After a night of careful consideration, Yan Bing finally put together a short list of candidates for his first leadership team...
Why is it called a candidate list?
Because she has no idea whether the candidates for this team are reliable or capable of doing things...
If it's a mule or a horse, you'll know if it's out for a stroll!
With this mentality, Yan Bing simply found them all in turn and assigned a task to each of them, and screened them directly based on the results!
Okay, let’s continue to let them do it!
No, hurry back to the mansion as soon as possible, whether you want to go shopping or enjoy the autumn breeze in the yard, it’s up to them, as long as it doesn’t cause trouble for you!
Target number one!
The Third Lady, Wang Wenmiao
Target number two!
First disciple, Wang Wensheng
Target number three!
Second disciple, Zhao Cheng
Yan Bing called the three of them into his room and said straight to the point: "I want to build the first nine-year school in Tongshun City..."
"School? Husband...what is...school?"
Facing Wen Miao, who looked confused, Yan Bing just smiled and did not rush to answer. He turned to look at Zhao Cheng and Wen Sheng, and asked with a smile: "Can you two guess what school is?"
"Is this what Master said before, allowing poor children to attend a private school for free without spending a penny!??" Zhao Cheng was the first to stand up, with excitement written on his face. After all, this dream has been around since Yan Bing
After I told him about it, it stayed in his heart. It had already taken root and sprouted, just waiting for spring to bloom!
Now that Master has actually said it, it is obviously time for the flowers to bloom!
Yan Bing smiled and nodded, turned to look at Wang Wensheng who looked melancholy, and comforted him softly: "It's normal for you not to guess. I only mentioned it to your junior brother once by chance, and never told you.
Pass……"
Vincent scratched his head and chuckled, seeming to feel a lot more relieved.
"But..." Yan Bing still looked at Vincent unblinkingly and continued: "Only if you come forward can this matter be accomplished quickly!"
"Me??" Little Vincent pointed to his nose, with a puzzled look on his face...
"Yes! It's you! His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince..." After saying that, a smirk gradually appeared on the corner of Yan Bing's mouth...
"You all know that I have been running out of money just to support these soldiers and craftsmen recently, so if I want to build a school, where will the money come from... is the biggest problem, but for you, this is not a problem.
problem……"
"I understand! I will go back and pawn all the valuables I brought out of the palace! As well as the calligraphy and paintings, ancient books, and rare treasures that I collected before, everything can be sold for a high price! Master, don't worry...
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"I'm so worried...!!" Yan Bing put away the smile on his face, stood up as soon as he slapped the table, walked up and stabbed little Vincent in the head!
"Who told you to treat it as something! Besides, even if you dare to sell the things you brought out from the palace, someone must dare to take them!! You idiot!!"
Vincent hurriedly covered his forehead and backed away, then looked at her and asked timidly: "Then... what does master mean? Master, please clarify..."
Yan Bing sighed slowly, clasped his little hands behind his back, straightened his back and continued: "We will arrange a banquet for the Master's Association. The people invited... are also well-known local wealthy businessmen. When you introduce me... I will let you
Your second wife will go with you. I believe that appearing at the banquet in your capacity will make them feel honored and at a loss. I will leave all the specific negotiation matters to your second wife!" www.81zw.?
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"Oh! Disciple understands! Master wants to raise funds!!"
"Oh! You guessed it! Why did you say it!? It's so embarrassing..." Yan Bing flicked his sleeve angrily, scaring Wen Sheng into thinking that the master was going to hit him again, so he hurriedly took a few steps back...
Wen Miao on the side covered her mouth and smiled when she saw this, then raised her head to look at Yan Bing, and asked softly: "Why did your husband call me here...?"
"You...?" Yan Bing turned to look at Wen Miao, walked towards her slowly, patted her shoulder with his small hand and said in a deep voice: "I want you... to be the principal of this first school!
Wen Sheng and Zhao Cheng also serve as literature class teachers.
Your first batch of teachers, math, physics, nature, chemistry, they all learned a lot from me, enough to teach these children. As for the teaching materials, the three of you will discuss them and compile them later.
Yingxianyuan rushed to make it together."
After Yan Bing finished speaking, his face was filled with pride...
After hearing this, Wen Miao's face was filled with confusion...
"What is a principal? What is a teacher? What is physics and chemistry? Husband, although I want to help you share your worries, I don't understand what you are saying... I'm afraid..."
"You don't have to be afraid! With your intelligence... you will learn it very quickly. You will definitely be the best and most competent principal in the world! My husband believes in you! You will definitely be able to do it!" Yan Bing said with a look on his face.
Looking at Wen Miao confidently, the little hand holding her shoulder also added a little more strength and squeezed her thin shoulder gently, trying to help her strengthen her confidence in herself...
Wen Miao slowly raised his head to look at Yan Bing's trusting eyes, then lowered his head and thought about it. After a moment, he nodded gently... and agreed...
Yan Bing immediately smiled with joy,
The first task! Completed!
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"Xue Kui! Xue Kui!" Yan Bing shouted Xue Kui's name as he slowly opened the door and walked into her embroidery room... But she was not seen in the room, leaving only medicine powder all over the room.
The smell mixed with the aroma of wine in the corner, which made Yan Bing cough for a while, and he quickly raised his sleeves and fanned in the air...
"Where did they go again...?" Yan Bing frowned and muttered, and when she turned around, two huge "peaks" directly blurred her face, making it difficult to breathe...
"You little girl, you are thinking of our family, right...? Hiccup! Don't think I don't know. In the past few days, first Wen Miao and then Lingyue, you have been with us enough! Only our family
I’ve been left behind...Have you mastered "Kung Fu" and become tired of our family? You...a heartless...woman...hehehehe..."
"Our family!? How much have you drunk again!? Let go quickly! I can't breathe!" Yan Bing half-pushed and half-shoved the ground, finally breaking free from her bear hug, and gasped quickly.
His breath gradually relaxed...
I saw Xue Kui swaying from side to side, and said with a silly smile at her: "Not much, not much... We only drank half of the jar... only half the jar! Hehehehe..."
"Half a jar!? Isn't that just two and a half kilograms!? You've changed the title and you can't say much!" Yan Bing rolled his eyes at her angrily and hurriedly stepped forward to help her to the bed...
But Xue Kui took the opportunity to hug her onto the embroidery bed... Yan Bing was about to struggle when he heard Xue Kui say softly with a slightly crying tone: "You haven't been with our family for a long time... Don't leave tonight.
...Okay..." As she spoke, two lines of clear tears dripped down her cheeks, slowly wetting the cotton pillow under her head...
When Yan Bing saw this, his heart softened instantly...
He quickly explained: "I didn't mean to neglect you... You also know... Wen Miao just lost her father, so I naturally spent more time with her... As for Ling Yue..." But before Yan Bing could finish speaking,
Xue Kui in front of her was already snoring softly...
Yan Bing could only smile bitterly, raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face, and smoothed her slightly messy green hair, then lifted the quilt under his feet and covered the two of them...
