My years as a menswear boss

London citizens who subscribed to the "Daily Interesting News" every day got today's newspaper and found that the first page was no longer those trivial things, but a list, a list of donations.

"Mr. Hyde, the newspaper has been printed and distributed according to your request." Frank, the editor-in-chief, gave Jiqiu the typesetting of the next issue.

"Well, you've done a good job. The first page of tomorrow's newspaper will be empty first." Jiqiu took the letter paper and flipped through it, and handed it to him after confirming that it was correct.

After Frank went out, Barton came back with a wet suit, "Sir, we have already contacted, and the chairs replaced by the public have been sold to us at a low price."

"Not bad." Things went according to Jiqiu's expectation, and she felt a little less stressed.

"Will someone really donate?" Barton asked hesitantly.

"Yes, at least the merchants need an opportunity to change their reputation. Donating money is the easiest way. As long as there is money donated to the almshouse, I will ask Frank to report it in the newspaper. At this time, I will go to Tom and the others. Advertise to the crowd.

In the eyes of passers-by, there is a person who is willing to donate to the disadvantaged groups on one side, and a person who does not donate on the other side. The price and quality of the goods between them are the same, so everyone will choose to buy from the first one. "

Jiqiu picked up the black tea on the table and took a sip. Her eyes are dry now, and her brain is suffering from headaches due to lack of sleep, but her spirit is still very high.

"I have asked people to melt down those rusty chairs to make a monument. Everyone who donates more than [-] pounds can put their name on it, and those who donate [-] pounds can put their portraits in the almshouse. [-] pounds can be used to create a personal bronze statue at the entrance of the almshouse funded, presumably the directors would not mind a few more trinkets."

"Then the almshouse you built is the same?" Barton asked.

"No, I have my own set of operating rules for Salisbury." Jiqiu shook his head, "Now let's deal with the London orphanage and workhouse."

The first time the residents saw a donation list on the first page, they felt very novel for a while. In addition, the following article was written incitingly, and the housewives at home were moved by the plot depicted in the newspaper. The shops represented at the end of the list are all willing to go there for consumption.

Franz Kafka, a Jewish businessman, opened a lady's hat shop on the streets of London. Due to the negative image of Jewish businessmen in operas, even though his hats were exquisitely designed and the price was right, the business was still tepid.

Fortunately, he donates a small amount of money to the society from time to time, which makes his reputation in the neighborhood very good.

Today was very different for Kafka. He opened the shutter door of the store and saw many people waiting outside his store. His heart sank, "It can't be that there is something wrong with the quality of the hats, right?" '

In his mind, he kept thinking about the status of these few hat purchases. He checked them himself, and while thinking about how to deal with it for a while, he opened the door of the store.

"Hey, ladies, Mr. Kafka is open!" exclaimed an excited female voice.

Soon Kafka's empty hat shop was full of people, and he quickly recruited the clerk Susan to help receive some of them.

"Is there anything I can do for you, ma'am?" Kafka asked with a standard smile.

"Mr. Kafka, I used to be your customer, but I didn't expect you to be such a kind boss." The middle-aged lady wearing a lace hat said excitedly, "Your own shop is about to close down. Also help those poor people, you are really great!"

"Ah? How did you know that my store is going to close down?"

Kafka's mind went blank. Although his hats weren't very popular, it didn't mean that the curse would close down!

After chatting with the ladies in front of me, Kafka finally understood the situation. His casual donation of [-] pounds a few days ago was reported by the "Daily Interesting News". Show support and come to buy his hat.

Kafka was a shrewd businessman, he quickly understood the stakes, swallowed the sentence, 'My shop is not closed', and immediately put on a grateful face, "Ma'am, you are also a A kind person, you support my business, which means that part of the money I donate is from you, and we all help others."

After hearing this, several ladies immediately expressed that they would buy the hats displayed in the window, and they were willing to spend their money on this kind of conscientious shop.

There are many businessmen in the same situation as Kafka, and many of them are people who make long-term plans. After inquiring about the return corresponding to the amount of donations, they have an idea in their minds.

The next day, Jiqiu received a bunch of donation lists, and she handed them over to Barton, "Go and check with the personnel, and inform Mrs. Hill by the way, so that she can decide the amount of money needed for each poorhouse and orphanage."

