() Wen Tiren saw that Emperor Chongzhen sent him. It turned out that Zhongxing Bo wanted to ask about public opinion guidance. He smiled and said to Zhong Jinwei: "I have asked the Secretary of the Jiaofang Fengluan to handle this matter, just because I am busy with political affairs.
, I haven’t asked about this matter yet, so I don’t know how it is progressing.”
"Jiaofangsi? Fengluan?" Zhong Jinwei didn't understand. It seemed that Jiaofangsi was a government-run hospital and he didn't know what Fengluan was.
"The Jiaofangsi is the place where music and dance are under the Ministry of Rites, which is similar to what Zhongxing Bo said about opera, song and dance guiding public opinion. Fengluan is the chief officer of the Jiaofangsi, the ninth rank." Wen Tiren knew the origin of Zhong Jinwei,
Seeing that he didn't understand, I explained it in detail.
"Your Majesty, the matter of public opinion guidance is of great importance. I would like to ask in person to see how it is going." After listening to Wen Tiren's explanation, Zhong Jinwei turned to Emperor Chongzhen and said.
"How to deal with the cement matter? Do you need to personally supervise it?" Emperor Chongzhen still cared about cement.
"It will take about ten days for the new kiln over there to be put into use. It is just being built now, and I have nothing to do if I stay there." Zhong Jinwei told Emperor Chongzhen that he would go over to observe the guidance of public opinion now and it would not affect the official business.
"Moreover, the guidance of public opinion is really very important. Your Majesty may not have seen the importance of controlling public opinion, but I have." Zhong Jinwei emphasized again. The ten years of catastrophe was not just because there was only one voice.
"Okay, since Master Zhong is so concerned, let's go over and have a look." Emperor Chongzhen saw that Zhong Jinwei was so persistent, so he had no choice but to agree and let Master Zhong go and rest.
After Zhong Jinwei heard Emperor Chongzhen's promise, he wanted to say goodbye and leave. Unexpectedly, he was stopped by Emperor Chongzhen: "Master Zhong, Shuntian Mansion discovered the remaining horse thieves who assassinated you, and they were poisoned in a remote place. There are also people in Dongchang.
We have found clues about the person behind the group of horse thieves, and we are currently conducting an undercover investigation. When we get the evidence, I will definitely give you an explanation."
Emperor Chongzhen didn't say anything, but Zhong Jinwei was so busy that he almost forgot about it. Now that he heard that there was something interesting, he was naturally happy. He told Emperor Chongzhen not to be in a hurry, don't wrongfully accuse good people, and investigate slowly, and then settle the accounts after getting the evidence.
Let’s do things first.
Zhong Jinwei is not stupid. Since Emperor Chongzhen did not tell him, there must be a reason. He cannot be forced to tell him about the suspects he discovered.
Zhong Jinwei didn't know the way to Jiaofangsi, but the Dongchang fan who was guarding him naturally knew the way and took him there.
Zhong Jinwei was walking on the road, and he suddenly felt a little expectant in his heart. Is there a lot of beauties in this government-run hospital? There are a lot of beautiful women. He must be calm and must not get drunk, otherwise he will be sorry for Archie.
After arriving at the Jiaofangsi, Zhong Jinwei was a little disappointed. It was different from what he saw on TV. There was no one standing at the door to receive guests, and he didn't see a bunch of beauties standing there. It was no different from an ordinary Yamen.
After explaining the purpose of the visit to the doorman, he was led to Fengluan's office. On the way, he didn't see any girls posing, but he only heard the sound of singing, dancing and music.
Fengluan was at work. Hearing that Uncle Zhongxing had been ordered to inspect, he hurried over to greet him. As soon as he arrived at the door of the office, Zhong Jinwei arrived. Fengluan said to Zhong Jinwei: "Fengluan Wen Yuren, Secretary of Xiaguan Educational Workshop, see you.
Pass Zhongxingbo."
Zhong Jinwei was stunned when he heard this, "Wen Yuren? This is just the same word as Wen Tiren, they can't be brothers."
Zhong Jinwei did not dare to confirm this, because in his previous workplace, there were two colleagues named Wang Huansheng and Wang Huansheng. The last two words also imply promotion and wealth. But these two colleagues have no relationship at all. It's just a coincidence in the name.
Zhong Jinwei tentatively asked the slightly white-haired Feng Luan: "What is your relationship with Mr. Wen Ge?"
"It's my brother." Wen Yuren said with a little pride.
When Zhong Jinwei heard this, he realized that Feng Luan was Wen Yuren's younger brother. He had never heard of it. However, he regarded Wen Yuren as a kind comrade in his heart.
After Wen Yuren finished speaking, he let Zhong Jinwei into the office, asked him to sit down, and served tea.
