Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

"Alright, go make the arrangements. No need to ask anything else. First, solve their food problem."

"Oh, right, also get someone to stand on the second floor of the newspaper office specifically to clock them in. Follow the county's rules: five qian will be deducted for each tardiness."

Xie Xian looked puzzled: "Master, you haven't told them about this yet."

"Yeah, I'll have you inform them later and make the arrangements."

"Also, I heard that some people are sleeping and lazing around in the newspaper office. If they're not feeling well, give them paid sick leave, two days each month. If they want to sleep, they should go home and sleep well!"

Xie Xian nodded: "Master, how about arranging for holidays according to the county's festivals?"

Fang Zheng pondered for a moment: "Forget it, don't arrange that for now. We're really short-handed. If we give them holidays, the newspaper office won't be able to operate. We'll talk about it when we have more people in the future. Double wages for holidays, and organize a dinner party."

"Also, remember their birthdays and send them some gifts when their birthdays come."

"Take care of their health before letting them work."

"After getting up, don't rush to work. Go to the street to do some exercises, shout some slogans to energize yourselves."

"Without rules, nothing can be accomplished! Before the newspaper office becomes profitable, they'll have to work a little harder for the time being."

"During this time, have people go out and pull in some advertisements. Once we can make money, everything will be easy to talk about!"

"What's wrong with young people suffering a little? If you're afraid of hardship, you'll suffer your whole life. If you're not afraid of hardship, you'll only suffer for half your life! Go!"

After Xie Xian left, Li Yuanzhao put away his notes and came closer.

He looked at Fang Zheng with a conflicted expression: "Lao Fang, I don't think the bonus is not enough. One hundred taels is a bit too much! That's several years' salary."

"And if you're going to give it, just give it. Just say one hundred taels. Why say one tael? Is it fun to tease people?"

Fang Zheng glanced at him.

Not bad, he still knows how to save me money!

Then he said seriously: "Your Highness, this is the way of management."

"If you give them one tael, they will be unhappy, and expectations will be lowered."

"At this time, if you say you'll give them one hundred taels, won't everyone be much happier?"

"It's good to directly say you'll give one hundred taels, but the effect is average!"

"You first suppress expectations, and then say you'll give one hundred taels. That's spending the same money to achieve a better effect."

"This is called expectation management! Do you understand?"

Li Yuanzhao scratched his head.

"I understand, but not completely."

Looking at his clueless appearance, Fang Zheng couldn't help but think of himself back then.

When he first graduated and entered the company for an internship, he was an intern who desperately tried to show off.

He would even actively ask the leader for work when he had nothing to do.

As a result, he did more and more work, but he still felt good every day because he was influenced by chicken soup.

He worked hard like crazy, thinking the leader would always see it, and then he would reach the peak of his life!

But this state obviously couldn't last long.

Half a year later, after hanging out with the old employees for a long time, he quickly evolved into the company's number one salted fish.

As long as the leader didn't assign work, he wouldn't move a finger.

If the leader assigned work, he would first refuse frantically, using various difficulties as excuses, and then reluctantly agree.

Then he would procrastinate and hand in the complete work results at the last minute.

By doing this, not only did he not do much work, but he also performed better in the leader's eyes.

Not long after, the company went bankrupt, and Fang Zheng also summarized a lot of experience.

But there is always someone better, and even salted fish have a day to be dealt with.

After changing to a new company, because the leader's skills were superb, the pancakes were so fragrant!

He couldn't help but take a bite, and couldn't stop, and lost his life.

.......

The so-called expectation management doesn't distinguish between superiors and subordinates. It manages both the leader and the grassroots.

He has always been like this to Emperor Jing.

Sweet potato yield of a thousand catties per mu is a sure thing.

Hey! I'll just say the yield is eight hundred catties per mu.

That's how you play it! When the Big Jing chairman is happy one day, won't he have to marry his daughter to me?

Seeing Li Yuanzhao still looking at him with curiosity, Fang Zheng thought for a while and said:

"Your Highness, let me give you an example."

"Let's talk about reciting books. You've been away for so long. When you return to the palace, His Majesty will definitely ask you about your studies, right?"

Li Yuanzhao nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, yes! I'm still worried about this!"

"I haven't completely stopped reading, but I've only memorized ten articles, and I'm going to fool him when I go back."

