Royal Gold Magistrate

"To be honest, I am very disappointed to hear you complain so much." Fang Zhengyi's tone was filled with endless disappointment, "I think back then, the life of the first generation of newspaper staff was much more difficult than yours, but now the conditions have improved. , but it made everyone more and more dissatisfied."

"Of course I don't mean to blame you, it's all my fault!"

"I would like to ask you, what is the purpose of our newspaper?"

"For the living and the people, for the world, for the heart, for the sages, to inherit the knowledge, and to bring peace to all generations!" Someone below replied.

Fangzheng nodded: "That's right, to make a living for the people. Although you are not in the officialdom at the newspaper office, you are already doing official affairs. But seeing this scene today, I feel very sad!"

"What is it that hurts? What hurts is that you are in your position and do not seek political power. Many of you didn't really come here to be journalists, but went to the library and became officials!"

"It's actually nothing, but what about now? Before I became an official, I was tainted with copper stink!"

Just as someone below was about to speak up to refute, Fang Zheng stretched out his hand to stop him.

"I know what you are thinking. I have been rich, but I have also been poor! But no matter whether I am poor or rich, I will choose to plead for the people every time!"

"Is it true that without money can't solve the problem? In the past dynasties, the empty treasury is a common thing. Can hundreds of officials change silver taels out of thin air? Of course not! But there is no money available, why are there so many capable ministers in history? stand out?"

"What do they rely on? It's wisdom, a sincere heart for the country and the people!" Fangzheng pointed to his head, "I don't have money to solve problems that require money. Isn't this a kind of shame for being an official?" What about exercise?"

Fangzheng paused for a moment, then began to mutter in a low voice.

Reflected!They started to reflect!

After a while, Fang Zhengyi continued: "Do you know how the veteran officials in the court evaluate the next generation of scholars?"

The eyes of the reporters showed can't wait, they must know when they are judged by others!

"They say that today's young people are not as good as the next generation!"

The brilliance in everyone's eyes disappeared, replaced by resentment.

Fangzheng said leisurely: "But from my official's point of view, this is not the case. The newspaper was founded by His Highness the Crown Prince and this official. We take every bit of effort of the reporters into our hearts!"

"Those who keep saying that one generation is not as good as one generation should look at you like me."

"I look at you. Although you are poor, you still walk the streets and alleys to speak out for the people. Although you are dressed in white, you are not afraid of the dark, and you do not bow to evil forces! This officer is full of respect for you and pays tribute to your professional attitude. You are turning darkness into light, and barrenness into abundance."

"Because your scene will be more prosperous, and the people will have more vitality, because the most beautiful scenery in a country is the hard-working reporters in the newspaper office!"

The eyes of the old reporter began to sparkle, Mr. Fang hadn't started class for a long time.

The long-lost emotion suddenly came back, and the young reporter had a sense of shame, and a trace of shame appeared on his face.

Fang Zheng glanced around and continued: "But seeing the new reporter, I have changed my mind a bit."

"I look at many of you. You should be a new generation of officials with ideals and vigor, but in order to seek official positions, you want to get rich and don't even know where to throw your heart? Let me ask such people, a commoner can't do it now. In the same way as the people, can one day enter the imperial court and plead for the people?"

"You are younger and more able to endure hardships than those who are vegetarians in the court. You can also accommodate more new ideas and aesthetics in your mind! It should not be me or someone in a high position who should teach you how to do it, but you It should inspire us how to serve the people better!"

"Your work is breaking down the barriers between people, you can meet and connect thousands of people with just a pen, but now it's just a mere overtime that makes you complain!"

"Isn't it good to work overtime? When you sweat and work hard every day, it's because there are thousands of poor people standing behind you! Only weak people are used to complaining and denying, while strong people never hesitate to give And praise!"

"Think about it further. When you came home late at night, you brought the meals bought from the cafeteria to your wife and son. You can proudly tell your son that this is earned by working overtime! How can the next generation receive such an incentive? Desperate?"

"Just to ask, can you imagine a world without overtime? People are in dire straits, and every report of yours may change the lives of countless poor people, but when you are about to pick up your pen, someone stops you from working overtime. How sad is this?"

"Working overtime is hard, but the choice is in your hands, and the fate of countless people is in your hands! Now you have the right that countless people dream of, the right to choose!"

As soon as Fang Zheng said this, Xie Xian stopped, and Xie Xian seized the opportunity to applaud vigorously!

At this moment, countless scholars were moved by Master Fang's lofty ideals and noble personality, and the office area became a sea of ​​applause.

The eyes of those who are more emotional have already wet their eyes, and some people lowered their heads in shame, and some even shouted: "Lord Fang, we are wrong..."

Fangzheng shouted loudly: "No, you are right! Which young man has never made a mistake? Life is not a smooth road. If a prodigal son turns his back on gold, you are the sun, and you are the hope!"

"We don't deny that the newspaper has many problems now! But before asking questions, please don't ask what the newspaper has done for you, but first ask yourself what you have done for the newspaper!"

"The dormitory is not enough to live in, everyone squeezes together first! There are not enough books in the library, so you can bring the books at home or copy them to share with everyone."

"As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a better tomorrow!"

All kinds of violent emotions began to flow like a flood, and more and more people were triggered to regret.

Fang Zhengyi's expression also became more serious: "Seeing your performance today, I think you still have a future!"

"Tell me loudly, what are you going to do next!"

"We have to work overtime!" "Overtime!" "Overtime!" The sound of overtime work began to sound.

Fangzheng nodded in satisfaction, shook his arms and shouted loudly: "Who says one generation is not as good as one generation! I think one wave is stronger than one wave! Sooner or later, you will all become the pillars of the imperial court!"

"Work overtime! Houlang!!!"

After finishing speaking, Fangzheng jumped off the table, looked at the reporters on the chicken blood and wiped off their cold sweat, and smiled triumphantly.

What's wrong with this little scene?

Not far away, Shen Yizheng came to Fang Zhengyi's side with tears in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice, "Master Fang, what you said is very good."

"Okay, don't cry. Come out with me and talk about your business, and leave the rest to Xie Xian."

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Two more chapters, later