Forgive Wang BuSi for being so out of touch. After all, Wang BuSi didn't think that way. First of all, Zhang Jinghui doesn't have the fine qualities of those playboys. She is arrogant and unreasonable, does all kinds of evil, and doesn't do any good deeds. On the other hand, Zhang Jinghui is approachable and has many advantages for ordinary people. Although her temperament is very like that of a superior, it’s just that, well, don’t wealthy families rarely have contact with poor people? It’s like the kind of novel where the male protagonist When I go to the toilet, all I meet are princesses, which is a bit too cruel.
My face is not good-looking. Don't I have the temperament of a lady? I am just a maid in a wealthy family working part-time. Wang Bushit rolled his eyes again and said, "Am I just like a part-time worker?"
"Well, it's hard to understand. I guessed it wrong." After thinking about it carefully, Lian Chunqiao was sent by Zhang Jinghui. Naturally, he was not a colleague, and it was more likely that he was a superior or subordinate. Wang Bushu guessed again, "Is it possible that Sister Jinghui is that person?" The leader of an aunt is also half a master in the British government."
For example, in a large family of imperial officials, few people are willing to do business for the sake of face. After all, scholars, farmers, industry and merchants, the status of businessmen is the lowest. These people want to be ashamed, so naturally they don't want to surround themselves with the gold that is full of copper odor every day. Yin is busy, but for a large family, there are often hundreds of people who open their mouths to eat. It is difficult to support a family and maintain a luxurious life with only the harvest in the fields and the meager wages from the court. Therefore, in order to survive, for To live up to this life, many big families will select a qualified person from one of their distant relatives to take charge of their business outside. Of course, all the profits belong to the big family. Government officials and businessmen collude to make money. All difficult.
It makes sense for Wang Bushi to think this way. Zhang Jinghui is very capable, strong-willed, and very business-minded. Her products have been out for so long, and Zhang Jinghui is also the first merchant she wants to cooperate with.
Zhang Jinghui's face looked very ugly. This was nothing more than a part-time worker turning into a high-level part-time worker.
In the past, I saw that Wang Busheng was quite smart. Could it be that drinking had really affected his IQ? "Wang Busheng, could it be that I am so much like a working man and not like a lady?"
"Sister Jinghui, although you are very good-looking and God will forgive you if you say anything wrong, I want to criticize you. What's wrong with working? There is no shame in working. Three hundred and sixty lines, that is also the need of a country and a court. , without these migrant workers, where would our food come from, where would we buy our clothes, and where would our houses come from? We would just drink hair and blood, use a few leaves as clothes, barely build a small nest in the tree, and live a miserable life. lifetime".
"It would be good to build a small nest in the tree." Zhang Jinghui thought of the days in Tianci Mountain again. Although the conditions were harder and the danger was greater, she just couldn't forget it. She always hoped that the memory would never change. Under her feet was The water keeps flowing, the ear is pressed against the strong chest, listening to the heartbeat, there is no need to think or do anything, there is someone who will consider everything for oneself.
"Well, the little nest is pretty good. It turns out that travel friends have different ideas from normal people." Wang Busheng deeply agrees. He doesn't take the ordinary path. He always wants to use his ignorance to find a way out in an environment where there is no road. The road, even the thinking is so unusual.
Wang Bushi continued, "The beggars on the streets, the old men in the fields, the vendors running around, the craftsmen working, the diligent scholars, and the big shots in the court, they are all part of the entire society, doing their jobs in their own posts. Only with their own contribution can a country be complete. Sister Jinghui, please don’t look down on anyone."
"Well, I just said one thing, why does he have so many words? I didn't realize that Wang Busheng was a talker, and what he said was very reasonable. Isn't this what I usually do? Zhangjia Liang Company is the leader of everyone All the workers in the Zhangjia Grain Store are brothers and sisters of the Zhang family," Zhang Jinghui thought in her heart.
People's hearts are mutual. If you are good to him, he will be good to you, even if it is only one-tenth of yours. If you are sincere for sincerity, there are still more people with conscience in this world.
