Mrs. Bian thought that would be the case today, but unexpectedly, Mr. Bian, who was so drunk, got up and vomited all the time. After coming back, he was obviously much more energetic.
After rinsing his mouth with some fragrant tea, Mr. Bian sighed: "This Teacher Fei is not a simple person, he deserves the name of a young talent. If you are interested in doing business, I am afraid that Jinmen will have a business giant."
" After pondering for a moment, Mr. Bian thought for a while and said: "Wen Jie followed him, which is a good match."
Mrs. Bian was happy: "Hey, that's not what you said last time."
"I didn't understand it at the time." Mr. Bian became more energetic and said, "Today, Teacher Fei showed me a clear path. I will turn the cotton spinning factory into a pharmaceutical factory. Maybe our family can go further in the future.
"
"Why are you talking about business again? Didn't you mention Teacher Fei in the previous sentence?"
Mr. Bian sighed: "Women, long hair and short knowledge."
Mrs. Bian raised her eyebrows: "Try saying it again!"
"Uh, pretend I didn't say that."
Mrs. Bian snorted softly and ignored Mr. Bian. She was thinking about how to make her daughter and Fei Jingting a couple. She thought that Fei Jingting had just returned home and was still a piece of raw jade that no one had discovered.
If you find out, wouldn’t it be that you were robbed to be your son-in-law?
Mrs. Bian couldn't sit still anymore, so she got up and left.
"Eh? Why are you going?"
"I'll go talk to Wen Jie."
Mr. Bian began to have a headache. This wife was good at everything, but she was always worried that her daughter would not get married... How could his Bian family's daughter not get married? She was so careless!
Mrs. Bian hurried to Bian Wenjie's door, knocked on the door, pushed the door open, and said with a smile: "Wenjie, haven't you slept yet?"
Bian Wenjie changed into a set of pajamas and said, "I'll read the storybook for a while."
Mrs. Bian came over, sat next to him, thought about the words, and said, "Wenjie, what do you and Teacher Fei mean?"
"Huh?" Bian Wenjie blinked, then lowered his head and said shyly: "It's just...it's okay."
Looking at Bian Wenjie's expression, how could a mother still not understand her daughter's thoughts? Mrs. Bian immediately smiled and said, "That's good. Let's get along well. Mom is waiting for Teacher Fei to come to propose marriage."
Bian Wenjie immediately quit: "Mom, what are you talking about...Besides, there will be a strike tomorrow and I don't know when classes will resume. I can't see him..."
Mrs. Bian said: "Isn't this simple? Mrs. Grace will hold a salon in a few days, and she will invite Teacher Fei to accompany her. Won't you meet again?"
Bian Wenjie just refused to obey, his head was swinging back and forth in his mother's arms, like a drill.
But he said that Fei Jingting came out of Bian's house with a check worth one hundred thousand yuan in his arms, and he was in a wonderful mood. Now he didn't have to worry about money. He didn't take a rickshaw, instead he walked back in a rickshaw.
He took a shortcut through an alley area, and suddenly a little girl ran towards him. She bowed slightly and said, "Uncle, my paper kite is hanging on the tree. Can you help me take it down?"
Fei Jingting looked at the little girl. She was eleven or two years old. She was wearing a white shirt and a black skirt. She looked like she was a student in a missionary school. But at such an old age, he called him uncle... Tsk, this kid doesn't do anything at all.
cute.
"please!"
"Oh, where is the paper kite?"
The little girl pointed to the poplar tree at the entrance of the alley and said, "Hung on that tree?"
Fei Jingting raised his head and glanced, oh, this hanging is not low. He was too lazy to climb the tree, so he looked around with squinted eyes, estimated the advance, and with a flick of his wrist, a chopstick flew out.
The chopsticks accurately hit the swaying tree branch, and the kite fell down immediately. Several children around him immediately clapped their hands and laughed.
The little girl bowed again to Fei Jingting: "Thank you, uncle."
"Call me brother."
"Huh?" The little girl was a little confused.
Just at this time, a friend shouted: "Hu Ruihua, walk quickly, let's fly the kite for a while!"
"Okay," the little girl waved to Fei Jingting: "See you later, brother!"
Well, this is so cute.
Fei Jingting didn't know that this little girl would become famous in the future. After more than ten years, she won the Best Actress title consecutively, and her stage name was Hu Die.
When he returned to his new residence, Fu Yunzhao immediately scolded her. Fei Jingting threw a silver dollar in the face, which immediately stopped the little girl's complaints.
Fu Yunzhao took the silver dollar with a smile on his face, put it in his bag and put it away, and said: "If you don't come back next time, tell me in advance, it will make me wait for so long."
"Know it."
Fu Yunzhaolai had been playing with the gramophone-like Bluetooth speaker in the room for a while. She no longer shouted, "Thunderbolts and pelts kill the geese at the third uncle's house." Recently, she became obsessed with exploring the Qingshui River, and her singing sounded quite similar.
Fei Jingting settled down to etch the Yunzhuan script. The eight-piece Yunzhuan array had already been engraved, and the jade tablet was returned to Fu Yunzhao. Now Fei Jingting began to explore on his own.
After more than ten days, eight jade plaques were etched one after another, but none of them were usable. It can only be said that it is a trial and error work, and the road ahead is long and the results will not be seen in a short time.
After Fu Yunzhao returned to his room, Fei Jingting began to refine the Celestial Eye Technique, and the three lights converged on the ancestral orifice between the eyebrows. The Yin and Yang Eyes were completed, but if he wanted to practice the next step of the Celestial Eye, it would take a lot of hard work, and it would not be achieved in a short time.
