Chapter 253 Yuan Wudao is full of confusion

On the afternoon of that day, Mr. Zhao, who was refreshed, followed Wen Mianmian to the office building with his whole family's expectations. The moment he got off the car, he was stunned when he saw the long queue in front of the building.

"This is."

"Why did you come?" Before he could say it, Mr. Wei rushed out and pulled Mr. Zhao and walked in. "I came just right, so I was so busy."

After taking two steps, he complained, "I said why did you come alone? Didn't you pick two of your disciples?"

"Old man"

"Forget it, let's talk about it later, it's important to work."

The gate of the small building is busy. Before Mr. Zhao recovers from his senses, he is arranged to work and officially starts to work.

Looking at this busy scene, Wen Mianmian not only did not relax, but felt more pressure. This was a business that wanted to spend all the yellow cows. She felt a little guilty and did not dare to relax at all.

The last member of the personnel recruitment general dared not let someone introduce him at will. She was preparing to sort out all the capable people in the hands of the big yellow cow tonight to see if she could gain something.

Seeing that the sun was still early, I went to the newspaper hall, and then to the training hall that was preparing for the preliminary preparations, and then to the Bole training hall. It was dark when I returned home.

The doorman who had just entered the door came to report that General Zhang had arrived and had been waiting for a long time.

Wen Mianmian dared not be negligent, so she went quickly.

At this time, General Zhang had already spoken to Hua Jingyun, and when he met Wen Mianmian, he also mentioned his purpose for this time.

"The newspaper of missing person notice was published in one issue, but there were too many families who lost their children in Kyoto. With the efforts of the crowd, two children have already found their parents. I wondered whether I could continue to publish it. On the one hand, I also have selfish intentions and want to find clues about the child, and on the other hand, I also give those families who lost their children a hope."

This matter was a bit embarrassing for Wen Mianmian. Manager Lan mentioned this matter earlier, so he said it bluntly, "The reason why there were so many clues last time was that it was novel, and the other was for a bounty."

"It is impossible for the yamen to provide bounties so unlimited. As for newspapers, you also know that the limited locations in newspapers are all calculated as money. After all, there are still so many people who have to spend money everywhere. Therefore, newspapers cannot afford that part of the bounty."

"Without the bounty, the clues are almost gone."

What she said was the fact. After all, the birth of the newspaper was not for charity. Not to mention making money, it is always necessary to guarantee a capital guarantee.

Besides, there are so many kids in Kyoto City that have been losing children for decades. If those families rushed to the newspaper office to help find them for free, she would not be able to hold on even if she had much money.

But General Zhang didn't know so much. He just felt that Hua Jingyun was already rich and powerful. He should contribute to the people by holding a newspaper, rather than being petty about gains and losses.

"If it doesn't work, then I'll pay the silver for the bounty."

This was obviously anger, and Wen Mianmian was not angry. "You always think that the newspaper office has no goods, so you only raise a few people. You have made a lot of money earlier. It's a bit stingy about this matter."

"You know, a newspaper costs only one penny, so do you know how big a piece of paper you can buy when you take a penny to the bookstore?"

Wen Mianmian said the story of her loss again, and then said: "To be honest, the newspaper office has lost money when it opens, and it has only barely remained the same. In order to ensure that there is enough paper and can be printed on time, the newspaper office has also invested a lot, so no one can see it as glamorous as outsiders."

After all, in the eyes of Mr. Zhang, it was still a problem of money, but he still insisted on paying the money himself, but this time he lost his anger.

In desperation, Wen Mianmian could only make a suggestion, "I can let the newspaper publish a missing person notice for free, but I am not responsible for the payment of the bounty. Grandpa Zhang, I am not stingy. You know the bounty hunter. The higher the price, the more the clues you get, the better. If your family comes out, I'm afraid it won't last long."

"I suggest you find a few more families, and everyone will pay the funds together and discuss them together."

"If not, I will still publish it for you for free, but it means that only the information you need can be paid, so that you can increase your investment and the possibility of getting clues is greater."

General Zhang hesitated. He had seen too many people who were in a terrible state during these days because of the loss of children. Naturally, he hoped that everyone could work together and help each other more, but he also had to face reality. He didn't have much time to wait.

"You can increase your price."

This is the last proposal that agreed with Wen Mianmian.

Wen Mianmian nodded and sighed relieved, "We discussed earlier that we would do a special issue to find children, but the printing workshop is no longer able to undertake it. Now the newspaper office is building its own printing workshop. After the smooth operation, I will do this issue."

Only then did the Old General Zhang nodded with relief, and then dragged his somewhat tired body away.

Wen Mianmian sent him to the gate and felt sad when she saw his lonely back. Is this just because she was old and hopeless?

“Am I too selfish?”

Hua Jingyun, who was standing beside her, held her hand tightly, "It's already very good."

Not to mention the world, even if anyone in Kyoto has no difficulties, it is impossible for the newspaper office to help anyone, and the power is still too small.

The two turned back home. What they didn't know was that just after the rockery on the ground where General Zhang had just talked to him, Tong Er was hiding there and listened clearly to their conversation.

"I just told the noble man that we were leaving, and I didn't want to eavesdrop."

Tonger was full of confusion. He felt that it was a bit bad for their master and apprentice to eat noble people recently, and to use noble people, but also hide it from noble people.

"Master, do you think Senior Brother Ming is really the grandson of the Old General Zhang? I know that Old General Zhang has written about him earlier. He is very powerful and miserable. His son died in battle, his daughter died, his wife died, and his only grandson was lost."

“The newspaper said he was a hero.”

Master Yuanwu's face was as deep as water, and the influence of the newspaper was far greater than he imagined. If the bounty was high enough, no one would find anything. General Zhang was a respectable person. He knew but did not say it was against his original intention, but he was afraid that his nephew would not be able to save it. He didn't know when the Taoist temple he was in would be able to see the light again.

If you don't tell me, my nephew will discover the truth one day.

Alas. I can't imagine it.

"We'll leave in two days, please keep your mouth shut."

As he said that, he was about to grind it. Tonger raised his head and asked, "Master, do you want Master to inform me again?"

Master Yuanwu was helpless, "Tonger, that's not what the word "英语" says."

Tonger opened his innocent eyes and felt that his master was just informing him.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!