"Hiss... but only ten articles in a few months... it doesn't seem enough!"

"Lao Fang, do you have any good ideas?"

Fang Zheng smiled and nodded: "When you see His Majesty, say that you were busy with disaster relief and only memorized three articles."

"When His Majesty tests you, you recite eight articles! Leave the remaining two to ensure your safety."

"Think about it, when His Majesty hears that you have only memorized three articles, then his expectations for you will only be the amount of three articles."

"When His Majesty tests you, and you recite eight articles in one breath, what will His Majesty be feeling!"

"Wouldn't he be happy to death? If he continues to test you, you can recite the remaining two articles."

"If he tests you again, just say you're tired! His Majesty will definitely not pursue it."

"There's no third time after the first and second times!"

Li Yuanzhao's eyes lit up, his mouth grinned high, and he said with surprise: "Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful! Lao Fang, you're really something!"

"Tonight, I can finally return to the palace with peace of mind!"

Fang Zheng thought carefully, and then said: "That's not enough! Your Highness, you still have to study. You can't always fool him!"

"His Majesty has always had discerning eyes. You can only hide it from him for a while."

"If you get discovered in a few days, you'll still get beaten."

Li Yuanzhao immediately said anxiously: "Then what do you say I should do?"

"It's easy!" Saying that, Fang Zheng walked back to the reporters.

He raised his hand and said loudly: "Everyone, listen up, there's one more thing to say."

"The reporters who came back from Jianjiang this time should have saved up a lot of manuscripts, right?"

"Within two days, publish a special edition on Jianjiang disaster relief. In addition to focusing on promoting the Jianjiang model,"

"Also focus on describing the Prince's disaster relief experience, plus His Majesty personally visiting Jianjiang and caring about the people's various deeds."

"Roughly write about how the Prince helped arrange the victims tirelessly, and His Majesty personally went to the disaster area to comfort the people's lives and eat with the people!"

"Of course, the difficulties of the Jianjiang people should also be emphasized. In addition to Jianjiang, the other two prefectures also need silver for disaster relief, so call for donations."

"Don't write about some big and empty topics about the victims' affairs. Aim at individuals and write for me. Pick out a Zhang San or Li Si or something, and say how miserable he is!"

"This will make people sympathize."

"Write well! Make sure it's true, with real feelings, and no one is allowed to pad the word count for me!"

Shen Yi raised his head and asked: "Then what about what you did, Master Fang?"

Fang Zheng smiled evilly: "I'm fine with anything!"

Shen Yi understood and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Master Fang is really indifferent to fame and wealth, he must be given a great book!

Fang Zheng smiled secretly in his heart.

Once the newspaper is published, not only will it solve the problem of the Prince being beaten, but I will also have merit to protect me. I'll see who dares to go against me in the future!

............

That night, Li Yuanzhao entered the Imperial Study.

First he greeted him, and then sat in front of Emperor Jing.

Emperor Jing put down his imperial pen, raised his eyes and glanced at Li Yuanzhao, and said softly: "You have grown so big, this is the first time you have been out for such a long time. Have you neglected your studies?"

"Don't indulge in pleasure all day long. I will test you."

"Speak."

Li Yuanzhao was full of confidence, smiled slightly, and stretched out three fingers: "Your son has only memorized three articles!"

Instantly! Emperor Jing's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Then he silently got up and walked to the bookshelf behind him.

Li Yuanzhao was still looking at Emperor Jing with anticipation.

Test me! Test me quickly!

"Come on! Capture this evil beast for me! !"

Emperor Jing shouted violently! Then he took out a thick and long stick from the bookshelf.

Li Yuanzhao's brain didn't react at all. The whole person had already been captured and pressed back into place.

When he saw the familiar stick, his whole body shivered!

He roared: "Father! Test me! !"

Emperor Jing sneered with a dark face: "Test you? You evil beast! You've only memorized three articles after being out for a few months, and you still have the face to stand in front of me!"

"I should whip you! Press him against the wall!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Yuanzhao was pressed against the wall by the guards with his back facing them.

The whole person was already crying without tears, and shouted desperately: "Father, you can't afford to play! !"

Emperor Jing's anger grew even stronger: "Play? I'll let you play! !"

After saying that, the hard and black enhanced stick hit Li Yuanzhao's butt.

"Ah! ! !"

The wailing sound traveled far away... constantly echoing in the palace.....