newbobooks Chapter 179 Making up for it
Chapter 179 Making up for it
In the lobby, Zhu Yu hugged the young lady and cried silently. Wang Jinyi raised the ruler and hit the cushion next to Zhu Yu again and again.
After hitting him five times, he hugged Zhu Yu and scolded him harshly in a low voice:
"Zhu Yu, stop crying! If you cry again I will beat you up."
Zhu Yu knew that the young lady loved him and was reluctant to hit him, fearing that he would suffer. But then Zhu Yu was stunned, raised his head and looked at the young lady blankly.
Wang Jinyi slapped Zhu Yu hard with his chubby little hand, and asked angrily:
"Will you learn your lesson?"
Zhu Yu nodded while crying.
This little trick of killing a chicken to scare the monkeys ended just like that. Zhu Yu raised her exaggeratedly wrapped left hand and walked out of the main hall, crying, "I was too careless..."
The servants at No. 9 Yongxing Lane all learned the family rules, and the effect of the education was achieved.
The mother looked at her daughter with satisfaction, smiling without saying a word.
In the evening, at the instruction of Wang Jinyi, Wen Bai brought back the deed and 500 taels of silver notes.
Wang Jinyi thought that this was Wenbai's first time dealing with a businessman, so he lent Wenbai the contract that his grandfather had signed with the Xie family as a reference. As a result, Wenbai not only asked for 500 taels of silver, but also increased his share of the profits.
Wang Jinyi thinks that writers are also malleable, it just depends on whether you can develop them. Suddenly, Wang Jinyi asked with a leap of thought:
"Wen Bai is wearing a pencil-making robe and going to discuss cooperation with a bookstore?"
"Miss, Madam knew that he was going out to do some work, so she asked Butler Wang to find a set of clothes and lend it to him. His original scholar's robe was covered with carbon dust, and it was still gray after washing."
"Qingyu, write this down. Let the sewing room make two scholar's robes for Wen Bai tomorrow. I will pay for them! Keep these two banknotes. We finally have money in our account. Don't return the money to the government for now. I'm afraid we will have more money to spend later."
Qingyu was busy putting the two banknotes into a large account book, and said to the young lady happily:
"Miss, we finally have some cash in our account. I'm not afraid this time. You can have someone come to me to collect the money again."
After hearing this, Wang Jinyi felt a little guilty. He was just a hands-off manager who just spent money without caring whether there was money in the account. He thought that it was not easy for Qingyu to be such a bad accountant.
Wang Jinyi suddenly found that she had money, but she had overdrawn the cooperation with the clan. How could she make up for it? !
The publishing rights of "The Story of Revenge" have been sold, how can I tell my clan? Alas, I can only make up for it myself.
Wang Jinjin searched through the memories of his past life, looking for those poems that left a deep impression on him, and later compiled them into a book. This can be considered a contribution to his past life!
The next day, at the hour of Si, Wen Bai saw the young lady confidently opening the little notebook and reading one poem after another. Wen Bai was completely stunned. These were not simple poems at all, but masterpieces, so beautiful that they could not be surpassed.
Wen Bai listened to the young lady reciting a poem, and was so shocked that he blurted out:
"it is good."
Wang Jinyi quickly and passionately recited more than 50 poems from the Tang Dynasty that were easy to remember in his head. He thought it could be considered a small collection of poems and named it "Songs Picked Up at Dusk".
Thinking to myself, I wondered if this collection of poems could ever be made up, so I transferred the publishing rights without permission and accidentally discovered that Wen Bai had the potential to become a fan.
Wen Bai stared at the young lady, his face full of excitement.
"Miss, you are a genius. How did you come up with such a wonderful poem?"
Wang Jinyi had no intention of plagiarizing, so he smiled and decided to give an answer quickly so as not to let Wenbai misunderstand.
"I read these poems from books, Mr. Wenbai. They were not written by me."
Wang Jinyi really wanted to tell Wen Bai in her heart, don’t worship me, I don’t want to be a legend!
"Miss, which book is it? Miss, why do you always hide your intelligence? Pearl should shine."
Wang Jinyi is very clear about the principle of "helping the world when you are successful", but this is not my wisdom, I don't have this talent. I can't shine at will!
I am only good at writing tongue twisters, how dare I call myself Li Bai and Du Fu? Wang Jinyi clearly recognized the level of his poetry.
I don't dare to say that these are my masterpieces. Alas! I really don't deserve it.
Wang Jinyi said repeatedly with an extremely official expression
"Mr. Wenbai, these poems are really not written by me..."
"Please ask Mr. Wenbai to compile it into a book. I'm afraid someone will come to pick it up soon."
Wen Bai bowed to the ground, stood up and walked out. Wang Jinyi shook his head helplessly. He appreciated the respect, but felt guilty. So he accepted the respect on behalf of all the poets! But he could only accept it on behalf of them and could not pass it on!
Wang Jinyi scratched the buds on her head. Since the weather turned cold, her nanny had combed her hair into two small buds according to the clan etiquette, and decorated it with small fabric flowers. Before she could get over her shameful mood, her nanny stood by the door and reported:
"Wang Jinlai is outside the hall."
"Let him in."
It was obvious that Wang Jin had prepared for his visit to the young lady. Not only was he dressed very neatly, he also had a written document in his hand. After entering the room, he reported item by item according to the document in his hand. At the beginning, he talked about the expenses of the money he received. As soon as he started reading, Wang Jinyi stopped him.
"Wang Jinlai, you will report this to Qingyu later and write down the details according to the rules. The two people in charge must sign. If there are any problems, you can leave the house directly. It's still the same rule."
"Tell me what you have done these days."
"Miss, the man I saved has woken up. Bai Zhu gave him some medicine and he can basically get up now, but he is a little stupid and doesn't like to talk much. What should we do with him?"
"Let's go to Kukushui Mountain first and slowly see if he can recover. Then he can leave on his own. Is there anything else?"
"Miss, these are three bags made by Zhu Yu's mother, Zhao, according to your drawings."
Wang Jinlai opened the lid of the basket beside him and took out a small box from it like a nesting doll, then took out a shoulder bag from it, and then took out a small handbag from the shoulder bag. Each one was of the same shape, just different in size and with different straps.
But there is one thing in common, they are all equally exquisite. After looking at these three bags, the word "series" instantly flashed in Wang Jinyi's mind.
In my previous life, I knew that there was a profession in the field of clothing design called "pattern maker", which was a person who took the designer's inspiration and made the pattern into shape.
Now it seems that Zhao has this ability and can turn an original design into a series. He is a rare talent.
Wang Jinyi had a strong desire in her mind that Zhao must be hers. Wang Jin came to look at the young lady. After seeing the three bags made by Zhao, the young lady suddenly lowered her head and remained silent. She didn't know why, but she kept silent and waited for a long time.