While everyone was in ecstasy, Fang Zheng turned his head and whispered to Xie Xian: "It's up to you to arrange the bonus."
"The money will come from the county."
Xie Xian also replied in a low voice: "Master, it doesn't make sense. Are you raising such a group of people for nothing?"
"Don't worry, I'll start making money later!"
The treatment of journalists must be improved.
The responsibilities they will shoulder in the future will be heavier than they are now.
His Majesty intends to establish a royal guard, and there is a high probability that he will not be able to escape.
But when Fang Zheng thought about it, he felt that it was quite beautiful. After all, what man wouldn't want to be a royal guard?
Wearing a coquettish flying fish suit and carrying an embroidered spring knife, she was walking casually on the street, wishing her nostrils were turned upward.
At that time, when I arrived in the capital, it was just like returning to the county! Anyone who dares to be awesome with me will be kidnapped immediately!
It's just that the price is a bit high. Being a royal guard means you will have no friends and everyone will be afraid of you.
Although his reputation in the court is a little bit bad now, it doesn't matter.
The fundamental interests of the officials do not conflict with their own.
He and the prince are as good as one person, and everyone can see that they have a bright future.
Everyone can save face, and one day we will have a good relationship!
After all, we are all adults, and there is no need to fight over trivial matters.
I originally thought that after Jianjiang's disaster relief was over, I would come back and have a relationship with the courtiers.
If you think you might want to be a royal guard, forget it! Keep showing off!
In order to prevent the relationship from being too good to make a move.
As for reporters...are they still reporters? That is your own capital intelligence network! Sooner or later it will be useful!
A lot of good news bombarded the reporters, and the reporters were already confused.
Shen Yi was still calm. After being happy, he had to consider a practical issue.
Sighing, he cupped his hands in front of Fang Zheng and said, "Master Fang... there is something that Shen Yi really cannot talk about."
Everyone became quiet and looked at Shen Yi.
"It's okay, please tell me."
Shen Yi hesitated for a moment: "Autumn is coming soon. Students... want to take the exam and need time to prepare for it. I'm afraid they are no longer able to shoulder the responsibility of a reporter."
Fang Zheng nodded.
This has been expected for a long time, but it is not clear how many people from the dozens of people in the newspaper office will participate.
Fang Zheng glanced around the audience and said, "How many people are going to participate in Qiuwei?"
More than a dozen people stood up silently.
These people are still considered the backbone of the newspaper. If they are all removed, I am afraid it will have a great impact on the newspaper.
I originally thought that increasing bonuses and wages would reduce some people's willingness to participate in Qiuwei.
I didn’t expect that I couldn’t stop what I should have stopped.
After all, this was ten years of hardship, and Fang Zhengyi could understand the dream of all scholars.
After a moment of silence, Fang Zhengyi smiled: "Okay! Very good! You can just go and study, the position of reporter will always be reserved for you."
"And you can also study at a newspaper office!"
"I have decided! We will spend another amount of money to build a library next to the newspaper office! For you to study or access information."
"The collection of books in the library will be comprehensive, and all pens, inks, paper and inkstones are free!"
"When you are tired of studying, you can come to the newspaper office to help!"
"Then I will congratulate you on your high school graduation in advance!"
Tears!
What other reaction could there be at this moment besides tears?
The sight of Shen Yi and the reporters was blurred, with tears in his eyes.
Having worked as reporters and gone to disaster areas, they are used to seeing the suffering in the world and the evil people's hearts.
But now that Mr. Fang has appeared, he is no worse than his parents.
A dormitory was built for the convenience of living. In order to eat better, we were provided with meat every meal and prepared our own meals.
Now a library has been built specifically for us to read well.
There is still true love in this world!
At this moment, Fang Zhengyi exuded endless light in the eyes of reporters.
Warm and dazzling.
In response, Fang Zheng just smiled lightly: "Okay, everyone can work peacefully."
"Those who want to participate in Qiuwei can go home and study directly. I am very happy after graduating from high school. If you fail, there will always be a place for you in the newspaper office. At worst, you will continue to take the exam again!"
"In short, the newspaper office is your home, so work hard!"
"Thank you, Mr. Fang!!" All the reporters roared in unison, getting excited and immersed themselves in crazy work.
Fang Zheng pulled Xie Xian to the corner.
Xie Xian immediately asked: "Sir, are you really building a library? A library is easy to talk about. A good collection of books is not cheap..."
"Repair! The books in the library must be complete, and another archives room must be built."
"We should collect all the unique copies, manuscripts, and classic interpretations of famous masters, and give them the best conditions."
Speaking of this, Fang Zhengyi looked around like a thief.
Except for Li Yuanzhao, who was sitting not far away, there was no one else behind.
He leaned into Xie Xian's ear and whispered: "Print more books from our county and put them in the most conspicuous place so that they can see them at first sight."
"Oh, by the way, insert a few more books under the category of classics and meanings..."
"What book?" Xie Xian didn't understand.
"That young woman... Attic Spring... Long-legged sister... get them all fixed up for me! If there are no illustrations in the book, hurry back and arrange for me to print out the illustrations! Let them see!"
Xie Xian's face suddenly fell.
He is also a scholar, and he understands very well what scholars are thinking.
It is really unethical for the master to do this, it is no less than digging up someone’s ancestral grave!
Xie Xian endured it for a while and finally couldn't hold it back anymore: "Master, what we did is too unethical. God rewards hard work. They have worked hard for more than ten years just for this day."
Fang Zhengyi didn't care and said with a sneer: "God rewards hard work? God rewards hard work."
"The way of heaven never rewards hard work, the way of heaven only draws prizes!"
Sometimes you work hard all your life, study hard and work conscientiously.
It may not be as good as a beautiful face and a pair of innocent eyes. What else can we say about God rewarding hard work?
If these reporters were really lucky enough to be admitted and become officials, they would have to wait for how many years to become county magistrates.
The county magistrate's annual official salary is only forty-five taels.
An honest official can only live a miserable life, and a corrupt official must bring disaster.
Fang Zhengyi is knowledgeable. Not only are there very few people who can climb up, the chances are slim and it takes a very long time!
Being a reporter is different. In the short and foreseeable future, wealth, reputation, and social status are all guaranteed!
This is a blue ocean, a huge opportunity for a new birth!
What's more, since he and the prince were there to keep them informed, reporters might not lose their official status in the future!
If two options are clearly placed in front of people, how hard would they have to think before embarking on that thorny road?
Seeing that Xie Xian was still full of doubts, Fang Zhengyi explained: "I am doing this for their own good. They are lost sheep. Master, I am the guiding light."
"If I didn't rob you, would you be where you are today? Without me, you might have become an official earlier! Think about it, will you be happy that day?"
Xie Xian clasped his fingers and thought about it carefully, then muttered: "I'm not happy, thank you, sir."
Fang Zhengyi smiled happily.
I robbed you just for your own good, as long as you understand!
For ordinary people, facing the future is a fog.
But for him, there is no fog, there is only a bright road!
Now the reporter has to go into the fog, and he has to find a way to save part of it!
It's for the newspaper and for their own good.
Of course, Fang Zhengyi was also contradictory. After all, he did not take the imperial examination but also the college entrance examination.
The library sincerely hopes that journalists can go to high school, and the library is stuffed with pornographic books in the hope that they can choose the right path.
In the final analysis, the choice is always in the reporter's hands, and he respects the reporter's choice!
Those with strong self-control, good learning attitude, and willingness to work hard will undoubtedly increase the probability of going astray.
However, you have to choose your own destiny.
As for what God rewards those who work hard?
Fang Zheng believes that fate is in his own hands!