It was probably because he felt that no one would be willing to listen to what he said so much. Wang Bushit continued, "There are also the regulations of the Ming Empire. Everyone is equal, including scholars, farmers, industry and commerce, emperors, untouchables, and common people. There is no distinction between high and low,"
"Ahem, cough, cough," Zhang Jinghui hurriedly interrupted Wang Busheng, "Wang Busheng, the topic has strayed, let's continue the topic just now."
Everyone is equal. You are seeking death. Do you dare to say that the current emperor is equal to you? The emperor is known as the son of heaven. He is the product of the joint efforts of the gods. He is their spokesperson among the people. When they were born It must be a violent storm, the sky is out of phase, the sky is filled with purple gas, and the meteor shower and Halley's Comet are gathering together. Did you have it when you were born? Do you dare to say that you are born equal to everyone?
Even the so-called new world where everyone is equal is just a legend. Some people are born in the hands of midwives in the streets, and some are born in high-end delivery rooms in large hospitals. Birth is already unequal, so what's the point? In the future, everyone will be equal. In any country in the world, equality is just a means for those in power to rule the people.
"Um, the topic just now, where did we talk about it just now?"
"My identity".
"Oh" she guessed wrong. Wang Bushit lost interest in guessing anymore and looked at Zhang Jinghui waiting for her answer.
"My surname is Zhang, and the British father's surname is also Zhang."
My surname is Wang. It seems that Duke Min is also surnamed Wang. Is there any connection? Wang Bushi looked confused and said, "What next?"
"Why are you so stupid? I can't even guess." Fortunately, I didn't let Wang Bu die. What if his child was as stupid as his father?
"Born..., I can't help it." The corner of Wang Bu's mouth curled up. He was angry. You can also be more tactful, such as being honest and honest.
Wang Bushi hates this kind of guessing game. We are all so old. Isn’t it childish to play such a game? If I ask you to guess the color of the underpants you are wearing today, can you guess it right?
"Um. Well, I am the eldest granddaughter of the British Duke, and I am also the current head of the Zhang family's business."
Poof, Wang Busheng knelt down. It was true or false. With Zhang Luzi’s reputation in the world, no one would dare to pretend to be a relative of this British official, and he was also a direct relative like his granddaughter.
Why didn't I expect that when I saw that convoy in Tianci Mountain that time, the license plate of the car was a license plate that only the first leader in the region would have. And those bodyguards all have guns. Gun control is very strict in the Ming Empire. Harboring guns is tantamount to rebellion. Not everyone has the courage to play with guns. What a thick thigh this is. From now on, if I hold such a thigh, I and Zhang Jingjun will have no worries about their future happy life.
"Oh, the king is not dead, what are you doing?"
If you say hug your thigh, hug your thigh. A manly man does what he says. Zhang Jinghui wants to hide, but okay. Faced with a weak woman who has no power to bind a chicken, the best master in the world can't just do whatever he wants. The person involved can only struggle. share.
Hugging his thigh, Wang Bushit was very happy, with a face full of intoxication and longing for a better life in the future. "This thigh is so thick."
The word "thick" literally means "large diameter", but this word is not suitable for any situation. For example, it is good when used on men, but it is a tinderbox for women.
"What did you say, Wang Bushit? Whose legs did you say were thick?" Zhang Jinghui got angry.
If you add one point, you will be fat, if you lose one point, you will be thinner. The golden ratio is slender and long. What a perfect pair of long legs. Wang Busheng, who has no taste, actually said it was vulgar. He was really blind.
"Uh, ah, misunderstanding, Sister Jinghui, I didn't say your legs were thick, I said, oops, I forgot what I said."
"Hard talk and sophistry." She is not young, but Zhang Jinghui also has the temper of a young woman.
"Okay, I was wrong, Sister Jinghui, you are really the granddaughter of the British Duke."
Wang Busui already had some trust in his heart.
"If it is fake and you pretend to be a relative of the emperor, you will be beheaded."
"What if you weren't afraid of death?"
"Go, go, go," Zhang Jinghui kicked Wang Bushi away, asking for help from those big chests holding her.
