"Dear fellow villagers, before awarding the award, I would like to give you a special reminder!"
Song Che waved, and Jiang Yuntian walked up to the podium carrying the man who had previously sold fake tickets.
If this man knew that Song Che was the big owner of this lottery business, he probably wouldn't approach him for sales even if he were beaten to death.
“Everyone, this person is a counterfeit ticket dealer, selling counterfeit tickets on the pretext of low price, internal tickets, etc… I would like to remind everyone that welfare lottery tickets can only be purchased in legal places, and the price is always three cents. All the counterfeit bills being sold under this pretext! Also, I hope everyone will work with me to monitor the market, and our firm will give generous rewards to anyone who reports on counterfeit bill dealers!"
"Boss Song, what should we do if we were deceived into selling fake tickets? I bought him 200 tickets!" A lottery player suddenly asked.
"Folks who have been deceived, don't worry. I will send this liar to the government later. You can just bring your fake bills and report the case to the government."
This swindler has presented counterfeit bills before, and the workmanship is somewhat similar. There must be a black workshop behind him, and he can just follow the clues and catch them all!
…
The Splendid Conference was only held in June, and it was only February here. Sangzhu and Jiang Xiaoli came four months early.
To show his friendship as a landlord, Song Che rented a small courtyard for them and introduced them to help in his embroidery workshop. On the one hand, they could compete with Suzhou embroidery girls on their embroidery skills, and on the other hand, they could earn some living expenses. Quite joyful.
Jiang Yuntian only stayed in the Song Mansion for two days before he received a letter from Jinling. Now that the situation in the world was stable, Liao Heng also decided to move the capital back to Luoyang. Jiang Yuntian, as the general of Zhuguo, had to move accordingly.
On February 16th, Jiang Yuntian left Hangzhou with Zhao Qin and Ganoderma lucidum, agreeing to come back in June to enjoy the Splendid Fair.
That night.
Song Che was sitting in the study, concentrating on drawing the design drawing - now the "Absolutely Not Pigeon" takeout business is getting bigger and bigger, and the transportation capacity in Hangzhou has also improved a lot. Every day, hundreds of salesmen act as "riders" to deliver goods. takeout,
However, because the streets in Hangzhou are not spacious and there are no specific traffic rules, many serious traffic accidents have occurred because of the vendors trying to make deliveries in a hurry.
In order to eliminate this trouble, Song Che thought about improving the traffic in Hangzhou City. For example, dividing the streets into one section, demarcating carriage lanes, sidewalks, and setting up a traffic light-like signal board at the intersection...
In short, although he could not change the specifications of the city, he could bring the city management closer to modernization, which would be of great help to his own business and the common people.
"Da da da……"
"Please come in."
The door was gently pushed open, and Nangong Yue walked into the study holding a pot of tea, her expression seemed a bit solemn.
Song Che raised his head, glanced at her, and said softly: "Keke is lazy again."
Nangong Yue walked to the desk, first made Song Che a cup of hot tea, and then used tweezers to clamp all the wicks in the study to make them burn brighter. Finally, she returned to the desk, folded her sleeves and picked up the ink stick, While polishing the ink, he said:
"Don't blame Coco, I came to deliver the tea myself."
"Oh?" Song Che tilted his head to look at her: "You came here to see me, there must be something wrong."
Nangong Yue hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and said softly: "I'm here to say goodbye to you."
Song Che frowned and put down the pen in his hand. He wanted to ask something, but he didn't know how to ask.
As he once said, Nangong Yue and the others are not his servants and slaves, they are qualified to pursue their own lives.
"Why so sudden?"
"Since the turmoil in Dijon the year before last, Luochao has been forced to stop. Now that the capital has been relocated to Luoyang, it's time for me to go back and manage the competition."
"Harmful!" Song Che let out a long sigh: "I thought you were planning to leave me, but it turns out you are going back to Luoyang to do business."
Nangong Yue bit her lips tightly and was silent for a long time before she uttered: "Isn't it also leaving you when I return to Luoyang? The carriages from north to south are so slow. If I go to Luoyang, I may only see you once a year, or maybe for many years." Not like last time.”
Song Che finally heard it. It turned out that she didn't want to leave, "Relocating the capital is a big deal and it won't take more than a year and a half. Why do you have to go back so early?"
"But if I don't go back, where can I go? Now I don't know my identity. I live in the Song Mansion all day long, eating and sleeping. You see, there are two extra layers of meat on my belly." She Rubbing his belly, he felt a little disappointed in addition to complaining.
Song Che said with a smile: "It's only two floors. Look at Lady Lin, her face has become round. Don't you just eat and drink all day long? In this life, eating and drinking doesn't matter. I have endless money, so you can You should have endless blessings.”
"But I am the hostess, and she still has your child in her belly. She can do anything with peace of mind!" She buried the grievance on her face deeply in her eyes. Considering my age..."
"How old are you... how old are you?"
"Twenty-nine..."
"Hey! You are only half a year younger than me. I am already thirty-two this year, and you are almost the same."
"You...hum!"
She slammed the ink stick and turned around to leave, "Yes, I am over thirty years old, and I am an out-and-out old woman. Old women are just annoying..."
Song Che grabbed her hand, pulled her gently, hugged her into his arms, and said with a smile: "I have never seen a woman over thirty who is so fair and beautiful, and her beauty is delicious."
She tilted her head and cried silently, "But I have always been redundant..."
Song Che held her chin, turned her head, and faced her face to face with tenderness and affection. He wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, "I will keep you in my house, and I will treat you as part of this family." Brother, Nangong Yue, you are unique and indispensable, now and in the future."
She reciprocated her affection, sniffed, and buried herself deeply in his chest, crying uncontrollably.
After venting her anger, she raised her head again and asked with tears in her eyes: "What about the others? Wan Zhou, Zi Yun, Kui Si... they are all like me and don't want to get something for nothing."
Song Che sighed softly: "I told you earlier that they are my employees, not my slaves. They are still young and can get married and find a new life."
Nangong Yue said sadly in a low voice: "They are just like me. They have had bad luck since they were young, and they don't want to get married anymore. What's more, no matter how good we are, we are also in lowly status. Good people will look down on us at all..."
This is a problem. In contemporary society, a woman with stains will be despised no matter how innocent she is.
Song Che pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then suddenly his eyes lit up, "How about you become teachers? Liu Xinnan happened to have said that she wanted to open a women's college in Hangzhou. You are from the Jiaofang Department, and you are all talented women who are proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. It’s just right for teaching and educating people.”
"Women's college? That's amazing!"
"So, you are all willing?" Song Che asked with a smile.
"Uh-"
The door to the study room was almost squeezed open, and the female swordsmen who had worked hard before rushed in and covered Song Che with flowers.
"Boss, we are fully willing!"
