Han You stayed in the dilapidated house for two hours, writing and drawing, and then called Ji Ying. The two were sneaky again, and after changing the drawings, they became obscene.
No one knows what Han You and Ji Ying told them. They only know that the latter went to the upper reaches of the creek, and the servants of the Han family rode back to Beijing to Yaxing, Nanshi.
At nightfall, Han You led a group of people back to the city. Except for Young Master Han, everyone went back to their homes to find their mothers. He took Wang Hai to the Zhou Mansion, the residence of Zhou Zhenghuai, the Minister of Industry.
The old minister left his work early. When Han You arrived, the old man was having a meal. Hearing from his disciples that Han You was here, he put down his bowls and chopsticks and came to the main hall.
He still didn't have a good look on his face. After meeting Han You, Old Zhou looked neither salty nor cool.
"Why are you here to find me again?"
After asking, Lao Zhou stretched his neck and looked out. When he saw Wang Hai at the door with nothing in his hands, Lao Zhou snorted again, looking like I'm not familiar with you.
"Zhou Shibo."
Han You sat down on the guest guard with a playful smile: "I'm borrowing someone from you, not just temporarily, but for a longer period of time, a month or two."
"You can borrow it as long as you want. Where can I put my face?"
Han You said happily: "Then you will assign me a dozen craftsmen, the master craftsmen of your Ministry of Industry."
Zhou Zhenghuai was so angry that he said, "Why don't I arrange for you to have the assistants on your left and right to wait for your orders?"
"That's not necessary. My nephew only wants craftsmen, and I want practical talents. But thank you for your kindness. You can keep the other adults for your own enjoyment."
Zhou Zhenghuai: “…”
Han You scratched his forehead, thought for a while and said, "That's about it. The nephew has resigned."
"stop!"
Zhou Zhenghuai blew his beard and glared: "You bastard, you will take people away when you say you will. If I am a brothel, you can take people away if you give me some money. Besides...you kid didn't give any." Money.”
Han You chuckled, took out a book contract from his arms, and casually threw it on the table next to Zhou Zhenghuai.
"You know, Mo Xiang Ge, all the essays and stories that are talked about in Beijing recently are from Mo Xiang Ge. Zhou Yuntao is one of them, and people send money to him every season."
Zhou Zhenghuai's expression changed slightly and he stared at Han You with an incomprehensible look.
Zhou Yuntao is the son of Zhou Zhenghuai, but he is not in Beijing, but in his hometown.
He also knew that every time Moxiangge published a new article, it was hard to find a book. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the money was being made every day.
"Boy."
Zhou Zhenghuai glanced at the letter without opening it, and suddenly asked inexplicably: "You want to touch the Ma family, yes or no."
Before Han You could speak, Zhou Zhenghuai sneered and said, "It's a clever move. I seconded the craftsmen from my Ministry of Industry. Although I don't know what they will be used for, after all, they are from my Ministry of Industry. The Ma family and others will inevitably miss me." I'm in the same boat as you."
Han You smiled and neither admitted nor denied.
Zhou Zhenghuai picked up the book and threw it back: "If I'm repairing an old house, it's okay to lend it to you for a few days, but if you want me from the Ministry of Works to be your shield, that's just wishful thinking."
Han You stretched out a lot: "Judging from the current sales volume of Moxiang Pavilion, we have made 3,500 guan so far this month. 10% is 350 guan. After getting rid of the Ma family, I will More people will be hired, and sales will increase five to ten times. Even if the profit is only five times, your family will get at least 7,000 yuan in one season.
Zhou Zhenghuai had no expression on his face and sneered again, showing no interest.
Han You couldn't hold on to his smile anymore, and he couldn't figure it out: "Isn't your family very poor? Why don't you be tempted by this?"
Zhou Zhenghuai wanted to curse again.
The Zhou family is a big family, and it can be considered an aristocratic family, but it has always been ups and downs, sometimes doing well and sometimes not doing well. It is not as numerous as other truly aristocratic families.
Let's just talk about Zhou Zhenghuai's youngest son, Zhou Yuntao. The whole family's combined monthly expenses are dozens of dollars, and all expenses are included.
With 20,000 yuan a year for free, Zhou Yuntao would have to call Han You his biological father if he met him.
In other words, if he knew that his father Zhou Zhenghuai refused such a good thing, he would have to kill his own father.
"Do you think that I, the Minister..." Zhou Zhenghuai's face already showed a bit of anger: "I have never seen money, let alone the Minister, let's talk about the beast-like Liu Wenguan, a small boss, greedy all year round. The money that came down was a hundred thousand dollars."
