Die For Life

Hearing Jing Qingfu's simple and rude praise, almost all the people in the tribe were dumbfounded.

But soon, the smart people quickly recovered and realized the subtleties of Jing Zhengwei's plan.

"As expected of brother..."

Long Jing Zhengwu exhaled, showing a convincing smile.

"Tsk."

Jing Zhengfeng took a bored sip of the wine bottle, glanced at Leyu, and then turned his head away.

Fei Wei pulled Jing Zhengtang and said a few words in a low voice. Jing Zhengtang also realized it suddenly, and gave Leyu a thumbs up: "Fei Wei also thinks you are great, brother!"

Only Leyu looked silly for a week, looking at their jealous and compelling expressions, and she was at a loss.

What do you guys mean? How come all the expressions of "I got it"?

What did you guys make up for? I'm obviously talking about jokes and mocking you!

"Worthy of my good son...cough cough cough..." Jing Qingfu took a couple of heavy mouthfuls of Baixia, flushing on the face of the old Yin Yin, and he let out a happy voice-don't look blushing. me!

Jing Qingfu's voice was full of irrepressible joy: "Only you have realized what the real problem our Jing family wants to solve is!"

"Zhengwu wants to solve the few workers who want to resist, Zhengwei wants to solve all workers, and Zhengtang wants to solve the existing worker employment system... But those are just appearances!"

"I told you from the beginning-the problem we are facing is that Yinxue will have opinions on the Jing family!"

"Whether it is workers, riots, or systems, they are actually not that important. As long as we have the resources, even if we don't retreat, what about those mud legs?"

"They want to riot, we call the army to suppress it."

"If they want to negotiate, we will buy and divide until they succumb."

"They are going on strike, hehe, they are the first to starve to death!"

"Our Jing family has been in business for so many years, can we still be overthrown by this group of bones with soft mud legs? They are grass and machines. They were born to grow our Jing family and serve our Jing family."

Jing Qingchu glanced at the other three brothers: "Zhengwu, Zhengwei, Zhengtang, your suggestions are all good, but what you solve is to make the machine produce faster and more efficiently, and let the grass be more obedient for us to harvest-these things The Jing family has always been able to do it, but the efficiency is high."

"Only righteousness." Jing Qingchu looked at Le Yu, the twinkling light in his pupils was simply the look in the eyes of'the old capitalist finally found the darkest heir': "He has grasped the key to the problem-the silver and blood society!"

"The problem we really want to solve is to let Yinxue not find our troubles, let Yinxue see our attitude, and let other chambers of commerce realize the power of the Jing family!"

At this time, other people finally reacted and couldn't help but answer: "Public opinion!"

"Yes, it's the public opinion!" Jing Qingchu inhaled heavily, and a long string of white clouds in the glass bottle was inhaled by the Jing Qingshi storm along the duct. There is really such a hint of fairy meal, the style of swallowing the mist: "Zhengwu Zhengfeng Zhengtang you All methods are too slow, and only Zhengwei’s method can be directly effective!"

"Furthermore, yours is business, domineering, and evil, and Zhengwei's move... is king!"

"As long as other chambers of commerce can see the Jing family's attitude, it will be the Jing family's victory!"

He coughed twice and laughed: "Of course, Zhengwei's own suggestions are also excellent... "Workers do these things and become major mine owners in five years"... Zhengwei, you can simply say that this is probably an article. What kind of article."

"Um..." Leyu couldn't make up any beautiful articles for a while, so he casually said according to his impression of the previous life: "Probably it means that I have a worker friend. He sees that other workers can be lazy and lazy, but he is the only one. He has been working hard all the time to mine. One day the mine owner discovered his honesty and diligence, so he promoted him to open mines. Five years later, he has become a big mine owner through hard work and diligence..."

"Hahahaha-cough cough cough!" Jing Qingfu was almost out of breath with a smile, and the housekeeper hurriedly caressed his back to help him get along. He took a sip of Bai Xia, and it took a full minute to relieve his breath, then suddenly turned his head and asked: "Ford, is there a printing factory at home?"

Butler Ford said: "No, but the poet is currently selling off the property, including a printing factory..."

"Go and buy it." Jing Qingfu commanded: "Zhengwei, this matter is left to you. Be sure to let the newspaper you run spread all over the streets and alleys, even in the inner city. Whether you lose money or make money depends on your ability."

"Then……"

Jing Qingchu fell silent and looked at the other three brothers while sucking Bai Xia.

The Huifu Hall was also quiet, and the supporters of Zhengwu and Zhengtang were sweating their foreheads. They realized that in this sudden assessment, the young master Jing Zhengwei undoubtedly won the first place, and Jing Qingfu still has the power of the Patriarch, if he really chooses to let the young master as the heir...

