When almost all the tribe members were confused when they heard Jing Qingfu's simple and rough praise.

But soon, the smart people quickly came to their senses and realized the exquisiteness of Jing Zhengwei's plan.

"I am worthy of being my brother..."

Jing Zhengwu let out a long sigh and showed a convinced smile.

"Tsk."

Jing Zhengfeng picked up the wine bottle and sipped it, glanced at Leyu, and then turned his head away.

Fei Wei pulled Jing Zhengtang and said a few words in a low voice. Jing Zhengtang suddenly realized and gave Leyu a thumbs up: "Fei Wei also thinks you are amazing, brother!"

Only Leyu looked around stupidly for a while, looking at their jealous and obedient expressions, and felt confused.

What do you mean? Why do you all have the expressions of "I realized it"?

What did you think about it? I'm clearly telling jokes to mock you!

"It's worthy of being my good son... Cough cough cough..." Jing Qingfeng sucked two deep mouthfuls of white Xia, and a blush appeared on Cang's old and gloomy face, which made Leyu sigh--Don't look at me with blushing!

Jing Qingfeng's voice was filled with uncontrollable joy: "Only you realize what the real problem our Jing family wants to solve!"

"Zhengwu wants to solve the small number of workers who want to resist, Zhengwei wants to solve all workers, and Zhengtang wants to solve the existing worker employment system... but those are just appearances!"

"From the beginning, I told you that the problem we are facing is that Yinxue will have an objection to the Jing family!"

"Whether workers, riots or systems are, they are not that important. As long as we have the resources, even if we don't retreat, what can those mud legs do?"

"If they want to riot, we will call the army to come and suppress it."

"If they want to negotiate, we buy the division and drag it until they surrender."

"They are going to strike, haha, they are the ones who starve to death!"

"Our Jing family has been in business for so many years. Can we still be overturned by these soft mud legs? They are grass and machines. They are born to strengthen our Jing family and serve our Jing family."

Jing Qingfeng glanced at the other three brothers: "Zhengwu, Zhengwei, Zhengtang, your suggestions are all very good. But what you solved is to make the machine produce faster and more efficiently, and let the grass harvest more obediently - the Jing family has always been able to do these things, but it is just high and low efficiency."

"Only Zhengwei." Jing Qingfeng looked at Le Yu, and the light flashed in his pupils was like the look of 'the old capitalist finally found the darkest heir': "He grasped the key to the problem - the Silver Blood Society!"

"The problem we really want to solve is to make Yinxue unable to find our troubles, let Yinxue see our attitude, and let other chambers of commerce realize the power of the Jing family!"

At this time, some other tribes finally reacted and couldn't help but answer, "Public opinion!"

"Yes, it's public opinion!" Jing Qingfeng sucked heavily, and a long string of white haze in the glass bottle was sucked in by Jing Qingfeng storm along the catheter. It really had a hint of immortals, such as the style of swallowing mist: "Zhengwu Zhengfeng Zhengtang, your method is too slow, only Zhengwei method can be directly effective!"

"And, yours is business, domineering, evil, and the move of Zhengwei... is the kingly way!"

"As long as other chambers of commerce see the attitude of the Jing family, it will be the victory of the Jing family!"

He coughed twice and said with a smile: "Of course, Zhengwei's advice is also excellent... "Workers do these things and become big mine owners in five years"... Zhengwei, just talk about what kind of article this is probably."

"Uh..." Leyu couldn't compile any beautiful articles for a while, so he said casually according to his impression in his previous life: "Probably, I have a worker friend. He saw that other workers were lazy and lazy, but he was working hard to mine all the time. One day, the owner of the mine found out his honest and diligent work, so he promoted him to open a mine division. Five years later, he had become a big mine owner through hard work and diligent operation..."

"Hahahaha--Cough cough cough!" Jing Qingfeng was so angry that he was about to break his breath. The housekeeper quickly stroked his back and helped him to relieve his breath. He took a sip of Baixia and took a full minute to recover. He suddenly turned around and asked, "Fude, does there be a printing factory at home?"

"No, but poets are selling their industries recently, with one printing factory..."

"Go and buy it." Jing Qingqie ordered: "Zhengwei, I will leave this matter to you to take charge. Be sure to let the newspaper you run spread throughout the streets and alleys, and you must see it even in the inner city - whether you lose money or make money depends on your ability."

"Then……"

Jing Qingfeng fell silent, sucking Baixia while watching the other three brothers.

Huifu Hall also quieted down. Zhengwu and Zhengtang's supporters were sweating coldly on their foreheads. They realized that in this sudden assessment, the eldest young master Jing Zhengwei undoubtedly won the first place, and Jing Qingfeng still has the power of the head of the family. If he really chooses to let the eldest young master be the heir...

