Qi wang ye, wang fei, she is crazy again

Chapter 389 Crying for money in front of the emperor
The newspaper office in Jiangnan is busy, and the newspaper office in Kyoto is even busier. After round after round of painting, Mr. Wen is now a famous master of Danqing, but he rejected the proposal of the newspaper office to push him to be one, and withdrew from the competition at the last moment , because the emperor needed to use the newspaper office, he really had no time to calm down and paint.

This move admired those who admired him, but invisibly raised his image.

Kyoto has been very busy recently. Qi Cang Kingdom, a small country on the border, came to pay respects to Emperor Dongshu with countless treasures. He originally wanted to pay respects to Emperor Dongshu, show his loyalty, and then do some business in Kyoto to earn some money, but he has already tasted Will the emperor who has brought sweetness to the competition be so easily dismissed?
Of course not, the purpose of directly telling people to have a friendly discussion is to enhance the friendship between the two countries.

The big country said that it wants to enhance friendship with you, do you dare to say that you don't want to?

Therefore, a competition led by the newspaper office and the Ministry of Rites kicked off with such vigor and vitality.

Before that, the newspaper had opened a special issue, which gave a good impression of this small border country. Jiang generally rescued them from the fire and water, and the two countries have established a deep friendship since then, with exchanges every year (actually, they pay tribute every year, which is equivalent to teaching protection fees).

The newspaper office also introduced the special products of the people in the spirit of a big country, and helped them sell the goods. On the day when the goods were officially sold, people in the small border country were dumbfounded.

The goods they brought were not to mention cheap, how could the merchants in Beijing and China miss them, and the orders flew away like snowflakes.

In this way, under the attack of a slap and a sweet date, such a small border country sold out its goods in a daze, and went to the competition venue in a daze. When they saw the crowds of spectators in the stands, they Tears of excitement filled my eyes.

Look!The East Pivot who protected us did not despise our weakness, and used their newspapers to publicize us, so that our goods were sold out at once, and they also won many orders, making us even more prosperous.

Look!The great Dongshu also pushed our warriors in front of others, so that the people of Dongshu would know us and cheer for us.

Thanks to the great Emperor Dongshu! !

The emperor was very happy when he learned of the entrance ticket revenue. The sixth son and his daughter-in-law were not here, so he sent a little money to the newspaper office at will, and the rest went into his pocket. It was beautiful to think about it.

I hope that while the sixth son and his wife are away, there will be more beautiful things like this.

The smile on the emperor's face never faded, and he was even more amiable towards the small border countries, and told them to come often, and it is best to bring the small countries around them. After all, Dongshu is a big country that can accommodate them and is willing to make friends with them .

The small border country is so grateful, and feels that Dongshu's thick thigh is firmly held, and can't wait to call all the countries around them to see how their big brother protects them.

The newspaper office without Hua Jingyun and Wen Mianmian was so busy and lonely, a lot of people were busy with their work, and the accountant still lost money after calculation, which made them anxious.

The key is that Mr. Shi Wen was pushed out, and he was asked to go out in person, and handed him a post to enter the palace saying that he would greet the emperor.

As the father of General Wen and the grandfather of Concubine Annan, Mr. Wen's greeting post soon arrived in front of the emperor. The emperor was very surprised and felt quite strange, so he summoned him immediately.

On the way into the palace, Mr. Wen kept thinking about what his son said about the emperor, um, is he soft or hard?In fact, it's easy to coax?

Come softly, he is good at it!

When he arrived at the entrance of the imperial study room, the servant asked him to wait for a while. Mr. Wen grasped his toes tightly. Although he seemed to have changed a lot under the encouragement of his little granddaughter in the past few months, he was still very scared. Hold on, when it's time to see the real chapter. I really want to run.
Just when he felt that he was impulsive and entangled in every possible way, the servant came, "Master Wen, the emperor summoned you to enter."

"okay."

Trembling into the door, he lowered his head and quickly glanced at the emperor, then knelt down three steps away from the imperial case, "The grassroots pay homage to the emperor, my emperor, long live, long live, long live."

The emperor raised his eyebrows, and suddenly remembered that the general's father was still white.

"Master Wen, get up."

The emperor was very kind. After all, in his perception, the general's father couldn't help but frighten him, "Is there something to do here?"

Old Man Wen got up tremblingly, and carefully explained the purpose of his visit. Because he was too nervous to express clearly, the emperor asked patiently, "Don't be afraid, old man. I don't eat people, so speak slowly."

When he said this, the old man became even more nervous, and his eye circles turned red all of a sudden, "Report to the emperor, the newspaper lost 2000 taels in organizing this event."

"Only the emperor, can you?"

The old man couldn't go on talking, felt that his legs were shaking when he was standing, so he knelt down. As soon as he knelt down, he felt a lot more at ease in his heart, and his speech became smoother. There was a loss of 2000 taels from the event, and I couldn’t even account for it, so I couldn’t account for it.”

"Your Majesty, last time the youth talent competition, the ticket revenue was four or six cents, right?"

"Not even one nine this time."

It's so bullying.

Looking at the little old man kneeling on the ground, the emperor felt bad, did the co-author come to make him spit out the money?

Seeing the infinite grievance of old man Wen, he was afraid of speaking too seriously, afraid that he would faint from fright.

Hey.
The emperor sighed heavily, not to mention the sixth son or his wife, or his great general, he can fool him, so what is this little old man going to do?
"Mr. Wen, it's difficult for me. You see so many people coming, and I arranged for drinking and living. The little money I earned is not enough to make up for it, I"

He couldn't go on, and the little old man wiped away his tears.

"I'll give the newspaper a subsidy of 2000 taels, it's really not much."

The old man kept silent and continued to wipe away his tears. The emperor let out a long breath, "5000 taels, nothing more."

Old Man Wen pinched his fingers to make the final calculation in his heart, and kowtowed respectfully, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Just like that, Mr. Wen went to the palace, wiped his tears in front of the emperor, and got 5000 taels in exchange, and returned contentedly.

The emperor didn't say a word for a while, and finally understood who his general was like, and his personal servant brought tea, and the emperor complained, "If my general cries like this, tsk tsk"

The servant smiled, "If General Wen really comes here, he won't be able to beat 5 taels."

The emperor is a bit bad, as if he has seen that scene
(End of this chapter)