As the eldest grandson, Jing Zhengwei is naturally the first heir. If Jing Qingchu wanted to support Jing Zhengfeng, the people of the tribe could still stop the opposition, but if he chose Jing Zhengwei, the people of the tribe would have no room for objection.

Even from the very beginning, the people of the tribe believed that Jing Zhengwei was the next Patriarch, and it was all Jing Qingchu's various performances that he gave up Jing Zhengwei, so the people of the tribe turned their attention to Jing Zhengwu and Jing Zhengtang-where are they? It can be expected that Jing Qingchu, an old yin stock, will actually turn his head back!

After a long time, Jing Qingfu finally spoke:

"...Your opinions also have many merits and can complement each other. Right, I will hand over the two factories to you-you can't refuse, unless you feel that you are a trash among the four brothers."

Jing Zhengfeng, who was about to speak, immediately closed his mouth when he heard this.

"There are many things. Knowing how to do it is one thing, and whether it can be done well is another thing."

Jing Qingchu took a deep breath of Bai Xia, and said, "My old bones can hold on for a long time. I hope you...don't let me down."

After all, Jing Qingchu loosened the catheter he had been biting, and motioned to the housekeeper to push him back to rest.

When Jing Qingfu's figure was completely submerged in the back hall, Jing Zhengfeng stood up immediately: "Since it's okay, I'll go back. Looking at you, I can't even eat."

Jing Zhengwu politely smiled and said, "Each each other."

"Fourth brother..." Jing Zhengtang wanted to say something, but Jing Zhengfeng had already walked away like flying away, as if he was afraid of something.

"Qing Lan, let's go."

Leyu stood up and patted Qing Lan on the shoulder. Qing Lan quickly stood up and asked in a low voice, "My son, are we leaving now?"

"Otherwise? I'm full, are you full?"

"No……"

"But I don't want to sit when I'm full. I can digest almost the same when I walk to the door. Do you stay here and continue to eat or...?"

Qing Lan glanced at the Jing family members around and realized that this was not a multiple-choice question, but a proposition, and shook her head again and again: "I will go with the son."

"Then go." Leyu waved his hand: "Goodbye brothers."

"Goodbye brother." "Goodbye brother."

Jing Zhengwu and Jing Zhengtang responded one after another, watching Leyu and Qinglan leave the Huifu Hall.

However, the news tonight is so great that many people actually have no intention of eating. This family banquet ended hastily, leaving the table full of dishes to be handled by the faithful and obedient servants, and the Jing family was after the big gathering. , Quickly started his own small gathering, secretly discussing whether to stand in line to surrender.

...

"Father can't last long. This is the final test."

On the way back to the house, Jing Zhengwu said calmly: "Although I still have the advantage, it is better to be safe, especially when my brother suddenly follows the'kingway' route, which is even more troublesome... What kind of support can the Qin family give me? "

Qin Yueshi held Jing Zhengwu's hand, beautiful eyes flowed in a variety of styles, and her pretty face was lightly pressed on the shoulders of her fiance, and said: "Business is not easy, and it is even more difficult to manage workers. Some changes are possible. Cause panic among the workers...Your brothers want to reform, I am afraid they will encounter some'setbacks'."

"Thank you...Perhaps, this is a lesson our brothers must learn." Jing Zhengtang exclaimed:

"Businessman, just want to hurt people..."

...

"Oh, don't hit me, don't move, I will draw crookedly."

In the warm white bedroom, Jing Zhengtang took the eyebrow pencil and gingerly painted Fei Wei's eyebrows. He saw Fei's bulging expression and smiled: "I understand what you mean. The eldest brother and the fourth brother are valued by the father, and the second brother still has the absolute advantage. In fact, we are still in a precarious situation."

"But didn't we also come here in the past? We are disadvantaged every time, and win every time...Although the opponent is replaced by my brother this time, it is actually the same."

"You, just relax, don't think too much, or if you have crow's feet at a young age, I will, I will..."

Noting that Fei Wei gritted her teeth and stared at herself, as if she was a fried cat, Jing Zhengtang’s voice became smaller and smaller, and she suddenly became anxious: "Then I will try to grow older so that everyone feels that you are in. Flowers on the cow dung!"

...

"Three gangs master!" "Three gangs master!"

Returning to the station of the Qinghong Gang in the outer city, Jing Zhengfeng came to the lobby and saw several brothers drinking and eating. He squeezed one of them and sat down, drinking and eating meat. The crowd who was squeezed away didn't take it seriously. They went to sit next to the stool and asked with a smile: "What do you get when the boss comes home this time? Did the Jing family send you a big red envelope?"

"Don't mention it, the old man gave me two big troubles." Jing Zhengfeng suffocated the wine bottle in a mouthful, put the wine down again, and suddenly turned his head to look at the gang next to him: "Daqiang, hit me."

Daqiang blinked: "Boss, are you drunk?"

