The Multiverse Starting from White Deer Plain

Xu You, the person who rebelled against Yuan Benchu, was treated well by Cao Cao.

Although Bai Gui is not a thief of Cao.

But on this point, we still need to learn from Cao Cao.

"Yes, Mr. Bai."

A hint of joy flashed deep in Leng Qingqiu's eyes, and he promised.

In Beiman Girls' School, and even the major girls' schools in Yanjing, Bai Gui is definitely at the forefront when it comes to the most sought after figures.

The matter is settled.

With nothing more to say, Leng Qingqiu said goodbye and left.

Bai Gui followed Boss Liu to the backyard study.

Pick up the pen, dip in ink, and calligraphy.

Done in one go.

"Mr. Bai's calligraphy is becoming more and more sophisticated. There are rumors that Mr. Bai once studied under Mr. Liu Xueyu and Mr. Liu."

"I see that Mr. Bai's calligraphy has the shadow of Mr. Liu. Many celebrities said so after seeing the calligraphy that Mr. Bai previously wrote for the tea garden..."

"I wonder if this is true?"

Boss Liu was an expert, and he could tell at a glance that Bai Gui's calligraphy was more accomplished than before. He sighed and asked.

Liu Xueyu was a master of calligraphy at this time, a sage of calligraphy.

Bai Gui used to be the editor-in-chief of the Japanese People's Advance Newspaper. As Bai Gui's reputation spread, this matter was unearthed by the good guys.

The Minjin Daily and the China Daily, two well-known newspapers today, are both properties under Liu Xueyu's name.

Another point is that Liu Xueyu is from Qin Province and so is Bai Gui. If the two of them say that they have nothing to do with each other, no one will believe it.

Calligraphy can also tell which school he studied under.

"Before I went to Japan to study, I visited Mr. Liu. Mr. Liu was once a classmate of my master. Fortunately, Mr. Liu wrote a few original manuscripts and practiced for many years, so I gained a little bit."

Bai Gui smiled and explained.

His calligraphy was previously rigid and lacked spirituality. After receiving the guidance of Liu Xueyu, a senior in Guan School, he improved day by day. Later, after entering the world of immortal swords, he was revered as the founder of the calligraphy sect in the Tang Dynasty and was highly praised by people at the time.

His calligraphy attainments are already at the top level in the world.

"So that's why."

"Mr. Liu's calligraphy was priced at 3,000 silver dollars. Now, Mr. Bai, you write a plaque for our Tianhe Tea Garden. This is the writing fee, and it is also 3,000 silver dollars..."

Boss Liu was relieved.

He clapped his hands, and immediately a boy came out with a tray. On it was a stack of checks drawn by foreign banks, one hundred silver dollars each, thirty checks in total.

Different people have different prices.

When Bai Gui left the calligraphy treasure to Tianhe Tea Garden, he was just a famous scholar, so the price of two hundred silver dollars was appropriate.

But now Bai Gui's reputation is much higher than in the past. Moreover, Bai Gui is the sister-in-law of Bai Xiongqi, a senior official in Baifu, and a disciple of Liu Xueyu, a big boss in the southern government. He can be enjoyed by both the Beiyang and the South. Such a person , the prices of the calligraphy treasures left behind are naturally different.

Of course, the key point is that Bai Gui's calligraphy skills are not shallow, and if this plaque is hung, their Tianhe Tea Garden will also gain face.

Write and write, and get three thousand silver dollars.

Bai Gui did not refuse and accepted the check from the foreign bank.

…

Bai Xiuzhu went home to visit her relatives.

It's coming to an end.

This time I came to break away from the mortal world, not to reminisce about old ties.

The end of the year is approaching.

As the husband and wife of the Bai family, Bai Gui and Bai Xiuzhu once again distributed red envelopes and gave some extra money to the Bai family's helpers.

He knew very well about the relationship between love and enmity, so the money he gave was very appropriate.

And at the same time.

Xiangzi and Huniu's festival gifts were also sent to the Bai family.

No courtesy.

"Mr. Bai..."

"I was blinded by lard. I always wanted to rely on the power of the Bai family to do things, but I didn't think about giving the shares to the Bai family. This is my fault. It has nothing to do with Xiangzi. He is an honest and honest person. He only listens to me. If so, if you want to blame, blame me..."

