Chapter Thirty-Three Twenty-six Years Old, Second Grade Official
I went downstairs and saw people drinking tea at the table.
He Yunchu sighed, it was really ‘five hundred taels’!
When Fang Chuyu saw the person, she couldn't sit still and jumped over: "Young lady of the He family!"
Little lady?
He Yunchu: "Call me sister."
"I don't!" Fang Chuyu said, "You want to take advantage of me."
He Yunchu crossed his arms, helpless: "Tell me, what do you want to talk about?"
Recently, Fang Chuyu has been drilling in Liuxiufang every day, and He Yunchu heard about it.
Sister Xiang said that the child asked to see her several times.
But He Yunchu was either busy or sick.
As soon as the notice recruiting 'shareholders' came out last night, as soon as the store opened today, Sister Xiang was stuffed with five hundred taels of silver in her face.
"I want to invest, aren't you short of money now? I've sent money."
He Yunchu held the five hundred taels of silver notes in his hands, neither saying whether to accept it or not: "What are you doing for?"
She didn't wear a veil today, so Fang Chuyu was entranced by the stunning face that came close to her.
His face turned red and he hesitated: "For, can't I do it for you?"
He Yunchu slapped the banknote on his chest: "No."
"Why?!" Fang Chuyu said excitedly: "If you want money, I will give it to you. If you don't sell it, I will just come over and check on you every day. I don't like to use force!"
He Yunchu had a headache.
She didn't know how to explain that she was looking for partners, not investors.
To allow someone to invest in Liuxiufang, she must have some connections, some business insights, or some support that she will ask for next.
The Fang family is rich.
She often heard Sister Xiang say that the Fang family was rich.
But if she accepts these five hundred taels and holds a shareholders' meeting later, what should she do if the young master only blushes at her?
This is not what He Yunchu wants.
"Thank you, Master Fang, for your kindness, but I really can't bear it."
"you!"
"Ouch!" Sister Xiang's heart ached: "This is five hundred taels of silver notes. He Yunchu, what are you thinking? Why can't Mr. Fang do it?"
"That's it, you give me a reason!"
He Yunchu couldn't give a reason.
In short, Fang Chuyu is not the person she wants.
The three of them couldn't argue and froze in the living room.
Mei'er understood her expression and brought over a bowl of lotus seed porridge: "Don't be angry now. Sister He's illness is not cured yet, so you'll get angry again."
Sister Xiang complained: "Is she angry or am I angry? I don't want any business that comes to me!"
He Yunchu was indeed feeling uncomfortable.
She sat down and stirred the bowl of porridge, but she had no appetite at all.
"What's going on? Why don't you eat a little?"
He Yunchu put a mouthful of porridge into his mouth, but before he could swallow it, he felt nauseated.
Pushing away the porridge, she slapped her chest hard.
Sister Xiang had just spoken harshly, but now she was worried about the cash cow: "What's wrong? Find a doctor?"
Mei'er wondered: "I've tried to persuade her, but Sister He doesn't want to. How can anyone stay close to her when she's sick? I've boiled two sets of medicine for typhoid fever and I still refuse to take it."
He Yunchu waved his hand: "It's still a side effect of the medicine that day. I just feel nauseous. The typhoid fever is fine. I'll be fine in two days."
Sister Xiang saw it, but her eyes flashed: "How come the side effects are only nausea?"
"Still sleepy." He Yunchu replied: "I haven't slept enough in the past two days."
"Disgusting," Sister Xiang muttered, "lethargic."
Mei'er replied: "This is not the solution anyway. I only heard that the person in the palace felt sick twice. Why is it that you are not getting better?"
A few days ago, someone from the palace came to ask why the Holy One always had a bad appetite after waking up.
He Yunchu explained that it was a side effect, and he heard that it would be fine after two days.
"I am infected with wind and cold, and with this side effect, it will be difficult to get better."
Meier understood: "What about taking some medicine?"
He Yunchu shook his head: "Bitter."
