On Sunday, Fei Jingting first went to Mr. Yan’s house, and then went with Mr. Yan to Miss Zhu San’s house.
That's right, this salon is opened in Miss Zhu San's bungalow in the French Concession.
Accompanying Mr. Yan and the celebrities, the wealthy businessman exchanged pleasantries. As soon as they had some time to relax, they turned around and saw Pang Shibi approaching menacingly.
Fei Jingting's scalp felt numb, and he suddenly felt like the author had posted a post on Moments to travel around, only to be caught by the editor.
"Hey, Editor Pang, are you here?"
Pang Shibi had an upright temperament, and even if Fei Jingting became a hero of Jinmen, his attitude would not change.
Pang Shibi rolled up his sleeves, pointed at Fei Jingting and said, "Fei Jingting, where's the outline?"
Outline...what outline? During this time, I am busy with classes and practicing, and I also have to compile college physics textbooks. Where can I find the time to write an outline?
But you can't say that, Fei Jingting hurriedly said: "I'm still thinking about it, it will be soon."
"It's almost?" Pang Shibi said reluctantly: "How long will it be soon? Please give me an accurate number."
"How do I know this? It's not that the idea is not perfect yet..."
"No." Pang Shibi said, "That's not what you said before. Please give me a quick word, can you finish the outline this month?"
This month? There are only a few days left. Fei Jingting thought that the forging of the magic sword was completed and there seemed to be some spare time, so he agreed: "It should be no problem."
Pang Shibi immediately hit the snake on the stick and said: "This is what you said. If you don't come to me by the end of the month, I will come to the door myself."
"It's definitely no problem!"
Pang Shibi exhaled a breath, his aura calmed down, and his whole person suddenly changed. He came over with a smile and asked in a low voice: "Um...Jing Ting, please tell me first, what story are you writing this time?"
"It's also a matter of the Song Dynasty."
"The follow-up to Demi-Gods and the Eight Parts?"
Fei Jingting shook his head: "Not really, it just uses some settings from Tian Long Ba Bu. It's a completely new story."
"Wonderful, it references the setting of Sky 8 and has nothing to do with the previous work. In this way, it can attract the old readers of Sky 8 without hindering new readers. Jing Ting is so calculating."
What does this have to do with him, Fei Jingting? It’s all Mr. Jin’s handiwork.
After finally sending Editor Pang away, I saw a little girl giggling and chasing and playing with another little girl.
The little girl only looked back to see if her companions were catching up, but forgot to look at the road ahead, so she bumped into Fei Jingting's arms.
Fei Jingting stretched out his hand to make a false gesture, causing the little girl to spin around and then stop in place.
'Well...' The little girl came back to her senses, looked up at Fei Jingting, and immediately said politely: "Thank you, uncle."
Uncle? This girl is not cute at all!
The owner of the salon, Miss Zhu San, came over with a goblet and scolded her: "Why are you so careless? There are people coming and going in the salon. Stop running around."
The little girl stuck out her tongue and said cutely: "I know, Third Sister."
Miss Zhu San smiled and greeted Fei Jingting: "Mr. Fei, long time no see."
"Hello, Miss Third."
"Oh," Miss Zhu San said, "It's interesting to say, this is my fifth sister, but this is the fourth sister of the Zhao family. We are standing here, and we have all three, four, and five."
The two little girls echoed: "Yes, yes."
"I am Zhao Si and you are Zhu Wu. Haha, it's so interesting."
Fei Jingting, who was originally smiling, froze. Zhu San and Zhu Wu were fine, but Zhao Si...
Fei Jingting looked at the little girl who bumped into him, lowered his head and asked softly: "What's your name?"
The little girl said: "Zhao Ti, but they all call me Xiangsheng."
The names don't match, is it wrong?
Miss Zhu San on the side said: "Xiang Sheng is not the daughter of an ordinary family. Her father is Zhao Qinghua, the director of the Jinpu Railway. He has a rich family and a smooth official career. I think that in ten years' time this famous lady from Beijing and Tianjin will be...
Xiangsheng is the best."
Zhao Qinghua? You can’t be wrong! The little girl in front of you is the most successful mistress, Miss Zhao Si, who fascinated the young marshal!
I had the intention to give a few words of advice in advance, but although the Young Marshal had many things to criticize, such as being a prodigal, he treated Miss Zhao Si from the bottom of his heart.
Forget it, given the young marshal's romantic style, without Zhao Si there would still be Zhu Wu.
"Teacher Fei, you are here too."
Mr. Bian's voice came from behind. He turned around and saw Bian Wenjie walking over, holding Mr. Bian's arm.
"Hello, Mr. Bian. Classmate Wenjie, you are here too."
"Teacher Fei, can you still teach in a girls' school?" Bian Wenjie complained after meeting him: "The new physics teacher is an old man. He only knows how to teach and is very boring."
Mr. Bian pretended to reprimand: "Don't be ridiculous. Teacher Fei is so busy, where can he have time to teach girls?"
Mr. Bian and Bian Wenjie greeted the third lady, and the third lady led the two little girls away.
Mr. Bian sent his daughter away and said thoughtfully: "Teacher Fei, could you please take a step to speak?"
"good."
Fei Jingting followed Mr. Bian out of the bungalow and walked straight in the garden. When they reached a deserted corner, Mr. Bian took out his cigarette and offered it to him. Fei Jingting waved his hand and refused.
