Schopenhauer once said that when people gather together, there are only three main topics. The first is to show off oneself in a roundabout way, and the second is to belittle others with exaggeration. The third is to spy on each other and stir up trouble.
It was obvious that Wang Bu was different from those low-class people who liked to show off. The plan to build a huge business empire was put on the agenda during a simple conversation between a few people.
If it weren't for Liu Mei's gender defect, Wang Busheng would have thought of taking him as his own. After all, real talents must surround him, and their existence will definitely bless the male protagonist.
"Liu Mei, you are indeed my good wife. With you, I can rest assured about business matters. From now on, you will be the sole agent for the Wang family's business, and I will feel at ease as my Jinyiwei Baihu." . Talking about his job, Wang Busheng felt as disgusted as if he had eaten shit. After all, it was not a very glorious profession. He was like the urban management officials who were often scolded in later generations. Although they were well-established and paid well, scolding was a common occurrence.
Hearing that Wang Bushit had obtained the status of Jin Yiwei Baihu, Liu Mei and White Cat and Black Dog praised him and were proud of their young master's official status. Maybe they also felt that Jinyiwei Baihu was not a prestigious official position. But if you let yourself do it, you are willing to do it. After all, no matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat.
The person who understands you best is always the person next to you. Zhang Jinghui and Leng Bingbing felt the same way.
Traveling back in time to feudal society, who wouldn't want to be an official in the court, create a lot of great achievements, and leave a good story to future generations, but what Wang Bushit wants to do is an official position starting from the third rank, and at the end of the day, he must be the number one scholar. It’s not that Wang Bushi has a big appetite, this is something that all time travelers must do, otherwise how will they explain to other time travel companions when they get to the underworld? I will be farming as soon as I time travel.
However, each of us thinks that dreams are very good and perfect. We are the center of the universe, we can get whatever we want, and we will be favored by God. However, if we do what we want, dreams are still dreams after all, and we can become fat in one bite. Yes, his father is by no means simple. He is not a prince, but he still has an official position. Any era is an era of fighting for one's father. In this life, Wang Busheng has a good father, but that father is dissatisfied and cannot give him any help.
A pair of white hands rested on Wang Busheng's, and Zhang Jinghui gently advised, "Bushu, don't be anxious, you have to eat the food one bite at a time. Although Jinyiwei Baihu is not a high-ranking official in the imperial court, he is still in the sixth rank. Compared with others, Man, your starting point is already very high."
What Zhang Jinghui said is true. Excluding Wang Jizu and Wang Jixin who had a good father, all the officials in the Ming Empire who were directly promoted from Bai Shen to the fifth rank official position can be counted on one hand. Li Yutang was one. When the Ming Empire was first established, , Zhu Xiluo needs a respected and famous person to dominate the situation. It has to be said that Wang Busheng's appointment is also exceptional. Even those who buy official positions are only given ninth-grade official positions, and they will not be promoted in their lifetime.
The softness of his white hands made Wang Bushit's bad mood a little better, "Me, my original goal was to be a civil servant. I read a lot of poems and books, and dancing and writing are my specialty. I don't want to work with swords, guns, swords and halberds all day long. like".
In the prosperous times, civil servants also lived the happiest and longest lives, and the treatment of military personnel, haha, everyone has seen it. The outcast in peacetime is not just a joke. In order to help the world and save thousands of people, Duke Min and others left How much blood, but what did they get.
The same is true in troubled times. Civil servants abandoning the city and fleeing are to preserve their vitality, while military attachés can only live and die with the city. If there are only two outcomes in life, tragedy and comedy, then the civil servant is the comedy, and the military officer can only be the tragedy.
It's not easy to travel through time. Wang Bushi doesn't want to be a military attache and fights and kills every day. It's too exciting a life for Wang Budie to enjoy.
"Civilian and military officials are all officials. They can benefit the people, shine on their family and gain respect from the world." Leng Bingbing, a top student at Hunter College, said that there are no low-level officials, only low-level people.
"Sister Leng, I guess you don't know Jin Yiwei's reputation yet"? What a vicious curse it is to give birth to a child without holes.
"Haha, what are the idiots who say the grapes are sour because they can't eat the grapes? What do they do?"
"Is this the Ming Empire's version of walking your own path and letting others decide?" We can't choose our own path, but we can choose how to take it.
Holding their waists, Wang Bushit said proudly, "With your support, I will definitely do a good job and make Jinyiwei a star unit in Songjiang Prefecture and a good yamen praised by the people."
"Well, if you don't die, just be yourself."
"Yes, don't take up the challenge, your arms can't twist your thighs."
Well, clearing Jin Yiwei’s name is not something that happens overnight.
Yingtian Mansion is prosperous, with all kinds of people, all kinds of food, and all kinds of entertainment activities. But Wang Busheng just doesn't like it. Maybe it's because he doesn't like the aloofness of the local people in the capital, or maybe the food doesn't suit him. Appetite, maybe it's because the girls in the entertainment venues are not fair, but Wang Busheng still likes Songjiang Mansion.
After leaving for a few days, many people have changed, but the people of Songjiang Prefecture are still the same, working hard and sleeping hard to make a living. They don't care who their parents are, and the court has undergone changes, and who has been promoted. , whose position has been transferred, and who has been cut off due to corruption. They only care about today's food prices, whether the boss can cash in the unpaid wages today, the weather has changed drastically today, and whether the food production in the fields will be reduced. The people of Xingxing are suffering, and they will die. People are suffering. They don't care because their lives will not change. They are still miserable and they dare not stop. They care because it will determine the life or death of their family.