As the eldest grandson of the legitimate son, Jing Zhengwei is naturally the first heir. If Jing Qingfu wanted to support Jing Zhengfeng, the tribes could still stop opposing it, but if he chose Jing Zhengwei, the tribes would have no room for opposition at all.

Even from the beginning, the clansmen believed that Jing Zhengwei was the next head of the family. Jing Qingfeng's various manifestations reflected that he gave up Jing Zhengwei, so the clansmen turned their attention to Jing Zhengwu and Jing Zhengtang - how could they have expected that Jing Qingfeng, an old yin guy, would actually turn back!

After a long time, Jing Qingfeng finally spoke:

"...Your opinions also have many advantages, and they can complement each other. Zhengfeng, I will hand over the two factories to you - you cannot refuse unless you think you are the waste among the four brothers."

Jing Zhengfeng, who was about to speak, immediately closed his mouth when he heard this.

"There are many things, and knowing how to do it is one thing, and whether it can be done well is another."

Jing Qingfeng took a deep breath of Bai Xia and said, "I can hold on for a while, this old bone. I hope you... don't let me down."

After saying that, Jing Qingfeng loosened the catheter that had been biting and signaled the butler to push him back to rest.

When Jing Qingfeng's figure completely disappeared into the back hall, Jing Zhengfeng immediately stood up: "Since it's okay, I'll go back. I can't even eat when I see you."

Jing Zhengwu smiled politely and said, "Everyone is each other."

"Fourth brother..." Jing Zhengtang wanted to say something, but Jing Zhengfeng had already walked away as if he was afraid of something.

"Qinglan, let's go."

Leyu stood up and patted Qinglan on the shoulder. Qinglan quickly stood up and asked in a low voice: "Young Master, are we leaving now?"

"Or what? I'm full, are you full?"

"without……"

"But I don't want to sit when I'm full. I just can get almost digested when I walk from here to the door. Are you staying here and continuing to eat or...?"

Qinglan glanced at the Jing family members around him and realized that this was not a multiple-choice question, but a question was given. He shook his head repeatedly: "I'll go with the young master."

"Then let's go." Leyu waved her hand: "Goodbye, brothers."

"Goodbye brother." "Goodbye brother."

Jing Zhengwu and Jing Zhengtang responded one after another, watching Le Yu Qinglan and the others leave Huifu Hall.

However, the news tonight was so explosive that many people were not interested in having a meal. The family banquet ended hastily, and the table of dishes left was handled by loyal and obedient slaves. The Jing family quickly started their own small party after the big party and secretly talked about whether to surrender.

...

"My father can't hold on for long, this is the final test."

Walking back to the room, Jing Zhengwu said calmly: "Although I still have the advantage, it's better to be more sane, especially if my brother suddenly takes the 'king' route, which is even more troublesome... What kind of support can the zither player give me?"

Qin Yuesi held Jing Zhengwu's hand, her beautiful eyes were full of charm, and her pretty face gently pressed on her fiancé's shoulder, saying: "It is not easy to do business, but it is even more difficult to manage workers. Some changes may cause panic among workers... If your brothers want to carry out reforms, they may encounter some 'setbacks'."

"Thank you... Maybe this is a lesson that our brothers must learn." Jing Zhengtang sighed:

"Businessman, just to hurt people..."

...

"Oh, don't hit me, don't move, I'm going to draw it wrong."

In the bedroom with warm lights and white light, Jing Zhengtang held an eyebrow pencil and carefully drew the eyebrows for Feiwei. He saw Fei's angry expression and smiled and said, "I understand what you mean. The eldest brother and the fourth brother are valued by their father, and the second brother still have an absolute advantage. We are actually still in the storm."

"But didn't we come here like this before? Every time we are at a disadvantage, every time we turn around and win... Although the opponent was replaced by my brother this time, it was actually the same."

"You, just relax and don't think too much, otherwise if you have crow's feet at a young age, I will, I will..."

Noting that Fei Wei looked at her with teeth and glaring at her, as if she was a furry kitten, Jing Zhengtang's voice became smaller and smaller, and suddenly she became anxious: "Then I will try to grow older, so that everyone thinks you are a flower inserted in cow dung!"

...

"The Third Gang Master!" "Hello, the Third Gang Master!"

Back at the Qinghong Gang's station in the outer city, Jing Zhengfeng came to the hall and saw several brothers drinking and eating vegetables. He squeezed one of them and sat down, drank and ate meat with big mouthfuls. The crowd of the gangs who were squeezed away didn't care, so he went to the side to help the stool sit and asked with a smile: "What are the gains from the boss going home this time? Did the Jing family send you a big red envelope?"

"Don't mention it, that old man gave me two big troubles." Jing Zhengfeng snuffed out the wine bottle in one gulp, put down the wine heavily, and suddenly turned to look at the gangster next to him: "Daqiang, hit me."