Mr. Bian lit it on his own, took a sip and said, "I was wrong. Why did the British invest in building a factory? They clearly want to use their power to overwhelm others, and the snake swallows the elephant."
British? Well, Mr. Bian mentioned a while ago that Jardine Matheson wanted to invest in Mr. Bian's proprietary medicine factory. It seems that things have changed.
Mr. Bian said distressedly: "The British are only willing to pay 100,000 yuan, but they want to share half of the secret recipe and profits. It is extremely shameless!"
Oh, to put it bluntly, the Angsa people are Vikings. The only bottom line for these people is that they have no bottom line. They only care about interests when doing things, and they don't know what justice is.
Fei Jingting asked: "Mr. Bian wants to refuse... is it troublesome?"
Mr. Bian nodded: "The British are not easy to deal with. At least I look pretty good, and my appearance is not that ugly. But if I reject the British, the Japanese will get involved."
Fei Jingting understood that Mr. Bian's patent medicine factory had a wolf in front and a tiger in the back. It was impossible to offend the British and the increasingly arrogant Japanese by setting up industry in Tianjin.
"What are you going to do, Mr. Bian?"
Mr. Bian shook his head: "I just don't know, so I came to Teacher Fei for advice."
"Mr. Bian thinks highly of me." Fei Jingting pondered for a moment and said, "In this case, Mr. Bian might as well find an American."
At the moment, the Americans only have national power, but it has not yet transformed into the right to speak in the international arena. They can speak and do things in an honest way. It will be different after World War II. When the United States becomes arrogant, it is really unreasonable.
“Americans?” There are not many American businessmen in Tianjin, and the American Concession is directly classified as a public concession. It only occupies a seat in the Concession Ministry of Industry Bureau, and its presence is really not high.
Fei Jingting advised: "The British gave the Americans a hard time after the European War. There has been a lot of unhappiness between Britain and the United States in the past two years. Moreover, as the United States becomes more powerful, even the British have to be a little wary of it.
Mr. Bian has found an American to cooperate, and the British have no choice but to come."
"That's a good idea." Mr. Bian thought for a moment and then praised: "Teacher Fei is still smarter. Unlike me, I can't think of a way to solve the problem no matter how hard I think about it."
Fei Jingting was about to say something when he heard someone from behind saying, "Jingting?"
Turning around, he saw Liang Qichao and Mr. Liang greeting him from afar.
Mr. Bian hurriedly said: "Hey, I don't want to delay Teacher Fei for so long. Teacher Fei, go talk to Mr. Liang and I will think about it again."
"Okay, then Mr. Bian, I'll take my leave first."
Fei Jingting said goodbye to Mr. Bian, walked a few steps and rushed to Mr. Liang, and greeted with a smile: "Mr. Liang, why are you here too?"
Liang Qichao then laughed and said, "Why else? Yan Fansun wanted to use the salon to raise donations. He was afraid that he was not worthy enough, so he asked me to come over and help persuade him to donate."
Fei Jingting was secretly happy. Mr. Yan also worked hard to fund the school. He even invited Liang Qichao to persuade him to donate.
After a brief exchange of greetings, Liang Qichao asked: "Jing Ting, have you started writing your book yet?"
Writing? Are you kidding? If Liang Qichao hadn't asked, Fei Jingting would have forgotten about it.
He said with a little embarrassment: "I'm still thinking about it, and I need to consult some historical materials."
Mr. Liang nodded: "Yes, this book is not easy to write. It requires detailed historical materials. I won't help with the Chinese historical materials. You have your own library in Beichen. If that doesn't work, just go to Beiyang University to borrow them. If Jingting needs foreign historical materials
, I can actually help."
"Thank you very much, Mr. Liang."
Fei Jingting thought about it, let's fool him first and then talk about it. At this moment, he was secretly resenting that he shouldn't have agreed on impulse at that time. Is this book so easy to write? He is a coder, so it's OK to let him fight with people on the Internet.
, he has never experienced writing a book.
The salon didn't end until late in the evening. Fei Jingting waited for a long time before leaving Miss Zhu San's bungalow with Mr. Yan who came out from Shi Shiran.
On the way, Mr. Yan asked: "Is Jing Ting still getting used to it?"
Fei Jingting shook his head: "If you don't adapt, it feels like a waste of life."
Mr. Yan sighed: "If you want to accomplish something, you always have to spend some time and energy doing some extremely boring things."
Fei Jingting asked: "Mr. Yan, how many donations have been collected today?"
Mr. Yan shook his head: "There are two people who are interested, but we will discuss the details later."
Fei Jingting blinked and realized that he hadn't collected a single dime in donations this afternoon. In Jinmen dialect, his name was Bai Rao.
"Perhaps today's salon is run by Miss Zhu San? Mr. Yan will run his own salon later. I think it should have some effect."
Mr. Yan immediately glanced at him strangely and said: "It's a random idea. The cost of running a salon is hundreds of thousands of dollars, and you may not be able to raise funds. If you do it a few times, it will be enough to pay the teachers' salaries."
That’s it.”
Fei Jingting nodded and accepted the instruction, saying in his heart that Mr. Yan was so stingy in order to run a school, and he was truly a well-deserved educator.
At this time, I heard Mr. Yan say again: "That's why I used other people's salons. This way I saved a lot of money." (To be continued)