At dawn, the eunuch who delivered the wine last night and his companions went to the main hall to wait on them.
Knocked on the door several times, but no answer.
The two looked at each other, with smiles in their eyes, but their faces did not move. Really dead.
"Your Highness, Your Highness Seventh, this servant has come in." He pushed the door open and went in.
"His Seventh Highness?" Searched every corner of the palace, and there was no sign of His Majesty anywhere!
The two of them panicked, and a dead man disappeared for nothing!
Looking up at the tall roof tiles, there are no holes. The doors and windows were also closed properly, and the smell of alcohol in the room had not yet dissipated. Keren is gone.
who is it? Who took away His Majesty Seventh Prince?
Are there still people from His Majesty Seventh Prince in Changling Guards?
It's over!
Mr. Huang’s appeal is very simple, nothing fancy.
He told Lin Zhaoxia about his past experiences and life orally, and Lin Zhaoxia translated it into words based on the oral description. You can also learn about his deeds from outside sources.
Every time Lin Zhaoxia finished a manuscript of 30,000 words, he would check it over. If there were no problems, he would continue writing. Part text, part photo. Between 120,000 and 150,000 words.
This is very simple for Lin Zhaoxia.
He agreed on the spot.
"Then I will write it based on three parts: before you start your business, during your start-up, and after you start your business. It will focus on your hard work and the process of starting a business, and then focus on the part where you give back to society and realize your self-worth. Do you think this is okay?"
Mr. Huang nodded: "Okay, that's good. You, a little girl, know the smallest things. It only took you a while to understand my thoughts. Not bad, not bad."
Lin Zhaoxia modestly said: "Mr. Huang, thank you. I will add your secretary's WeChat account later, confirm your time with her, and then come back to listen to you share your story."
"Okay, you can add on, you can add on."
Mr. Huang waved to the beautiful secretary, and the secretary named Song Qing came over with a smile and added Lin Zhaoxia's WeChat account.
"We will contact you via WeChat then." Secretary Song said with a smile.
"Okay. Sorry to trouble you." Lin Zhaoxia nodded with a smile.
Then he said to Mr. Huang: "Mr. Huang also knows that the rules of our industry are that before writing, Party A must pay a 20% deposit first, and another payment in the middle. Of course, you can also wait until the end and then settle the balance in one go."
According to an acquaintance, Lin Zhaoxia skipped the step of trial writing, so Lin Zhaoxia didn't really care whether he had to pay a fee in the middle.
"No problem, no problem. I'll ask Secretary Song to transfer it to you in a moment."
Mr. Huang smiled brightly and did not feel that Lin Zhaoxia was abrupt at all when talking about money in person. Instead, he felt that she did things in a structured way, and people who abide by rules and principles are more reliable in their work.
Very satisfied with Lin Zhaoxia.
Coming out of Mr. Huang's office, Han Yang said, "I'll see you off."
Lin Zhaoxia thought for a while and nodded.
The two of them had just walked to the garage when Lin Zhaoxia received a deposit of 10,000 yuan from Secretary Song on WeChat. I was very happy and immediately turned half of it over to Han Yang.
"The remaining half will be given to you after I get the balance."
In their industry, if the job is introduced by others, they usually have to pay some introduction fee. Han Yang helped take on this job, and Lin Zhaoxia decided to give him 20% according to the rules.
"What are you doing?" Han Yang was a little angry, "Do you still have to tell me so clearly?"
Lin Zhaoxia was stunned for a moment. If it had been before, it would have been unnecessary. But now...
"That's the rule." He just smiled.
"Toruka, I'm going to get angry if you do this."
Han Yang looked at her, a little sad. Has Zhaoxia forgotten everything in the past? Drawn a boundary with him.
"Don't think too much, I am..." Lin Zhaoxia didn't want to owe him anything.
"You just make me think more. You know, I'm not short of money."
Lin Zhaoxia turned around and glanced at the steering wheel. Daben's mark was very eye-catching. He sighed, yes, Han Yang was not short of money.
Han Yang didn't know how he felt, Zhao Xia regarded him as a stranger.
"No, you're not my classmate." Lin Zhaoxia said with a smile.
"Just classmates?"
Lin Zhaoxia smiled bitterly, what else?
Han Yang said nothing more, started the car and slowly drove out of the garage.
"If you want to thank me, treat me to a meal. Let me take some." Han Yang adjusted the direction of Lin Zhaoxia's air conditioner and said as the car drove on the streets of Haishi under the scorching sun.
Lin Zhaoxia breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, you can have some." He was happy with the money coming in, so he could order whatever he wanted.
Han Yang's heart became excited again, "Okay, I'll ask you out then."
After driving for almost an hour, we finally arrived at Lin Zhaoxia Community. "Why do you live so far away?" Han Yang frowned.
"The effect is cheap." Lin Zhaoxia said with a smile.
Han Yang looked at her, feeling a little distressed.
"It's far, but it's not a relocation house. The community environment is still good." Lin Zhaoxia asked him to park the car at the entrance of the community.
"I'll take you downstairs."
"No, I have to go to the nearby station to pick up the express delivery." Lin Zhaoxia explained.
"Then I'll wait for you to pick up the courier and send you in. It's too hot outside." Han Yang refused to give up and wanted to stay with her for a while longer.
"You're not going to ask to sit at home, are you?" Lin Zhaoxia looked at him. There is another person in the family. How will you explain it then?
Han Yang also looked at her and held the steering wheel tightly: "Zhao Xia, do you have a boyfriend?"
Lin Zhaoxia shook her head, "No."
Han Yang quietly breathed a sigh of relief: "Then, shall we start over?"
Lin Zhaoxia was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed again: "What are you talking about in your sleep in broad daylight?"
He opened the car door and waved: "I'm leaving. I'll treat you to dinner next time when I have time." He left without looking back.
"Zhao Xia!" Han Yang stuck his head out of the car window and called her.
Lin Zhaoxia did not look back.
In the mausoleum temple, Mr. Geng was wiping the altar table and thinking about Chang Zhi who had just returned home at midnight last night, absent-mindedly.
The people next to me couldn't see it and said, "I know you care about me a lot, so go back quickly. I'll do this for you."
Geng thanked him repeatedly: "If Lingcheng asks..."
"Don't worry, Lingcheng won't come over, and he's not unkind. His family also helped find Chang Zhi, and they were happy to know that Chang Zhi was back."
"Hey, I'll go then."
Geng dropped his things and ran home. On the way, he met his old man and realized that the old man was also talking about growing up. The couple rushed home together.
In the Lin family, the elder Zhi was telling his brothers and sisters about his life these days.
Several children sat in a group, listening and marveling.
Lin Jingping's daughter Qiuhua is only ten years old this year and is not yet old enough to be assigned work. This morning she was told by adults to stay at home and watch over her elder brother and her younger siblings.
Then I cooked a meal for my younger siblings and ate together. Then I sat next to the elder and listened with gusto.
Asked: "Zhangzhi, is what you said true? That sister over there bought you clothes and took you to play and eat a lot of things you haven't eaten before?"
Changzhi nodded happily: "Yeah, sister is so good to Changzhi! Buying clothes for Changzhi, celebrating his birthday, taking Changzhi out to play, and letting Changzhi see the fish on the bottom of the sea. It's so nice. Big fish! A fish as big as a house!"
Wow! Several children opened their mouths.
Lin Qiushan and Geng rushed home. When they heard what Chang Zhi said, they felt that they were late.