"I'm not drunk, don't worry about so much, punch me with all your strength."

"Drunk people say they are not drunk..."

"If you stop hitting, I'll hit you again."

"Good, good." Daqiang had never heard such a strange request. He stood up and put on a posture, and suddenly shouted. There were countless gongs and drums in the whole hall, and huge cannonballs exploded with one punch!

Aiki warfare, continuous artillery fire!

Jing Zhengfeng drew a circle with his left hand, accurately trapped the light burst of the cannonball, and hit Daqiang against the wall with a palm of his backhand.

Bite Warfare·Yong!

"Boss, why are you fighting back..." Daqiang touched his head with a bitter expression on his face: "You just found a reason to beat me, right?

"Of course I have to fight back when you hit me." Jing Zhengfeng snorted and looked at his hand, but in his heart he remembered the two confrontations with Jing Zhengwei just now.

For the first time, he hit a wild bite backhand and was broken by Jing Zhengwei's punch.

The second time, facing Jing Zhengwei's straight punch, he backhanded Yu Yong, Jing Zhengwei actually found the loophole that Yu Yong hadn't closed accurately, and punched through Yu Yong to crack Yu Yong.

If the first time is a coincidence, the second time can never be a coincidence.

However, Jing Zhengwei's attack did not cause a light burst at all, that is to say, he used his experience and intuition to solve the tactical skills directly with his fist...

But for so many years, the bite warfare has reached the threshold of entering the room.

Could it be that Jing Zhengwei’s bite warfare realm...

"It seems..." Jing Zhengfeng put the two legs on the dinner table and thought to himself: "My brothers, none of them are wine bags and rice bags..."

...

In Jing Mansion's bedroom, Qing Lan's face was flushed, his forehead was sweaty, and his mouth was slightly open, but his eyes were full of satisfaction, and his expression was very attractive.

咻——咻——

She is eating hot and sour noodles.

Although Qing Lan had tried her best to suppress her voice, the hot and sour noodles were too sour and she could still eat ‘shoo’.

"My son, if you don't eat it, it will be cold!" Qing Lan felt that she was the only one who was talking so loudly that it was too embarrassing, so she urged Le Yu.

"It's delicious when it's cold."

Le Yu sat on the desk for a long time, recorded what happened in Jingyuan tonight, trying to sort out what happened through replay——

He is a good steel proletariat, an undercover agent in the white night, an assassin in an unknown organization, and a capitalist who thinks about liberating the people all day, the weak little Bourgeois. Why is he suddenly in charge of running the newspaper?

He just talked casually!

Where can he run a newspaper! He knows how to write jokes!

Leyu is an old jokeman, he has always been able to write jokes.

If you just write a paragraph, then this is not called a newspaper, and you can rename it to "Official Account", "Story Meeting" or "Zhihu".

"My son, I'm full."

Qing Lan blushed, "The smell in the room is too big, son, hurry up and eat, or you will go to bed with the sour and spicy smell tonight."

"Actually I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat now."

"Then why should you buy...?"

"Didn't you say that you are not full, when passing by the snack street, I saw you staring at the hot and sour noodles, so I bought it for you."

Qing Lan blinked: "Then... why buy two copies?"

"Yeah, why buy two copies?"

Leyu turned around ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ thoughtfully and said, "Could it be because of..."

Qing Lan looked at Leyu expectantly.

"...I think you can have two servings?"

"My son, how could I have two servings?" Qing Lan twitched her lips: "I am also a girl anyway..."

"You are discrimination. Girls can also eat two servings of hot and sour noodles. You deprive girls of the right to eat two servings of hot and sour noodles." Leyu made a few messes: "Or you can eat more. I really can't eat a whole bowl."

"I..." Qing Lan hesitated: "Well, then I'll eat a little bit more."

Leyu continued to think about running a newspaper.

Do you want to do it? How to do? Who do you call?

Jing Zhengwei didn't know a few literate people either, if Yin Yinyin...

Hey?

Leyu stopped turning his pen, and a brilliant genius idea emerged in his heart. The genius made him almost want to do some somersaults to cheer him up.

"My son, I ate a third, and it's your turn."

Qinglan calmly handed the chopsticks and bowl to Leyu, who was in contemplation subconsciously took Leyu, and gulped his fans.

Although Leyu still didn't understand how he was a Faker-ranked capitalist, how suddenly he was appointed to run a newspaper.

However, this is a wonderful opportunity-

After all, being a capitalist cannot save Dongyang.

PS: The 4,000-word chapter, let’s make it two in one today. There are more than 10,000 words in the update in these two days. Just to end the plot of Jingyuan, I will listen to the Japanese principles (touch) the (fish) thoughts.

Maybe some classmates have already guessed after seeing this, and I will write a few paragraphs of essays about the public plot-but this essay's work, you may have learned it in Chinese textbooks.