Although she is a doctor, she likes to put it off when she feels uncomfortable and refuses to take medicine.
Nowadays, in ancient times, it was all Chinese medicine, and she was even less willing to take it.
It's useless to persuade anyone.
The more Sister Xiang looked at it, the more she felt something was wrong. Just as she was about to say something, a turtle man hurried in from outside.
"Miss Congratulations," Mr. Gui handed over a folded post: "Someone handed me a post."
"Post?"
Sister Xiang's thoughts were interrupted halfway and she couldn't wait to pick it up.
After unfolding it, a smile gradually appeared on Sister Xiang's pink face.
He Yunchu felt a little better in his stomach and was curious: "Who sent the post?"
"Guess what?" Sister Xiang instantly forgot about Fang Chuyu beside her, waved the post and said, "Song Zidu, Zuo Shilang!"
Song Zidu?
He Yunchu had not studied the forces in the DPRK and China and was not very clear about them.
"Second Minister Zuo, let alone who he is, with this official title, we are afraid that we will have no way to make friends? This is a bigger official than Rong Jin!"
After hearing the last sentence, He Yunchu frowned slightly: "Why do you always mention Rong Jin?"
She had previously told people in the building not to mention Rong Jin to anyone.
Sister Xiang also forgot for a moment: "Oh, I am so quick to talk! I won't mention it anymore."
Fang Chuyu rushed forward: "What Rong Jin? What Zuo Shilang? I understand, you don't want my five hundred taels because you dislike me and not my official status!"
He Yunchu felt powerless towards him and couldn't explain it: "You are too young."
"Then Song Zi is not very old! He is only twenty-six years old!"
He Yunchu: "...Twenty-six? Second grade official?"
Then this person can be considered famous at a young age.
"No, this person is quite capable."
He Yunchu looked at the post in his hand. The words on it should be written on behalf of others. He wrote neatly: At noon tomorrow, Miss He is invited to stay and listen to the small talk in the pavilion and wait for good news.
"Sister He, do you think this is an answer or not?"
Second-grade official, this is no joke.
If you don't do it well, you will easily offend others.
The bigger the official, the more important it is for the future.
He Yunchu did not hesitate and said decisively: "Take it."
Liuxiufang has been in the limelight recently, and Song Zidu’s post is just the beginning, and it will only become more popular in the future.
Isn't this what He Yunchu wants?
She closed the post and felt proud.
Fang Chuyu was angry and angry: "Hey Yunchu! You really look down on me!"
He Yunchu had no intention of dragging the simple young master into his plan.
"Master Fang often comes to play, but cooperation needs to be discussed in the long run."
Fang Chuyu threw away his hands and ran away.
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He Mansion, Ting Yuxuan.
"What did you say?" He Qingyu looked surprised: "Seriously?"
Kneeling below her was a man dressed as a brothel turtle.
It's Ge Liu!
Ge Liu's face had the same joy as hers: "Of course I take it seriously, Third Miss loves me so much, and Lao Liu must know everything."
"You said He Yunchu was clearly dead that day, but he came back to life later?"
"Exactly!" Ge Liu never put down the peach wood sword in his hand, his eyes were crazy: "She is a ghost, she is not a human!"
"The Peach Wood Sword kills ghosts and gods. If I kill him, I will definitely make that He Qi fly to ashes and be annihilated!"
Maid Chun Xing is frightened.
The third lady became more and more resentful towards He Yunchu after the last time.
Just now Ge Liu came to seek refuge and told him something secret about He Yunchu.
After hearing this, He Qingyu was ready to make a move!
"Just now, someone handed over a post. I heard that she is going to Liuting Pavilion tomorrow."
After hearing this, He Qingyu murmured: "Liu Ting Pavilion."
Immediately, Chun Xing saw her laughing crazily: "This bitch is becoming more and more high-profile. Tomorrow I want her to taste what it feels like to make a fool of herself in public!" This chapter has been completed!