Literary Heroes of the Republic of China

Huo Ying has been very busy recently, but even so, he still cares about his younger brother. He naturally knows that Fu Yunan and Mu Qiong have been getting better and better recently.

Seeing Mu Qiong happily chatting with a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy now, he was a little unhappy, even though he knew very well that Mu Qiong had nothing to do with this person.

"Mr. Mu, long time no see." Huo Ying greeted Mu Qiong with a smile.

Probably because it was very hot, Huo Ying didn't wear a suit, but a long robe with his hands covered in the sleeves.

And as soon as he appeared, the eyes of those workers all fell on him.

These workers worship Mu Qiong and others, but for Huo Ying...they almost regard Huo Ying as a god.

After all, everything they have now was given to them by Huo Ying. Huo Ershao, that is the Guanyin Bodhisattva who saves the suffering!

"Second Young Master Huo, long time no see." Mu Qiong also greeted with a smile.

Huo Ying greeted Mu Qiong, and then went to greet Wei Tingsheng Chaohui, and after the greeting, his attention returned to Mu Qiong: "Mr. Mu, I have been reading your "Wandering" recently. , I also read the educational monthly magazine edited by you, they are very beautiful and educational, and I recommended it to my father."

"It's my honor to make Second Young Master like it." Mu Qiong said when he heard this, and at the same time, he was unavoidably surprised——Huo Second Young Master actually recommended his novel to Huo Dashuai? !

"You're too modest." Huo Ying exchanged some pleasantries, then looked at Song Yanqiu: "Mr. Mu is familiar with this worker in our factory?"

Huo Ying is not an approachable person. Although he has recently lived near the factory, he has never visited the place where the workers live, nor has he chatted with these workers. He has always been superior.

It was the first time for Song Yanqiu to see him at such a close distance, and he was very excited for a while, and his body trembled slightly.

Mu Qiong said: "I don't know him very well. Today is the second time we met. He has good knowledge. It's a pity to be a worker. Second Young Master, the editorial department of Educational Monthly is short of people. Why don't you let him work at my place?"

Song Yanqiu is doing pretty well now, but if he can bring people by his side to observe for a period of time, then he can be completely relieved.

"Mr. Mu, I spent money to train them because of lack of manpower. You should stop robbing me." Huo Ying said with a smile.

Huo Ying said so, of course Mu Qiong no longer insisted, after all Song Yanqiu is doing well now.

Seeing this, Huo Ying said again: "Guys, do you want to see my factory?"

Of course everyone wants to see it.

Except for Mu Qiong, no one else has ever seen such a large factory!

When Huo Ying heard this, he immediately called a supervisor to lead the way, and then went to see the factory together.

There are many factories in Huo Ying, and several of them have already started operation at the moment.

The first factory we entered was a factory that produced rain boots.

What is produced here is the kind of black rubber rain boots. Most of the factory is empty at the moment, but there is a table in the middle, and a pair of tall rubber rain boots are placed on the table.

Mu Qiong often sees such rain boots in film and television works, and has seen sanitation workers wearing such rain boots in reality, but he has never worn them himself.

Of course, he wanted a pair very much now - it was really uncomfortable to walk in cloth shoes on a rainy day.

At this time, a manager next to Huo Ying picked up the pair of rain boots and said proudly: "These shoes are made of rubber and are completely watertight. Now in the whole country, we are the only ones that can produce them!"

He said a lot, and Mu Qiong also realized that this kind of rain boots, which are cheap in modern times, are still luxury goods at this time.

After visiting the rain boot factory, they went to the button factory.

There is a machine and countless clam shells here, and there are people operating the machine. They cut out fingernail-sized discs from the clam shells, and then drill four holes in the discs. One button is ready. up.

"We bought several machines, and after the official start, we can produce thousands of buttons every day." The manager said proudly again.

The clam shells used to make buttons are the most common clam shells of river clams. The buttons are white and not very big, but they can be used on shirts.

Modern buttons like this are basically made of plastic, and you can buy a lot for a dollar, but the buttons at this time are probably not cheap, so thousands of them should be able to earn a lot?

After seeing the button factory, they went to see some other factories, including the textile mill and the flour mill.

These factories are modern, and perhaps some small family workshops are bigger than it.

But in this era, it is already a very large factory, and it can make a lot of money after it starts working.

Mu Qiong was quite emotional, but he didn't have much interest in these. He would admire them, but it was hard to like these simple machines from the bottom of his heart.

He just wanted to see the factory that produced penicillin, but unfortunately, Huo Ershao would definitely not show them that factory.

And...the factory probably hasn't been used yet—penicillin can't be mass-produced yet.