Zhong Jinwei saw that Wen Yuren's office was quite frugal and did not give him a luxurious feeling. It had only one notable feature: there were many musical instruments on display and hanging.
Zhong Jinwei was more curious about Wen Yuren. While drinking the freshly brewed hot tea, he asked Wen Yuren: "You and Mr. Wen Ge are brothers. Why is it that he is already Mr. Ge, and you are only nine..."
Zhong Jinwei suddenly felt that his question was a bit hurtful and stopped immediately.
But Wen Yuren had already heard what Zhong Jinwei meant, and he didn't mind and said: "The lower official is not as good as my elder brother. I tried several times and failed to pass the Jinshi exam, so I gave up. Because I have some experience in folk arts and songs, I stole it from Feng Luan as a judge." Bit."
Zhong Jinwei felt embarrassed, so he changed the subject and said: "Mr. Wen Ge said that he has entrusted you with the guidance of public opinion. I wonder how this matter is going?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Yuren replied: "The official thinks this matter is very meaningful, and is making full arrangements for it. The songs and dances are already being arranged. The official also wants to compile the incident of the refugees and the brutality of the captives into a drama, and let Liyuan perform it."
"Ah, you mean, you are still in preparation and you are not going to appear?" Zhong Jinwei was a little surprised.
"Yes, we have just completed the arrangement and choreography, and are in the process of rehearsing. Regarding the opera, Xiaguan entrusted it to Wu Bing, the deputy envoy of Jiangxi Province, who is on business in Beijing. This person is Xiaguan's old friend, and his level of drama writing is He is much better than his brother, and his works will never disappoint him, and will definitely surprise Zhongxing Bo." Wen Yuren is an art person, and his communication skills are obviously not even the slightest bit worse than his brother's. He didn't listen. He was dissatisfied when he left Zhongjinwei and recommended his friends there. The flowers bloomed.
Zhong Jinwei thought for a moment and said to Wen Yuren: "I want to see the song and dance you arranged."
When Wen Yuren heard this, of course he had no objection, so he called people in to arrange for relevant personnel to perform.
Then he led Zhong Jinwei to a small theater not far away. This place was specially used for performances in Jiaofangsi.
Zhong Jinwei did not go to any box, but sat directly in the bottom row of the stage, waiting to watch the performance.
When the left and right Shao Wu, left and right chiefs of the Jiaofang Division, and the coordination officer heard that the rumored Uncle Zhong Xing came to inspect, they all dropped what they were doing and hurried over. They followed Zhong Jin to the left and right sides of the Wei, so naturally they couldn't be less flattering.
When Wen Yuren saw them, he kicked them all back and stopped working!
"You Shao Wu, how are you doing with the dance I taught you the day before yesterday? Are you ready to perform? What, not yet? Then why are you here?"
"Zuo Si Yue, the pipa you're playing there is so awful. Why don't you go and compose it again? Can you use a few less palace sounds?"
"And you guys, have you helped Wu Tixue coordinate the candidates for the opera? No, if not, hurry up and go!"
"..."
Zhong Jinwei also has a technical background, and was originally a little dissatisfied with the slow progress of Wen Yuren's public opinion guidance work. Now that he sees that he is not afraid of powerful people and devotes himself to his work, he also resonates with him, and his favorability towards Wen Yuren has skyrocketed.
Because of this view, Zhong Jinwei had a tolerant attitude toward all Wen Tiren's words and deeds.
After Wen Yuren finished dealing with these subordinates, he asked a few people behind the stage to perform.
Both the singers and dancers are beautiful girls in their twenties and eighties. The singing voices are as pleasant as the cries of orioles; the dancing figures are graceful and elegant.
The Dongchang fan who was guarding Zhong Jinwei knew that Zhong Xingbo had no airs, so he cheered and applauded Zhong Jinwei behind him.
But Zhong Jinwei always felt that something was missing, and he frowned thinking about what was missing.
Suddenly, he remembered something, turned around and said to the Dongchang fan behind him: "What do you think is good? After listening to this music and watching this dance, will you sympathize with the refugees and donate money?"
The Dongchang officers were stunned when they heard this, and stammered for a while before they said yes, but a few said no.
Zhong Jinwei knew in his heart that the fan who said yes was just afraid of losing impression in front of him, so he said yes.
He found what these songs and dances lacked, which was the audience's sense of immersion. Just like when he read online novels in later generations, novels that lacked a sense of immersion would not allow him to feel the same way, and naturally he would not pay to reward the author.
At this time, the manifestation is that he will not be extremely sympathetic to the refugees and donate his hard-earned money.
When Zhong Jinwei turned around to ask the factory guard, Wen Yuren happened to come from the backstage to accompany him and heard the conversation between Zhong Jinwei and the factory guard.
He was startled. He spent two days arranging this song and dance. He thought it was pretty good!