Cyber Daming

It rained on March 23, the eleventh year of Jiaqi.

It is suitable for worshiping and traveling.

The continuous raindrops beat on the celadon tiles, and the sound is as clear as a hammer.

A Confucius Temple with majestic arches and far-reaching eaves is hidden in the hazy mist.

The solemn and solemn temples neatly enshrine the four sages, ten philosophers and seventy-two sons of Confucianism.

There are lights and shadows hanging in front of the statues, some are sitting cross-legged and playing the harp, some are standing up and turning over books, or some are debating classics. They have different shapes and are full of Confucianism.

Enshrined in the center of the temple is an old man with white beard, holding a letter and gentle eyebrows.

Gu Yong deliberately changed his previous satin green robe into a thin cotton and linen shirt, stood in front of the image of the Holy Saint, held the disciple's ceremony, and worshiped devoutly.

"Mr. Gu has been prospering recently, and everything will go smoothly."

Zhu Miao, the old man who stood aside with his hands tied, smiled flatteringly and said, "When the court opens the enke next time, Mr. Gu will definitely be named on the gold medal list."

"There is no need for Miao Zhu to comfort me. A person like me who has a chip inserted will never be able to become an official in this life."

Gu Yong smiled and waved his hand. He turned his wrist hidden under his sleeves and stretched it out. When he stretched it out, he already had a bank card between his fingertips.

The golden card didn't seem out of place in this bookish atmosphere.

"But it's okay to do a little bit for Confucianism."

"On behalf of the tens of thousands of poor students in Confucius Temple, I would like to thank Mr. Gu."

Lao Miaozhu's face was full of admiration, he took the card with both hands, and the title in his mouth changed from young master to sir.

I didn't see how he moved, but the sages on the left and right stopped their movements at the same time and bowed their hands to Gu Yong.

Li Jun, who was leaning against the door, had a panoramic view of this scene, and couldn't help but grinning with a mocking smile.

The whole hall is full of gentlemen, and the rich one is the eldest brother.

This book was so damn interesting to read.

Gu Yong, who just woke up from the Jiaofangsi this morning, looked humble at the moment. He paid homage to the sages on the altar one by one, all the way from the temple to the mountain gate.

It wasn't until he walked out of the archway of Confucius Temple that Gu Yong straightened his back, glanced at Li Jun who was beside him and smiled softly.

"After all, this is a holy place in the hearts of thousands of students in Chengdu Prefecture. Please show some respect and smile. Although our Shudao Logistics is a business, it is also a Confucian industry after all."

Li Jun raised his hand and rubbed his face when he heard this, but he yawned himself.

Although several days had passed since the encounter on Fifth Street, he still felt tired.

The five-level illusion created by Mu Chi consumed too much of Li Jun's energy.

Gu Yong seemed to be in a very happy mood and didn't care about Li Jun's gaffe. He walked down the stone steps in the mountain.

"Although the Confucius Temple also bears the word temple, it is essentially different from the Buddhist and Taoist temples that collect money. It is also a private school for children from poor families who cannot afford chips."

"For these students with bad backgrounds, this is their only hope for a better life. How can Baobuqi one day read out the order of promotion and become a Confucian overnight?"

"And that old temple Zhu is also a good person. Don't look at the vulgar way he collects money, but as far as I know, most of the donations received by this Confucius Temple are used to subsidize those poor scholars."

Li Jun raised his eyebrows and said, "This kind of person is rare."

"So we must strongly support this kind of thing, and don't neglect doing good deeds because they are small. This is the teaching of the saints."

Gu Yong smiled loudly, but there was a hint of darkness in his eyes.

It is true that the private schools in Confucius Temple specifically recruit poor students, and it is also true that they provide subsidies.

But the purpose is not only to leave a glimmer of hope for these poor children, but more importantly, to maintain the genetic richness of the Confucian sequence.

That's why there were so many public welfare private schools and schools in various provinces of the Ming Empire. They were actually supported by powerful families.

This is a fatal order issued by the Donglin Party to Confucian clans everywhere. In the final analysis, it is to stabilize the basic base of population.

As for whether these private schools and palaces can produce talents, it depends on the attitude of the local elites.

It would be easy if there were one or two monsters with extraordinary talents who could break the order of advancement under such conditions.

Just ask the other party to change his name and surname, and he will naturally become a member of the powerful family.

But there was no need for Gu Yong to tell Li Jun these words.

Gu Yong and Li Jun walked down the mountain one by one, with two stone steps between them.

"You have been in charge of the Security Department for almost half a month now. What actions have companies in various prefectures in Shu recently made, especially Tianfu Heavy Industry?"

Hearing Gu Yong's question, Li Jun couldn't help but twitch at the corners of his eyes.

After returning from Mianzhou County, he first stayed in Jiaofangsi for four days, and rested for many days after killing Mu Chi.

I haven't really been in the Security Department for long, so how can I answer these questions?

Gu Yong seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He could clearly see the embarrassment on Li Jun's face, and his tone became harder, "You are the director of the security department of the group. You are not the old brother Muddy Waters Pao. You can't just fight."

Before Li Jun could speak, Gu Yong had already changed the topic.

"But I can't blame you. It's normal for you to be unskilled in business when you first took up the job. I also know that you don't like to do this, so I found a helper specifically for you."

Gu Yong raised his hand and waved, and a middle-aged man who was looking forward to it quickly ran up from the stone steps and stood in front of Li Jun.

"Young Master Yong, Minister." The man nodded and bowed with a smile on his face.

Gu Yong introduced: "Qian Zhongxiao, the nephew of Mr. Qian, the head of the family, he is much more practical than his brother Qian Jindong."

Li Jun smiled half-heartedly. He killed Qian Jindong himself, and now he got a cousin to be his killer.

This is not only to deny one's own rights, but also to warn oneself.

However, in Li Jun's eyes, Gu Yong's power tactics were like a joke and he didn't take it to heart at all.

It's just that one more person may be killed on the day Shudao Logistics collapses.

"Director Qian, I'll leave you to worry about the security department."

Qian Zhongxiao was originally prepared to accept Li Jun's cynicism, but he didn't expect that the other party would be so calm. Instead of feeling relaxed, Qian Zhongxiao suddenly sank, and his expression became more and more flattering.

"Minister, don't worry. I will definitely ask for your instructions before making arrangements for all matters in the future. As for Qian Jindong, although he and I are both descendants of the Qian family, we are not very close relatives."

Li Jun waved his hand, "Don't worry, I always deal with things, not people. I'm really not good at department management. Since Master Yong asked you to assist me, then you can do it boldly."

"The minister is generous, the minister is generous."

Seeing Li Jun's open expression, Qian Zhongxiao didn't seem to see the deep meaning behind it at all. The vigilance in his heart dissipated a lot, and his curved back lifted slightly.

"Okay, from now on we are all colleagues, and I have plenty of time to be polite to you."

Gu Yong stopped and turned to look at Li Jun, "The subsequent reconstruction of the Security Department will be left to Manager Qian. There is something more important that you need to do."

Li Jun frowned, "Is there business again?"