Song Yanqiu was the most outstanding among those workers. Before Mu Qiong looked at him differently, Huo Ying also valued him very much. He even asked Mu Qiong not to rob him, and the manager brought him along.

Everyone visited the flour mill together. When Wei Ting and others were amazed at the fineness of the flour, Mu Qiong simply chatted with him and asked about his family.

Song Yanqiu told the situation of his family without any defense, and said that his salary would be sent back tomorrow: "Second Young Master is really a good person."

Huo Ying, whom Song Yanqiu thought was a good person, frowned slightly.

He was sure that Mu Qiong had nothing to do with this Song Yanqiu, but he also found that Mu Qiong was very concerned about this Song Yanqiu.

He found the steward and asked a few questions.

After Mu Qiong and others left after visiting, Huo Ying called Song Yanqiu over.

When Song Yanqiu was brought in front of Huo Ying, Huo Ying was lying on a rattan recliner and smoking, spitting out smoke rings.

Song Yanqiu felt that the Second Young Master was really good. He smoked cigarettes differently from others. At the same time, he was a little scared and excited. Did the Second Young Master seek him out because he wanted to promote him?

"I asked the steward, and the steward said that you can read and work diligently... It is really aggrieved to let you be a worker." Huo Ying said.

"I'm not sorry..."

"Okay, don't say hypocritical and modest words. You can follow Lao Zhang to do things in the future!" Huo Ying said.

Song Yanqiu didn't know who Lao Zhang was, and was a little dazed, but Huo Ying had already waved him away.

The old Zhang that Huo Ying mentioned is a manager under Huo Ying who is responsible for purchasing various things. Now that Huo Ying is opening a factory in Shanghai, there are a lot of things to buy, and there is a shortage of people on his side.

Seeing that Song Yanqiu sent by Huo Ying was not only young and well-educated, but also loyal to Huo Ying, he immediately decided to cultivate it well.

It's just that they have to travel all over the world to do their job, and they may not be able to stay in Shanghai for a month in the next year... Guanshi Zhang immediately said that before Song Yanqiu left, it was best to make arrangements for his family.

He gave Song Yanqiu [-] yuan and four soldiers, and then said, "Isn't your worker going back to Lu County to send money and things? Now this matter is up to you. You take the money and these four people When you go back, you will arrange all the meals and accommodation along the way, and when you come back, you will buy me some local specialties from Lu County."

This is to exercise yourself!Song Yanqiu responded excitedly, and took the people back to his hometown.

Mu Qiong didn't know about Song Yanqiu's affairs.

He was feeling a little helpless right now - Sheng Zhaohui was really good at spending money!

He and Sheng Chaohui had just hosted a dinner for the teachers of Ping An Middle School. Within two days, Education Monthly received a large sum of money. Sheng Chaohui said that they should host a banquet for the principals of primary and secondary schools in Shanghai, as well as the editors-in-chief of other magazines, and Have a meal with relatives and friends to celebrate the success of the Education Monthly.

At this time, the banquet in the hotel is usually a table of three or four silver dollars, not including tobacco and alcohol, but with so many people counting, there must be a table of ten or twenty.

Another big sum of money is going to be spent.

Although the Educational Monthly earns a lot of money every month, after deducting the rent and salaries for the employees, and the money for buying furniture when moving, plus the money for the Ping An Middle School and the banquet money, I am afraid that the two months Nothing left.

But such a banquet cannot be avoided.

Although Mu Qiong is not sociable, he knows very well that such communication is beneficial to them.

As a result, he must be short of money, and Sheng Chaohui's one thousand oceans are not enough in a short time.

Mu Qiong looked at the Xincheng Monthly in front of him, and decided to open his third vest and write books to make money.

For the time being, he only let Zheng Runze know about this vest, and he believed that Zheng Runze would not tell others.

As for what to write in this vest...the left and right are vests, why not just write whatever you want, and you can also fight and swear at people.

In the past two days, someone scolded Tianxing in the newspaper, and he really wanted to scold him back.

Mu Qiong thought so, and wrote down the word "official" directly on the paper.

In fact, Mu Qiong is still not very good at writing about ideas. He seldom reads that kind of large philosophy books, because he didn't go to school since he was a child, and he never listened to political classes.

But he can still write short stories and prose, and this time he wrote a very ironic short story.

Mu Qiong had seen many cases in his previous life, so he found one at this time, and after artistic processing, he began to write it.

The story he wrote was about a high-spirited young man who wanted to be a good official, but failed, and ended up with the same people.

The officialdom in this era is like this, even if you want to be a good official, you will not be able to be one.

The roots of the tree are rotten, but how can you still expect the leaves to be green?