Zinu Chunshan frowned lightly. Although she knew it would not be easy to achieve her wish, she still thought about what Zheng Ze had to say.
"I have long said that it is too hard for Zi Nv to work for Zi Lan Xuan. If there is someone who can help the girl share the burden, it will be much easier. Why not turn the 70% of the profit into Zi Lan Xuan's
How about 10% ownership?”
Hearing this, ripples appeared in Zi Nu's charming eyes, "10% ownership?"
She reacted instantly and raised the corners of her mouth slightly, "Sir, you really have a good plan!"
Zheng Ze shrugged, "Aren't you worried that I will be harmful to Zilanxuan? If it has a part of me, I won't have bad thoughts about my own things, right?"
The purple girl's hair is held high, and under the curved willow-leaf slender eyebrows on her snow-skinned jade face, strands of charm linger, but her tight clothes climb up her snowy neck, giving people a conservative feeling.
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She has never intentionally shown off to be coquettish. As long as she sits next to her, she can always feel the charm that Yu Jie naturally reveals unconsciously. Combined with the shrewd wisdom between her purple eyebrows and eyes, when she looks at her, it's like there is something hidden in her eyes.
The hook firmly captures the man's heart.
"Do you think I will promise you?" Zi Nu said softly.
Although I didn't readily accept his proposal, I was not as insistent on drawing a clear line and full of vigilance as before.
It is much better to expose one's ambitions in front of her than to keep her guessing and still not being able to figure it out.
She is not as gentle as Mrs. Hu, not as coquettish as Yan Lingji, not as tranquil as Nongyu, not as pure as Jingyu, but she only has the delicate charm that belongs to her purple girl.
Rational and strong, cautious and independent.
This is also Zheng Ze's favorite place. Holding the wine cup she poured, he said, "Why not? Since Zilanxuan is willing to join the game, he must have been prepared, and now it would be better to add an extra layer of protection, wouldn't it?"
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At first, when Zheng Ze said he wanted Zi Lan Xuan, everyone might just think it was a joke, but now Zi Nu can't help but think about the feasibility of such a thing, because the weight of people who say such things is different.
But before she could think about it, the door to the private room was pushed open, and two figures wearing hats and masks walked in one after another.
Fu Nian took Zhang Liang with him, looking around and carefully appearing in front of Zheng Ze without being noticed by others.
After closing the door gently, his waist instantly straightened up. He took off the bamboo hat on his head and the cloth covering his face. His face was full of uprightness as frosty as snow. Fu Nian walked up to Zheng Ze and stood tall.
looked down at him and asked directly.
"Mr. Zheng Ze, there is no enmity between you and me, why do you want to stir up trouble and ruin my reputation?" He looked very angry.
As for whether he is really so angry or whether he wants to take the opportunity to stand on the moral high ground, only he knows.
Their arrival interrupted the conversation between Zheng Ze and Zi Nu. Seeing Fu Nian, Zi Nu consciously stood up to greet them.
Zheng Ze, who faced Fu Nian's questioning, looked indifferently.
He raised his hand and pushed the book at hand to Fu Nian. He said calmly: "This is the art of papermaking. It has been prepared for sir."
After his words fell, not only Fu Nian, but also Zi Nu and Zhang Liang couldn't help but pay attention to the book on the case.
Except for Yan'er who was observing while eating, no one here didn't know the importance of papermaking. This was a historic innovation, so he just took it out like this?
Fu Nian didn't know how to manage his emotions and demeanor for a while. Compared to the papermaking technology placed in front of him, his reputation seemed not that important.
He wanted to be angry, but when he saw this book, nothing could come out.
Without him, Zheng Ze has given too much.
"Mr. Zheng, is this for me?" The angry tone just started to rise and then stopped abruptly. The soft words spoken at this time sounded a bit abrupt.
Feeling this change, Zheng Ze gently raised the corner of his mouth, "I said yesterday that I will devote my hands to papermaking. Not only that, I also have craftsmen here who are familiar with papermaking. I can send people to follow Mr. Fu Nian to teach him.
Mature experience. Now, can we have a good talk?"
Why can't we talk about it?
Fu Nian quickly calmed down his emotions in the future. If his reputation could be exchanged for mature papermaking technology, Fu Nian felt that there was no harm in coming a few more times.
Those who are pure will become pure themselves, and the master will understand them.
"I'm so rude!" Fu Nian sighed and sat down in front of Zheng Ze, while Zhang Liang stood behind him.
Slowly picking up the book in front of him, Fu Nian scanned the words on it, his face moved slightly, then he closed the book, raised his head, and looked at the young man's pale face, he pursed his lips and said, "Then what does Mr. Zheng want?"
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Zheng Ze shook his head. He had never thought of taking the papermaking technology into his own hands. If he didn't have the power to monopolize, he shouldn't have the idea of monopolizing it.
It may bring astonishing wealth, but compared to the risks that need to be taken, it is not worth sticking to. He really needs wealth, but he has never had the idea of earning it himself.
We have already come to this society where etiquette and music are broken. How can we think about making money by ourselves? Wouldn’t it be better to just grab it?
For the wealth needed to open the fourth stage of the puppet, Zheng Ze has always been counting on the money bank of the Jade Tiger.
So papermaking is not that important to him.
He did not hesitate to share the art of papermaking, whether it was at night or with hundreds of families. What Zheng Ze really valued was the role that paper could really produce after it came out.
He did not answer Fu Nian's question directly, but raised his hand and pointed out the window, "Mr. Fu Nian said yesterday that there were not many people here, but what about today?"
Fu Nian didn't need to look, he could already feel the surging crowd outside, "Rhetoric to confuse people, does Mr. Zheng know that this is the way to die?"
Like Han Fei, he immediately felt the invisible power of verbal communication.
"If Confucianism wants to spread grammar and promote its own ideas, doesn't it rely on this kind of power?" Zheng Ze said slowly, holding half of his face with his hands.
Fu Nian shook his head and said directly: "We are just concentrating on studying knowledge and have no intention of participating in the world war."
He probably understood what Zheng Ze wanted to say, but this kind of thing was too dangerous and they didn't want to touch it.
At least for now, among the hundreds of schools of thought, basically no one has the idea of taking sides.
"A gentleman keeps his weapons hidden in his body, ready to use them when the time comes. There are some things you can do without, but it is best to have them."
After Zheng Ze's words fell, Fu Nian thought for a moment and shook his head, "There is no way to bring about blessings and misfortunes. You can only take it by yourself. Mr. Zheng should know the dangers involved!"
The corner of his mouth moved slightly, and Zheng Ze shrugged, "In that case, I won't force you. Anyway, I heard that people from the Mohist and Taoist schools should be arriving tomorrow."
Two consecutive rounds of nucleic acid testing in ten hours made me a little tired...