She immediately found Frank, "Go and bring a few people to interview those who donated more than [-] pounds. Remember to take photos and write them on the front page. The order is based on the number of donations."

"Of course, you have to let them know the consequences of trying to fraudulently donate. I don't mind ruining their reputation."

"Okay, Mr. Hyde." Frank nodded, he suddenly thought of something, "I have written on the back of the donation that the "Daily Anecdote" will check the list of donations in person, and the rest of the newspapers will not be responsible for any problems."

"Yeah." Jiqiu rubbed her temples, she would give each of her subordinates a chance to trust her, and if she messed up the second time, although she would not drive him out, she would not entrust important matters to them again Do.

The event of social donations is on the right track. Gradually, not only businessmen are donating, nobles are also starting to exchange money for their reputation in society, and politicians, they need the support of the people.

"You really surprised me, Hyde." Ezio put down the newspaper in his hand. On the front page was a wealthy businessman, standing behind his bronze statue. This was the first textile machine to donate [-] pounds factory boss.

In the photo, he is smiling and holding a bronze statue that is proportional to him. This incident is not only the headline of "Daily Interesting News", "Times", "Daily Telegraph" and so on have reported this incident one after another thing.

"I just grasped the herd mentality. Of course, if these people have problems, I won't clean them up." Jiqiu said.

"You show off your majesty, he admires you very much." Ezio smiled and made Jiqiu a pot of tea, "I never thought you could do this so perfectly."

"The hard work behind perfection is also essential. I need one by one to appease those deans who haven't received the money yet, and at the same time worry about someone stealing and cheating, and even filtering out those who use donations to wash away their sins."

"I know, child. But these sacrifices have brought you the results you want." Ezio smiled slightly.

Jiqiu took a breath, she quickly regained her composure, and her mood brightened.

"You have obtained the qualification of a trainee judge. If there are no accidents, the probation period will end within five years, and you will be the youngest judge in the House of Lords." Ezio was not surprised by this result.

The young man majored in law at Cambridge University. He was born noble. He offered to share the worries of the king. While solving the almshouse, he also eased class conflicts, which is enough to prove his character and ability.

"Then when can I go to court?" Jiqiu asked calmly without much excitement in her eyes.

"Uh...it may take a while." Ezio stroked his beard, "You know, they work part-time in rotation, and each of them only has a certain period of time each year. When they are not free, it is time for you to show off your skills. !"

He watched the young man frown, and quickly added, "Hyde, you are good enough, you know I was still betting with Williams when I was your age."

"Okay, then please allow me to leave." Jiqiu flicked the non-existent dust on his knees, got up and left the office of the Secretary of the Interior.

Downstairs in the parliament, Barton was already waiting in the carriage. When he saw the young man coming out of the gate, his eyes lit up, "Sir, how are you doing?"

Jiqiu stepped into the carriage, "It's about the same as I guessed. Sure enough, there is still a long way to go to get the qualification of judge, but the trainee judge has exceeded my expectations. Originally, my minimum standard was to obtain the qualification for hearing."

"How are things going at Salisbury?"

"The point system you provided is implemented very well. In the poorhouse, everyone can receive suitable jobs to earn points and earn extra rewards. It's just that I couldn't find a suitable teacher for the teacher you asked for." Barton Pursing his lips, he didn't want to see the disappointed expression of his own youth.

"It's okay, I've been mentally prepared for a long time. If I can't find a suitable teacher, I will vacate that position. I would rather not have it than just find someone to be a teacher."

Jiqiu didn't feel too disappointed, but instead comforted Barton, "You have done a good job. I believe these girls will have a survival skill even when they grow up."

Now that the industry is developing rapidly, machines have replaced the original manual weaving, but the Hyde family still retains one or two handicraft workshops, employing female workers to weave handmade tapestries, and each of these handmade works will be placed in the living room of the noble family.

In particular, she also used newspapers to collect pattern manuscripts, and the author's signature would also appear in the corner of the tapestry, so that the factory never lacked high-quality manuscripts.

What Jiqiu did was to invite the ingenious female workers in the factory to teach the girls weaving skills and explore their creative talents.

As long as people are not worrying about making a living, then there will be an opportunity to think.The lessons she learned from the Viscountess Carnarvon, the changes in her mind, will become an indispensable force when the girls grow up.

But what I worry about now is how to find a leader. This woman must instill correct values ​​in these girls.