Daqiang blinked: "Boss, are you drunk?"

"I'm not drunk, don't worry about that much, punch me with all my strength."

"Everyone who is drunk says he is not drunk..."

"If you don't hit me, I'll hit you."

"Okay, okay." Daqiang had never heard such a strange request. He stood up and put on a stance. Suddenly he shouted loudly. Countless gongs and drums sounded in the entire hall, and a huge shell exploded with one punch!

Aiqi warfare·Architecture and artillery fire!

Jing Zhengfeng drew a circle with his left hand, accurately blocking the shell and exploded light, and hit Daqiang on the wall with one hand.

Bite Wars·Yu Yong!

"Boss, why are you fighting back..." Daqiang touched his head and looked bitter: "You are just looking for a reason to hit me, right?

"Of course I have to fight back if you hit me." Jing Zhengfeng snorted, looked at his hand, but remembered the two clashes with Jing Zhengwei just now.

The first time, he made a backhand move and was broken by Jing Zhengwei.

The second time, facing Jing Zhengwei's straight punch, he turned his backhand and Jing Zhengwei actually found the loophole that Yu Yong had not closed yet, and punched through and cracked Yu Yong.

If the first time is a coincidence, then the second time cannot be a coincidence.

However, Jing Zhengwei's attack did not cause light explosion at all, which means that he used his fists to crack the tactics and techniques based on his empirical intuition alone...

But after all my hard work, I have finally reached the threshold for entering the house.

Can you break your biting tactics so easily? Is it Jing Zhengwei's biting tactics realm...

"It seems..." Jing Zhengfeng put his two pallets on the dining table and thought to himself: "My brothers are not a bag of wine..."

...

In the bedroom of Jingfu, Qinglan's face was flushed, her forehead was covered with fine sweat, her mouth was slightly open, but her eyes were full of satisfaction, and her expression was full of charm, which was very attractive.

Whoosh — whoosh —

She is eating hot and sour noodles.

Although Qinglan has tried her best to suppress the sound, the hot and sour noodles are so sour and refreshing that she can still taste "swishu".

"Young Master, if you don't eat it, it will be cold!" Qing Lan felt that it was too embarrassing to whisper so loudly, so she urged Leyu.

“It’s delicious even if it’s cold.”

Le Yu sat on the desk for a long time, recorded what happened in Jingyuan tonight, and tried to clarify what happened through reviewing the matter—

He was a good steel proletariat, Bai Ye's undercover, an unknown assassin, and a capitalist who wanted to liberate the people all day long. Why did the weak little Bourgeois suddenly be responsible for running the newspaper?

He just said it casually!

How could he run a newspaper? He knows how to write jokes!

Leyu is an old joke writer, and he can always write jokes.

If you just write jokes, then this is not called a newspaper. You can change it to "Official Account", "Stories" or "Zhihu".

"Young Master, I'm full."

Qinglan blushed, "The room smells too much. Young master, eat it quickly, or you will go to bed by smelling the sour and spicy smell tonight."

"Actually, I'm not hungry and don't want to eat now."

"Then why do you want to buy..."

"Didn't you say you're not full? When you pass by the snack street, you're staring at the hot and sour noodles, you bought it for you."

Qinglan blinked: "Then... why should I buy two?"

"Yes, why buy two?"

Leyu turned her pen and said thoughtfully: "Is it because..."

Qinglan looked at Leyu expectantly.

“…I think you can eat two servings?”

"Young master, how could I eat two servings?" Qing Lan pulled the corners of her mouth: "I am a girl after all..."

"You are discriminating, and girls can also eat two portions of hot and sour noodles. You deprive the girl of the right to eat two portions of hot and sour noodles." Leyu said a few times: "Or why you eat more, I really can't eat a whole bowl."

"I..." Qing Lan hesitated for a moment: "Okay, then I'll eat a little more."

Leyu continued to think about running a newspaper.

Should I do it? What should I do? Who should I do it?

Jing Zhengwei doesn’t know a few cultural people, and the words of Yin Yin Yin…

Why?

Leyu stopped turning her pen, and a brilliant idea of ​​genius emerged in her heart. He almost wanted to make a few somersaults to help her.

"Young Master, I ate one-third of it, it's your turn."

Qinglan calmly handed the chopsticks and bowls to Leyu, and Leyu, who was in deep thought, subconsciously took them over and whispered the powder in big mouthfuls.

Although Leyu still didn't understand why he was a good capitalist with the Faker rank, he was suddenly assigned to run a newspaper.

However, this is an amazing opportunity-

After all, being a capitalist cannot save Dongyang.

PS: 4000 words of big chapter, today I will update it first, listen to the daily catechism (touch) and (fish) plot.
Chapter completed!