Jun Jiuling

ticket number?

Old lady Fang opened her eyes from the rocking chair.

"What is she going to do?" Fang Jinxiu's voice came from inside, and someone came out accompanied by the sound of the beaded curtain being brushed, "It's not enough to trouble people all day long, do you want to trouble our family's business again?"

"Why, Zhenzhen doesn't like business the most," Mrs. Fang said.

A self-respecting and noble official lady, she hates the Fang family's business for bringing her identity down.

Fang Jinxiu snorted.

"So what does she want to do?" she said.

Miss Jun didn't ask the manager of the ticket number on purpose, she met the manager by accident.

After being bored in the yard for a day, she came out to walk around. She walked all the way from her residence, but she didn't see a single servant girl. She didn't know if she didn't arrange someone to serve her or she hid when she saw her.

It should be the latter.

When Miss Jun approached the second gate, she saw two or three servants running with brooms behind the flower wall.

"Even if they ran fast, they didn't hinder the young lady's eyes." Liu'er snorted.

Miss Jun laughed.

This child doesn't look like a lady in the boudoir of an official family, she is simply a playboy that everyone avoids.

"However, miss, what else do you want to ask?" Liu'er thought again, "I'll call them out and ask the Fang family to find out what other dirty things are hidden."

Miss Jun shook her head to stop.

There is nothing to ask about the Fang family's affairs, one curse and one misfortune on a man has made her aware of the Fang family's situation.

At this time, they had already reached the outer courtyard, and saw a white and fat man being led in by the servants, and the servants, servants and girls on the way were all respectful.

The old, middle-aged and young men of the Fang family have died. The only male in the family is a paralyzed man. The brothers were all driven back to Shandong. The old lady Cao’s natal family is probably not close because of the calculation of the property dispute. Who is the man who came to the door? ?

Miss Jun just asked casually, and Liu'er took a chicken feather as an arrow and called him over.

This nearly fifty-year-old steward surnamed Gao is not the steward of the family, but the steward of the bank.

"What's Miss Jun's order?" He asked respectfully. He obviously knew Miss Jun's rules in the Fang family.

Miss Jun originally had nothing to ask, but when she heard him say that De Shengchang was in charge, she changed her mind.

"Is there Deshengchang bank in both the north and the south?" she asked.

It's different from everyone's rumors that Miss Jun would actually be involved in business. The senior executives thought about it, but naturally they didn't show it on the surface.

"Yes." He replied respectfully and carefully, "The ticket number is for the convenience of business, so wherever the business can be done, we...our ticket number will go there."

After all, it was the first time the executive saw Miss Jun, and he almost made a mistake.

Although many people would like to become us with Deshengchang, Miss Jun definitely doesn't want to. If you talk about us with her, you might be spit on.

Miss Jun seemed thoughtful and didn't notice his little slip of the tongue.

"Then the capital also has them?" she asked.

"Of course there are also in the capital." The executive said with a smile.

He didn't dare to look directly at the young lady, his eyes were half down, just in time to see the young lady's hands in front of him, the hands were blocked by the wide sleeves, so he couldn't see the inner movements, and he could hear the young lady's soft and tender touch. Falling with a somewhat curious voice.

"Jingcheng, is there anything interesting recently?"

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The two maids stopped, and the welcoming maid pointed in one direction.

"Miss Jun and senior officials are in the pavilion," she said in a low voice.

There is a small garden at the partition between the outer courtyard and the inner courtyard, and a shallow water was drawn to build a small pavilion with flowers, grass, birds and fish. But now it is winter, and the flowers, grass, birds, and fish are not there, so the small pavilion is arranged as a warm pavilion. Encircle and burn the ground dragon for the attendants of the guests who are waiting for a reply to rest.

At this time, Miss Jun and the senior executives were sitting in front of each other and talking.

"Oh, I read that right, Miss Jun is smiling." A servant woman said with a surprised expression.

In the past, Miss Jun didn't bother to take a look at the Fang family. The senior manager, the manager of an outside bank, was even more contemptible in her eyes.

"The high-ranking officer is very capable. He actually made Miss Jun so happy." Another servant woman said.

The two continued to walk towards this side quickly.

The executive reached out to pick up the tea on the low table and moistened his throat.

"And then?" Liu'er, who was standing behind Miss Jun, hurriedly asked, "Did they really write it?"

The executive took a sip of tea.

"I've written it. Here are four scholars." He smiled, "I wrote a full two-page note about the butcher's joy around the stove on a snowy night."