Huniu is a fat woman with a tiger's head and a tiger's head, and her face is fleshy. At first glance, she is a woman who is not easy to mess with.

But at this moment, she was standing in the living room of the White House, smiling apologetically and blaming her faults.

"It's a small thing."

"I have told Xiangzi before that it is a gift every year. The Bai family has not contributed any effort, so why are they embarrassed to ask for any shares? This is unreasonable."

Bai Gui sat on the Taishi chair, looked at Huniu, and then said.

Huniu grew up in a car factory and was her father Liu Siye's right-hand assistant. She was proficient in managing people, collecting accounts, drinking, and gambling.

This kind of person is used to ups and downs.

He is a good player who holds high and suppresses low.

At this moment, the words she said to Bai Gui were also scheming.

Taking all the blame on himself.

But Huniu is not from the Bai family, and the fault lies with her. How can a person with Bai Gui's identity meet a woman like her? !

In the same way, the fault does not lie with Xiangzi, so the Bai family can't dismiss Xiangzi unreasonably.

"Hey, look at what I said, how can Mr. Bai care about such a trivial matter."

"It's me who talks too much."

Huniu said "blaming herself".

"I don't care about this little thing."

"But if a small thing turns into a big thing, I will care."

Bai Gui said in a deep voice, meaning something.

He didn't want to pay too much attention to this trivial matter. Huniu and Xiangzi are still running a small business, a small car dealership, with only about twenty people under their control. Among the many car dealerships in Yanjing, they are not ranked among the best. He is too focused on this, and it is not interesting.

But just because you don't want to pay attention to it doesn't mean you won't solve the problem.

A little hammering now can save the White House a lot of trouble.

Bai Gui's meaning was obvious. Huniu and Xiangzi had overstepped their bounds before. They knew their mistakes in time and could correct them. They gave generous gifts, so the matter ended here. He wouldn't care about it. But if Huniu and Xiangzi Xiangzi still wants to expand the car dealership business, or do other things, and continue to rely on the shadow of the White House. So the White House is not a charitable family. It will settle accounts where it is necessary.

The business of a small car dealer is enough for Huniu and Xiangzi to make a good living.

"Yes, I understand, Mr. Bai."

Huniu apologized, feeling a lot colder in her heart.

When she and Xiangzi came to give the festival gifts, they thought Bai Gui was a talkative person, but she didn't expect that it wasn't Bai Gui who was talkative at all, but that the things they did were small and not in Bai Gui's eyes, so they didn't plan to pay much attention to them. It's not that Bai Gui would really tolerate them like this.

Xiangzi's family was not the only one who gave Christmas gifts to the Bai family. Everyone in Yanjing knew that Bai Gui was in Yanjing this year, so they also prepared generous gifts and asked people to send them to him.

As a courtesy, there is no need to refuse.

Unless the delivery is particularly thick.

A few days after the New Year's Eve, there was a heavy snowfall, and the entire Yanjing was covered in snow.

On this day of the sixth day of the lunar month.

Early in the morning, there was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Bai."

"You said that although October is the beginning of winter, flowers are still blooming on the other side of the ocean..."

"But I have already arrived in Yanjing."

"I haven't seen any flowers blooming..."

Satomi Naoko was wearing a dark kimono, which stood out in the snow. Her thin lips seemed to be stained with a layer of white ice, but her smile was very sweet.

Bai Gui put on his outer robe and was slightly startled.

Then he pointed at the scattered crystal snowflakes in the sky.

“It’s early winter in October, when the snowflakes shine brightly.”

"Aren't the flowers blooming in October?"

"Naoko."

"Welcome to Yanjing."

Bai Gui raised the corner of his mouth and smiled.

Who says snowflakes are not flowers?

This is the romance of literati.

"Oh, is it so?"

"Mr. Bai is so funny."

Satomi Naoko smiled softly, her brows furrowed slightly, but the corners of her mouth raised. As she spoke, she took out a pack of warm chestnuts from her arms, "This is the real Tianjin Ganli, I got it from I took a train from Jinmen to Yanjing and bought a pack of chestnuts, which were... still warm."