Chapter 320 The power of the big family and the rampant two kings [two in one, please subscribe]

Fan Muye pressed his forehead and looked at the letter in front of him. The irritation in his heart was about to burst out.

There are always some people who are looking for death and want to die all the time.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a pair of red phoenix eyes filled with a little awe.

"Since they want to die so much, then I will give them this chance."

"Here comes someone."

A servant hurriedly walked in from outside the room, with a respectful look on his face.

"gentlemen."

Fan Muye clicked on the letter in his hand and said softly: "Since those people in Pianjia are not willing to rely on us anymore, then let them fend for themselves."

"Tell the accountant that starting from today, no money is allowed to be paid to the partial family."

"If he dares to show even half of the money, I will kill him!"

The boy lowered his head and just responded: "Here."

He stood there bent over, waiting for Fan Muye's other instructions, while Fan Muye just leaned slightly on the chair behind him.

"Besides, go tell the old man."

"Let him be less crooked. If you want to continue to live a good life, don't always think about using my money to subsidize other people."

Having said this, Fan Muye remained silent for a while and then said: "Of course I understand filial piety."

"So I won't do anything to him."

"But he used my money to subsidize other people, so I chopped off that hot finger."

"Let them become one."

When the boy heard such terrifying words, he just nodded slightly without any reaction.

Fan Muye waved slightly and let the boy go down.

He leaned back on the chair, looking tired.

After taking care of things at home, he still had to take care of things at the Publishing Department.

Fan Muye looked at the map of Kanyu in his hand with some thoughts in his eyes.

The establishment of the Publishing House was not that simple. He heard it from Chen Ke's previous words.

This is a different institution than some of the previous institutions.

This organization can actually be divided into two parts, one of which will be the "Publication Department" in the future, and the other part is the "profit" of their "Fan family".

The main body of the Publication Administration must be an organization that integrates printing and review. This organization must and can only belong to the imperial court and Penglaizhou.

But in another place, it's different.

That was a separate place for "printing" books. He had heard rumors about Governor Chen establishing the "Penglaizhou No. 1 Porcelain Manufacturing Office" and other institutions.

As far as he knows, these institutions are "for-profit" in nature.

Although they still belong to the imperial court organizations, and the leaders of these "establishment agencies" must be assessed and appointed by the imperial court, they are different from the imperial court organizations.

Equivalent to half of the imperial court.

More similar to "merchants", only "merchants" have royal and imperial backgrounds.

Perhaps "imperial merchant" is a more appropriate description.

Fan Muye tapped his hands slightly on the table, and the look in his eyes was also erratic.

He didn't know how far he could go to escape that person's eyes.

In other words, it's not about escaping, but about walking to an angle that the person raised deliberately cannot see.

If the water is clear, there will be no fish. This is a truth that everyone knows.

Fan Muye knew on the first day he cooperated with Chen Ke that the governor also knew this truth.

Therefore, there must be a bottom line and passing line.

The bottom line must never be violated, and you cannot even get close to it, because if you get close to ancient times, you will really die, and it will be the death of the nine tribes involved.

This is not something that can be solved by being punished with three drinks and making an example next time.

Fan Muye prefers to regard the "passing line" as the bottom line. He can repeatedly test around the passing line, but he must not take a step closer to the "bottom line".

He still knows who is more important, life or money.

Especially if you are really going to die.

He knew this, Chen Ke also knew it, and His Majesty the First Emperor knew it even more.

The tacit premise is that everyone knows that His Majesty the First Emperor can really kill people, Governor Chen can really kill people, and he will not look at anyone's face.

Even the descendants of the clan were killed without fail.

Only majesty can create trust, decisiveness in killing, and politics that does not allow the law to be tainted by the slightest trace of human feelings and sophistication are the means by which the First Emperor suppressed the world.

Fan Muye drew outlines on the map and finally exhaled.

"Whether the Fan family can take advantage of this trend and rise up depends on the fate of the Fan family."

"As the leader of the clan, I have done everything I can."

He pressed his brow, pressing it slightly, to relieve the pressure on his head and the corners of his eyes that were slightly dizzy.

Penglaizhou entrance

A notice was posted at the door again, and the attentive person immediately noticed that this notice was different from the previous one.

This time the notice has a green border; the previous notices representing state announcements were all white.

The leading scholar also looked confused: "May I ask why this notice is different from the previous ones?"

The person who put up the notice smiled and then said: "This is to distinguish between different institutions;"

"For example, His Majesty's Holy Order is a paper notice headed by black, and the one at the state level is white. Now this is an order from a department within the state, and it is bordered by cyan."

This was when people suddenly realized what was written on the paper.

After reading it, everyone was a little surprised.

"this"

"This publishing office is actually recruiting people?"

"You don't need to pass the essay contest to enter?"

The person who put up the notice said with a smile: "Yes, the people recruited this time are not included in the official system, but they are still half-minor officials."

"He's someone hired by the imperial court."

"Wages and benefits are guaranteed."

"But there are conditions."

He pointed at the announcement and said: "Please take a look at this. When we recruit people for the Publishing Department this time, they must know more than half of the characters in the "Thousand-Character Classic"."

"And this is only the first round of review, there will be other reviews later."

"If you want to sign up, you should hurry up."

News like this spread throughout Penglai Province. Of course, it was not only the imperial court that was recruiting people, but also the Fan family.

It's just that most of the people the Fan family recruits are from within themselves.

As for the requirements, they are consistent with the requirements outside.

This can be regarded as a convenience given to Fan Muye by Chen Ke.

It's not particularly convenient.

The news about the Publishing Department quickly spread throughout Penglai Continent, and even the people who farmed the land knew something about it.

After all, this recruitment does not restrict those who can participate in the literary competition, which shows that everyone has a chance.

Since Chen Ke arrived, the sale of loose pages of paper such as "Thousand Character Classics" began in Penglaizhou.

With the land and income in hand, the leaders of Guizhou would not miss the opportunity to learn literacy. Therefore, there are not many people who have mastered more than half of the thousand-character text.

And because this person was hired by the imperial court, he could be considered half a member of the imperial court, so there were a lot of people involved.

They all regard this as a matter of honoring their ancestors.

Governor's Palace

Chen Ke sat on the recliner, looking at Erlang's legs, blowing the autumn wind in the distance, and the sound of bells echoed in his ears.

The music of silk and bamboo pipes was endless, and for a moment I felt like I was in heaven.

Footsteps sounded in the courtyard, and Fusu walked in silently, with a bit of rigor in his expression.

"Teacher, it's time for us to set off."
To be continued...