Xiaoxiao nodded slightly.
The coachman immediately parked his car in the backyard of Yuchun Tower and headed towards Taiping Villa.
Chen Xiaoxiao led Yang Qing and asked diligently: "You are not here any time. See if you will continue to look for Wenqin this time, or... change one?"
Yang Qing waved his hand: "It's still Wenqin."
After saying that, he skillfully gave Chen Xiaoxiao the wallet and went upstairs on his own.
Chen Xiaoxiao put away the smile on her face, threw the purse into the counter, and went to the backyard to find Wenqin.
Wenqin was sitting in front of the table, dressing up according to daily routine.