"It's different. He's a crooked person. This is my innocent money."
Han You asked uncertainly: "You think this is too little?"
"fart!"
Zhou Zhenghuai slapped the table: "What does this have to do with money?"
Han You asked tentatively: "Then you think that the books published by Moxiang Pavilion are a bit marginal, which is not good for your reputation?"
Zhou Zhenghuai's nose was crooked with anger.
Isn’t this nonsense? I am the Minister of the Ministry of Industry. If you want fame and face, who the hell should be the Minister of the Ministry of Industry?
"Let's do this, Uncle Zhou." Han You was too lazy to talk in circles: "I won't hide it from you. It's true that we use your people to do business, and it's true that we let the outside world know that we have a good relationship. But you think, although you You are the Minister, but you are the Minister of the Ministry of Industry. Don't tell me that I call you Shibo. I just call you my biological father. Can the Ma family be afraid of you? They are not even afraid of the Prime Minister and still care about you, the Minister of the Ministry of Industry. What do you think? Right."
Zhou Zhenghuai suddenly picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea: "If my guess is correct, I am not the only important minister in the court you want to make friends with."
Han You's pupils shrank suddenly and he laughed dryly: "You are an old saint."
Zhou Zhenghuai laughed heartily: "Tell me, tell me, who are you planning to deceive?"
"You know both the Prime Minister and Prince You. Mr. Huang Youwei, the left minister of the Ministry of War, seems to have a good relationship with my father, and Mr. Huang's father... No, his son, Xu Wenjin, the chief minister of Taipu Temple, should be able to help I'll be busy building up my momentum, and then I'll look for any generals who have a good relationship with my father."
"You kid knows how to take advantage of situations."
Zhou Zhenghuai chuckled lightly: "But these people you mentioned, except His Highness Prince You, are they really willing to help? If you really think so, you, Han You, can't defeat the Ma family."
"Didn't I say everything? It's a powerful statement."
"Great momentum..." Zhou Zhenghuai nodded slightly: "Do you want to compete with the Ma family in the court?"
"At least that's the first step. It's not a fight, it's just self-protection. If my guess is right, the Ma family will find someone to criticize me in the court. No, I'm not an official. They won't criticize me. They will. Criticize my father."
Zhou Zhenghuai nodded again: "Ten thousand guans per season, send it to the house every month, and I will write the letter in person. Remember, at least 10,000 guans per season. If it is less than 10,000 guans, you can make up for it for me, someone from the Ministry of Industry , from the seventh rank below, you can second them at will."
Han You opened his mouth wide: "Then you have been talking for a long time, but you still think the money is too little. Why do you go around in so many circles?"
Zhou Zhenghuai said cheerfully: "Stop talking nonsense. If you don't want to, just get out."
Han You was also happy: "What can be solved with money, is that a problem?"
After saying that, Han You stood up and said, "Then I'm going to get out. You can stay by yourself. Bye, I'll find someone else."
Zhou Zhenghuai was dumbfounded. Seeing Han You step out of the door, he quickly shouted: "My dear nephew, stay here, stay here, Baqianguan, Baqianguan head office. My grandson is about to get married, and he wants to buy a house in Beijing." , eight thousand guan, starting from... the seventh grade, below the seventh grade, you can second me!"
Han You turned around and said, "Five thousand strings, below the sixth grade."
Zhou Zhenghuai gritted his teeth: "Seven thousand strings, from the sixth grade!"
Han You looked hesitant.
Zhou Zhenghuai shouted: "Seven thousand guans, from the sixth grade to below, can be seconded at will. It cannot be less. If it is less, I will not help you."
"Okay." Han You said angrily: "Looking at the old relationship between you and my father, it's settled. You will write the letter yourself and find someone to guarantee it after you finish writing."
Zhou Zhenghuai breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand: "It's a deal. In half an hour, I will ask someone to deliver the letter to Han Mansion."
"Okay, bye bye."
Han You rolled his eyes and took Wang Hai away.
Zhou Zhenghuai was very pleased, but suddenly he noticed that Han You's entourage looked at him deeply, and that look was a bit strange.
It wasn't until Han You left that Zhou Zhenghuai's smile suddenly solidified.
He finally understood the meaning of Wang Hai's look. Han You seemed to have said from the beginning that he would give him 7,000 guan, but he was done with it... and he also gave a lot of Ministry of Industry officials from the sixth grade below.
The butler who had been at the door came in with a strange look in his eyes. He also felt that his master was a bit cheap.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Zhenghuai burst into laughter, a bit unfathomable.