Effective.
There was nothing to say all night. Early the next morning, Fei Jingting opened his eyes and muttered "sign in" silently out of habit.
"Ding! Sign in and the host will be rewarded with a Black Star motorcycle and three tons of gasoline."
Huh? It’s so out of character, why did the system suddenly find out?
Fei Jingting hurriedly got up, and with a thought, his consciousness had already seen the Black Star motorcycle parked in the space.
After watching it for a long time, Fei Jingting couldn't help but cursed, "What's the Black Star? Isn't this the 750 foreign trade version? I thought it would be unrecognizable if it was renamed?"
Complaints are complaints, but Fei Jingting couldn't help but feel happy. He is a car fan, and he likes cars and motorcycles. He used to rent a car with others and go to the racing track to have fun. Later, he found that the circle was not very popular.
Yes, I didn’t go there again.
This motorcycle is completely black, and it is fun to look at it. It must be very cool to drive out. Unfortunately, for the time being, I can only think about it. There are not many motorcycles running in Jinmen now, and they are all very antique. If Fei Jingting rides a black motorcycle,
If Xing runs out, he is sure to attract foreign devils to covet him.
There was a lot going on today, so Fei Jingting got up and washed up. After having breakfast with Fu Yunzhao, Fei Jingting went out early. He went to the courtyard first and weighed one kilogram of medicinal powder on the scale in the room.
It just so happened that Ni Qiufeng went out early in the morning and Fei Jingting didn't meet him, which made him relieved. But he met the grumbling Li Zhizhang, who complained a lot, saying that his salary had not increased much after he was promoted to inspector.
, a lot of bad things, in short, it is all kinds of Versailles.
Fei Jingting flattered him very wisely and then left the courtyard.
Follow him to the Longshun.
Mr. Bian told his manager to wait in the pharmacy early in the morning. Fei Jingting handed a kilogram of raw powder to the manager and got a receipt. This was considered a payment in full.
Next, Fei Jingting went to the Bank of Communications in the French Concession.
This Bank of Communications was originally located on Beima Road, but later moved to the French Concession... Domestic banks did not dare to open on the land owned by the Chinese, and had to go to the concession occupied by foreign devils. You can imagine what the situation was like these days.
When he arrived at the place, Fei Jingting took out the check and asked to withdraw it. The bank politely asked him to wait in a private room. After a cup of tea, the manager walked in with two staff members carrying large boxes. When they opened it, there was nothing inside.
Ocean, but neatly stacked silver dollar certificates.
Fei Jingting was a little dumbfounded, and then he realized that the Bank of Communications could issue its own currency these days. The silver dollar certificates it issued ranged in denominations from one yuan to one hundred yuan, with a wide range of types.
How can this happen?
Fei Jingting knew that no matter when the ocean was strong, the silver dollar notes looked like legal tender, and maybe one hundred thousand yuan would not be able to buy a piece of bread in a few years.
When he asked for silver dollars, the manager was embarrassed, saying that there were not that many silver dollars in the bank, and repeatedly emphasized that silver dollar certificates were as useful as the ocean.
Seeing that Fei Jingting was still unwilling to give up, the manager persuaded him again, saying that no bank could give such a big sum of money. If Fei Jingting really didn't want the silver dollar certificates, he could go to other banks with the silver dollar certificates.
Exchange foreign currency.
Exchanging foreign currency... OK, it's better than waiting for the silver dollar notes to become useless paper. So Fei Jingting walked out of the Bank of Communications and went to the Standard Chartered Bank in the public concession. He exchanged 10,000 yuan and the rest in pounds.
. Ninety thousand oceans, after deducting the handling fee, was exchanged for nearly fifteen thousand pounds.
The bank also said that Fei Jingting was lucky to have caught up with the recent appreciation of silver prices, otherwise the 90,000 yuan could be exchanged for 14,000 pounds at most.
After leaving Standard Chartered Bank, Fei Jingting felt mixed. But no matter what, the pound was still strong at least until World War II, so it was regarded as a store of value.
After finishing a lot of chores, it was almost noon.
Fei Jingting found a restaurant to make do with, and then went to the martial arts gym according to the address given by Han Muxia.
Han Muxia's martial arts gym is located at No. 15, Baoxing Lane, Yuwei Road, North Hebei Province. When we got there, we saw that this martial arts gym is really a martial arts gym. There are four big characters on the plaque "Martial Arts Specialized Gym". If you look closely, it is written by Li Yuanhong.
Yes, it's signed below.
I raised my feet and entered the door, but no one was blocking me. Once inside, I realized that this place was originally a courtyard. After entering the screen door, I could hear the constant shouting in the inner courtyard.
Seeing Fei Jingting coming in from the second door, a young man came up to him and asked, "Is this gentleman planning to learn martial arts?"
Fei Jingting said: "I'm looking for Master Han."
"Then please wait a moment."
The young man ran to find Han Muxia, and soon he came.
Seeing that the person coming was Fei Jingting, Han Muxia smiled and said, "Mr. Fei is indeed a trustworthy person. He comes as he says. Yesterday, I thought Mr. Fei's words were just polite words."
"Hello, Master Han. I don't have many good qualities. Keeping my promises is a rare good thing."
"Hahaha, Mr. Fei invites you inside, and we'll drink tea and talk."
Han Muxia led Fei Jingting into the living room of the main room, and saw a portrait of Bodhidharma in the middle, a Bodhidharma sword underneath, and couplets on the left and right: "There is dragon energy in the sword box" and "Wine Cup"
Everyone else is a Confucian scholar."
If you look at this couplet, you will know that Han Muxia is by no means a simple martial artist.