Chapter 18

Ticket number?

Mrs. Fang opened her eyes from the rocking chair.

"What is she doing?" Fang Jinxiu's voice came from the inside and came out with the sound of brushing the bead curtain. "It's not enough to toss people all day. Do you want to toss our family's business?"

"How come, pastor? She doesn't like business at all." Mrs. Fang said.

The self righteous official lady hates the Fang family's business, which hinders her identity.

Fang Jinxiu snorted.

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

Miss Jun didn't specifically ask the steward of the ticket number. She came across the steward inadvertently.

She was bored in the yard for a day and then came out and walked around. She didn't see a servant girl all the way from her residence. I don't know whether she didn't arrange someone to serve or hid when she saw her.

It should be the latter.

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

"They run fast and don't hinder the young lady's eyes." Liu Er snorted.

Miss Jun lost her smile.

This child, who looks like a lady in the boudoir of an official family, is simply a dandy whom individuals avoid.

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

Miss Jun shook her head to stop.

There is nothing to ask about the Fang family. A curse and a man's misfortune have made her know the situation of the Fang family.

At this time, they had gone to the outer yard and saw a white and fat man being led in by the servant woman. The little boys, servants and girls on the road were respectful.

Three generations of young, middle-aged and old men of the Fang family have died. The only man in the family is a paralytic. All the brothers were driven back to Shandong. The old lady Cao's mother's house is estimated not to be close because of the original dispute over production. Who is the man who comes here?

Miss Jun asked casually, while liu'er called people directly with chicken feathers as an arrow.

The steward surnamed Gao, who is nearly 50 years old, is not the steward of the family, but the steward of the ticket number.

"What can I do for you, Miss Jun?" He asked respectfully. Obviously, he also knew Miss Jun's rules in the Fang family. He didn't call Miss table, but also called Miss Jun like his family.

Miss Jun had nothing to ask, but when she heard that he said he was in charge of Deshengchang, she changed her mind again.

"Deshengchang ticket number is available in both north and south?" She asked.

It's different from what you said that Miss Jun would interfere with the business. It's natural that the executives don't show it when they think of it.

"Yes." He respectfully and carefully replied, "the ticket number is for the convenience of trade, so where the business can be done, we... Our ticket number will be opened."

The first time I saw Miss Jun, I almost missed the rules.

Although many people are eager to become us with Desheng Changcheng, Miss Jun certainly doesn't want to. If she talks about us with her, she may be spit on her face.

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

"Is there one in the capital?" She asked.

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

He didn't dare to look at the young lady directly. His eyes were half hung. He just saw the young lady's hands in front of him. His hands were blocked by her wide sleeves. He couldn't see the inner movement. He heard the young lady's soft and curious voice fall.

"Capital, is there anything interesting recently?"

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The two servants stopped, and the ushered servant reached out and pointed in one direction.

"Miss Jun and senior executives are in the pavilion." She whispered.

There is a small garden view at the partition between the outer yard and the inner yard, which leads a shallow water. A small pavilion is built with flowers, plants, birds and fish. But now it is winter, and the flowers, plants, birds and fish are not there. The small pavilion is arranged as a warm Pavilion, fenced and burned earth dragons for the attendants waiting for a reply.

At this time, Miss Jun and the senior management are sitting opposite and talking.

"Oh, I'm right. Miss Jun is laughing." Said one of the servants, looking surprised.

Miss Jun went to see the people of the Fang family and didn't bother to take a more look. The manager of the outer ticket number is even more humble in her eyes.

"The senior management is very capable. It makes Miss Jun so happy." Said another servant woman.

They continued to walk towards this side.

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

"And then?" Liu Er, standing behind Miss Jun, hurriedly asked, "have they really written?"

The executive took a sip of tea.

"Yes, there are four scholars." He said with a smile, "he wrote two full pages, and the secretary wrote down the pleasure of the pig butcher in the snowy night."

Liu Er giggled and Pooh again.

"What a shame." She said.

"Sell sour Wen." Miss Jun said with a smile, "each has his own pleasure."