Today, Zhang Jinghui is wearing business attire, a pair of light-colored trousers on the lower body, and a white lace round-neck shirt on the upper body. Obviously, because Zhang Jinghui has such a good figure, she should be wearing a breast-constricting dress underneath. Superficial women always like to show off their advantages to satisfy the eyes of strange men, watching them drool over their figures. If you can only get it by spending money, you will be extremely happy.
The clothes were very thin, and Wang Busheng could feel the elasticity and smoothness of Zhang Jinghui's skin. The mind is wandering, and the turbulent heart is even more turbulent.
"Let's talk about cooperation." Zhang Jinghui touched her red face and continued.
"Okay, Sister Jinghui, go on, I will listen to you," he sat back on the stool and looked at Zhang Jinghui. The beauty and the artwork are the same, always making the appreciators unable to take their eyes away.
"We are cooperating and it will involve a lot of interests. It is better to make it clear."
"Well, you are my thigh, uh, no, you are my sister, you will not let me suffer."
Looking at Zhang Jinghui stupidly, Wang Busheng was very curious as to why there were no blackheads or pores on this face. How could a person really be so perfect? It seems that only his girlfriend Zhang Jingjun can compete with him in the world.
"Well, okay, I can fully accept the request you made this morning, but I also have a condition."
"Okay, I promise"
Zhang Jinghui's head was full of black lines, "I haven't said anything yet, you just agree."
"Yes, I agree to whatever you say." Since he has chosen this thigh, he must unconditionally believe that even if he has to cut off his kidney, there will be no ambiguity about the death of the butcher king.
"I asked you to be my husband-in-law, and you agreed."
"Actually, this is also acceptable. Zhang Jingjun, Zhang Jinghui and Leng Bingbing, the three of them fighting the Landlord is also very good." Wang Busui thought in his heart. Of course, this would be the dream of countless men.
Wang Budie rolled his eyes and Zhang Jinghui said, "You provide the technology, we provide the money, and a 50-50 dividend is no problem, but all your future products will be handed over to our Zhang family, and we have the final say in production and sales, including the head." those new products in."
Zhang Jinghui's effort was considered a one-time effort, and the endless benefits could be regarded as buying Wang Busheng's head. Although the price is a bit high, Zhang Jinghui is confident that she will make a lot of money from just the jelly beans, not to mention some other snacks. I definitely made a profit but not a loss.
And I don’t know what other fantastic ideas Wang Busui will have in his head in the future. When a new product comes out, 50% profit is still a good deal.
"Sister Jinghui, there is absolutely no problem. Don't say that my head is yours, my whole body is also yours." It's really good for Tachibana to regard herself as one of her own.
"What use do I have of your people,"
"A man's body is still very useful. It can be used in the hall, in the kitchen, and it can warm the bed at night."
"You stinky scoundrel, you have a glib tongue, who is using you to warm the bed?" Zhang Jinghui's face turned red with embarrassment, but her heart felt warm. If they couldn't sleep together, it would actually be good to continue like this.
"Hehe, it's great to chat with you. Sister Jinghui, you will be my biological sister from now on,"
Lengbingbing likes to be quiet, so he doesn't communicate much with Wang Busheng. He is like a shadow in life, inseparable but never speaking. Although Liu Mei and others talk a lot, because of their status, although Wang Busheng has never regarded them as human beings, the hierarchical concept of feudal society still allows Liu Mei and others to put themselves in the position of their masters to communicate with Wang Busheng. , and Zhu Wuyi talked a lot, but basically they were all stupid art-related questions. Wang Bushi was too lazy to talk to him, so Wang Bushi was lonely in this world, so he always felt very kind to Zhang Jinghui, and Wang Bushi might be good-looking. People always attract the feelings of others.
"Okay, you will be my biological brother from now on." He touched Wang Busheng's head lovingly, like a lover's touch, but also like the intimacy of a brother and sister. "From now on, I will protect you for the rest of my life."
"I am a man, I should protect you, Sister Jinghui,"
How many people have promised to experiment for a lifetime, but how far have they gone? I hope they can last forever.