Life is ordinary, I just hope that they can find their own happiness in ordinary life, have a little fun, spend a little money, drink a little wine, it is not harmful to nature.
The literati in the prosperous age had the beauty of vegetation, wind, flowers, snow and moon, and poems and songs. They disparaged the past and praised the present. They praised virtues and virtues. They had a high vision, but they could not see the people underground. They could make the years quiet and sing softly. They They can praise and sing, and their conscience has already become a bargaining chip for profit.
When one dog barks, the rest of the dogs bark, but these dogs don't know why they bark. They don't behave like strangers. They follow in the footsteps of their predecessors so they don't fall. They also get candy to eat, sing praises, and just do that. Passerby in The Emperor's New Clothes.
Small merchants and hawkers filled the gate of Songjiang Prefecture, buying and selling. Everyone was working hard to survive and live a better life.
Several cars appeared at the gate of Songjiang Prefecture, and the curiosity of passers-by was also attracted. Although Songjiang Prefecture is a Dafu County, it is still rare to see so many four-wheelers at one time.
Because Zhang Jinghui and his party were very large, all the cars of the British government that drank oil were brought to the capital by Zhang Jinghui.
Rolling down the window and taking a breath of the air of Songjiang Mansion, Wang Busheng felt magically refreshed. He smelled the scented hands, and only happiness could express Wang Busheng's mood at this moment.
Zhang Jinghui and Leng Bingbing were both flushed with embarrassment. Both of them suffered from Wang Busheng's claws along the way, while Liu Mei was also flushed, which could not be seen but could be heard. If Liu Mei hadn't driven carefully, all of Wang Bu's dreams would have ended.
Because Songjiang Prefecture has developed industry and commerce, the gate of Songjiang Prefecture has a large flow of people and there is some slight congestion.
Under such circumstances, Wang BuSi's team would have to wait if they wanted to pass, but Wang BuSi was not willing to wait. He had both money and power now, so it was not too much to jump in the queue.
He took out his badge and handed it to Liu Mei, "Go and ask the city gate guards to disperse the crowd. I want to enter the city."
"Yes, Master Baihu" Liu Mei accepted the order,
"Hee hee, my husband's official authority is so powerful." Zhang Jinghui laughed.
"Hehe, it's natural," Wang Bushi said with evil intentions again, "Quickly, let me touch which of you has the bigger one?"
"Hateful" the two opened Wang Bushit's claws.
It is human nature and tradition to use the back door when it comes to relationships. We don’t want any surprises.
Power is a good thing, it can solve many problems and save time.
Holding the Young Master's Baihu waist card, Liu Mei straightened her waist. She was from the Wang family and could not lose her authority. Perhaps this was Yu Yourongyan's explanation.
However, before Liu Mei could break through the crowd, several yamen guards stepped forward and took the initiative to separate from the crowd.
Coming to Liu Mei's side, the leading government servant smiled and clasped his hands in his fists, "Brother, it's all a small fault. He kept the Duke waiting for a long time. The crowd has dispersed and is waiting for the Duke's motorcade to enter the city."
"Uh, okay," the first attempt to show off failed. They could enter the city directly without Wang Busheng's Baihu waist card, without queuing up.
When power stands up, money is worthless. When people have money, money is worthless. When people have no money, people are worthless. With power, everything that cannot be seen or touched is worth money. How many people are there in Songjiang Prefecture? You can have four wheels, but how many people don’t know the brand number of the British government car? At the palace gate, many old people taught the newcomers this way, taking out a thick stack of documents, "Come on, these are things we can’t offend." Anyone who knows it should memorize it, it can save their lives in critical moments."
Isn't it illegal for a big leader to go to a fast food restaurant to eat a packed lunch? The same goes for officials queuing up. I don't know if the British official is in the car, but the government officials know that even the driver himself can't afford to offend. There are too many people and things that we despise. Even though we are not fair-minded, the two don't want to conflict. Looking at Liu Mei's leaving figure, a sour smell is left in the air.
"Tch, isn't it just good-looking? If it were me, I could also be a driver for the British government."
There are seven-rank officials in front of the prime minister's door, and the driver of the prince should also have a rank.
Who is Wang Immortal? He is one of the top three masters in the world. Even Leng Bingbing, the former killer, cannot escape Wang Immortal's grasp, let alone Zhang Jinghui. Fortunately, Wang Bu is still restrained, otherwise, well, the website will not allow writing.
Opening the car door, Liu Mei got in the car.
Seeing the cleared road, Wang Busheng felt the benefits of power for the first time. No wonder everyone wanted to be an official and spent huge sums of money for the small village chief election.
After taking back his waist card, Wang Bushit smiled happily, "I didn't expect that a small family of hundreds of people in Jinyi would be able to live happily in Songjiang Mansion."
Zhang Jinghui smiled without saying a word, smiling coldly and cutely.
"Yes, Master." Liu Mei nodded in agreement. "Before I revealed my identity, the government officials took the initiative to separate the crowd."
"Hey, news about the Ming Empire spread so fast. In such a short period of time, the fact that I became a member of the Hundred Households in Jinyi spread to the officialdom of Songjiang Prefecture," Wang Bu Die was confused, but Wang Bu Die didn't think much about it and waved his hand. Go to town, go home”.
The people who were separated kept complaining, but when they saw the four wheels, they chose to shut up and stood aside. When the car passed, they gathered in front of the city gate again. The night shift was filled with wine to soothe the loneliness, and at dawn they were off to the world of mortals. Life had to go on, and they still had to enter the city gate.