Liu'er giggled and poohed again.

"It's degrading," she said.

"Selling sour essays." Miss Jun said with a smile, "Everyone has their own fun."

"Miss is right, that's the title." The executive complimented, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

This Miss Jun was right about what people in the capital called this kind of thing, and she didn't make such a fuss like the little girl, she seemed to know it.

Miss Jun likes to hang out with ladies from official families in the city, probably because of what they say.

"Any other strange things?" Miss Jun asked, reaching out to pick up the teacup, holding it tightly, with a little casualness, "For example, what's new in the palace?"

In the palace?

These ladies probably also like to talk about royal affairs when they get together, but the emperor who has only been on the throne for three years is not allowed to talk about it casually because of some secret matters involved.

This Miss Jun is also a brainless person, so she has caused a lot of trouble.

Senior executives make a thoughtful look

"There's nothing new about the imperial court." He acted as if he couldn't think of it, "It's the officials who come and go anyway, we don't care about those in business, and the officials don't deal with us."

It is difficult for those who do business not to deal with officials.

Miss Jun pursed her lips and took a sip of tea, but did not break the words of the senior executive.

"The Huai Palace..." she said slowly.

Before the words were finished, the senior executive couldn't help shaking his hands, and the teacup was put down on the low table. Fortunately, the tea had already been drunk without spilling a piece of it.

Miss Jun stopped talking, and the two servants also stood outside the pavilion.

"Miss Jun, the old lady is waiting for the senior management to reconcile the account." A servant woman said.

The senior executive got up hurriedly.

"Miss Jun, look, I'll go talk to the old lady first." He said with a smile.

Miss Jun nodded with a smile.

"It's important, you go." She said.

A look of surprise flashed across the faces of the maid and the senior executive, but they walked away without saying a word and saluting.

After walking out for a while, the senior executive couldn't help but turn around and saw that Miss Jun was still sitting in the pavilion.

"Miss Jun has a good temper." He couldn't help but say.

The two maids snorted.

"You've only met a few times." They said angrily.

The senior officer laughed.

"Although it is said that people's hearts can be seen over time, some people know their temperament immediately after meeting them." He said, "Not to mention anything else, Miss Jun is very calm."

Calm?

If you are really calm, you won't do the trick of hanging yourself.

The servants sniffed.

"If you're not in front of Miss Jun, you don't need to be nice." They said, "Hurry up, the old lady and the eldest lady are waiting for you."

Mrs. Fang was waiting for the executive to talk about business, but the first thing the people in the room asked was what Miss Jun had said to him.

The executive recounted the conversation between the two carefully.

"Listen to rare things in the capital?" Mrs. Fang said, looking at Mrs. Fang, "Is it too boring at home?"

Old Madam Fang frowned, and Fang Jinxiu, who was standing beside her, snorted.

"It's all like this, and I plan to show off in front of those ladies." She said, "I really gave in to her face."

The young officials and ladies in Yangcheng have nothing to do, and not many of them really understand poetry and painting. When they gather together, they say they are talking about poetry and painting, but in fact, most of them are talking about the world. To be the first in everything, you must inquire more about things to talk about, so as not to fail to catch up with other people's words.

"If she really wants to go out again, it means she really wants to get away." Mrs. Fang said, "It's a good thing, it's better than being depressed for the rest of my life."

Fang Yuxiu also nodded.

"That's right, Miss Jun is so able to afford and let go, I respect you." She said in a soft voice.

Fang Yunxiu laughed, but quickly held back, and punched her with his arm.

Old lady Fang opened her eyes and saw that the senior executive was hesitating to speak.

"What else did she ask?" she asked.

The executive took a look into the room, and Mrs. Fang understood that she had asked the maid to go down with the girls.

"It's not surprising that young ladies like to talk about new things." The executive said after some consideration, "It's just that there are some things that you can talk about and some things you can't talk about. .”

"Second Master Gao, just tell us what you have to say, and you don't need to teach us a lesson." Fang Jinxiu said, "What did she ask that shouldn't be asked?"

"I think the interesting things that Miss Jun wants to ask are not just about the capital, but about the royal family." The executive said, with a serious expression on his always smiling face, "Boss, you too You know, things about the royal family are not something that can be talked about as fun."

The emperor of the Zhou Dynasty who has been in power for a hundred years and who has passed on the great tradition to this day is the first prince to replace a prince with heirs. Three years ago, he was killed by a royal guard outside the gate of the palace and discussed royal affairs. clean.