"Miss is right. That's the name." The executive complimented, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Miss Jun was right about what people in Beijing call this kind of thing, and she didn't make a fuss like a little girl. It seems that she knows it.

Miss Jun likes to associate with the ladies of the official families in the city. Maybe she listens to them.

"What else is strange?" Miss Jun asked, reaching out to pick up the tea cup, holding it tightly, with a little carelessness, "for example, what's new in the palace?"

In the palace?

These ladies probably like to talk about the royal family when they get together, but the emperor who has only ascended the throne for three years is not free to talk about some secret things.

Miss Jun is another one who lacks a string in her head and has caused a lot of trouble.

The senior management made a thoughtful appearance about the matter

"What's new about the imperial court?" He looked like he couldn't think of it. "It's the officials who come and go. We don't care about those in business, and the official doesn't deal with us."

It's hard for business people not to deal with officials.

Miss Jun sipped her mouth and took a sip of tea. She didn't break the words of steward Gao.

"Prince Huai's residence..." She said slowly.

Before the words fell, the senior executives shook their hands, and the tea cup was placed on the short table. Fortunately, the tea had been drunk without spilling a piece.

Miss Jun's words stopped, and the two servants stood outside the pavilion.

"Miss Jun, the old lady is waiting for steward Gao to check." Said a servant woman.

He got up in a hurry.

"Miss Jun, you see, I'll go back to the old lady first." He said with a smile.

Miss Jun nodded with a smile.

"Business matters, you go." She said.

The servant woman and the senior manager flashed a trace of surprise on their faces, but did not speak any more and walked away.

After going out for a while, the senior executive couldn't help looking back and saw that Miss Jun was still sitting in the pavilion.

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

The two servants snorted.

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

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"Although it is said that people will see people's hearts for a long time, some people know what their temperament is like when they see them." He said, "apart from anything else, Miss Jun is very calm."

Calm?

If you were really calm, you wouldn't hang yourself.

The servants sniffed.

"I'm not in front of Miss Jun. there's no need to be obedient." They said, "hurry up, the old lady and the old lady are waiting for you."

Mrs. Fang was supposed to talk about business when she waited for the executive, but now the first question in the room is what Miss Jun said to him.

The senior manager repeated the conversation carefully.

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

Old lady Fang frowned and Fang Jinxiu, who was standing by, hummed.

"It's all like this. I'm going to show off in front of those ladies." She said, "I'm really impressed by her face."

Young officials in Yangcheng have nothing to do. They don't really know much about poetry and painting. When they get together, they say they are talking about poetry and painting. In fact, most of them are talking about heaven and earth. Miss Jun has always been unwilling to be behind others. She is determined to be the first in everything. She must ask more about money, so as not to miss others.

"If she really goes out again, it means she really wants to open up." Mrs. Fang said, "this is a good thing. It's better to be depressed all your life."

Fang Yuxiu also nodded.

"Yes, Miss Jun can afford to put it down so much. It should be respected by our generation." She whispered.

Fang Yunxiu laughed and held back, pestling her with her arm.

Mrs. Fang opened her eyes and saw that the executives wanted to stop talking.

"What else did she ask?" She asked.

The senior manager looked into the room, and Mrs. Fang understood that she asked the servant woman and the girl to go down.

"It's not surprising that young ladies like to talk about new things." The senior executive thought it over and said, "it's just that some things can be talked about, some things can't be talked about, young people don't know how to be measured, and it's too late to regret being caught."

"Senior two, you have something to say. Don't teach us a lesson." Fang Jinxiu said, "what shouldn't she ask?"

"I think the interesting things Miss Jun wants to ask are not just the interesting things in the capital. In fact, what she wants to ask is royal." The senior executive said, and a little solemnity also appeared on his smiling face. "Big boss, you know, now the Royal business can't be talked about as fun."

The emperor of the great Zhou Dynasty, who has inherited the great unification for a hundred years, is the first prince to replace the prince with children. Three years ago, the ministers who were killed by the royal guards' staff outside the palace gate to discuss Royal affairs have not washed the blood on the ground.