The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

There is no doubt that Shen Qingchuan is very popular with this group of ladies and ladies.

Standing among a group of colorful flowers, Shen Qingchuan was like a huge diamond shining under the sun, dazzling, beautiful and precious, satisfying all their beautiful fantasies.

Diagonally across from the corner of Xiling Newspaper Office, a pitch-black Ford sedan parked secretly at the corner, and one could see the bustle of Shen Qingchuan's side, but few people there would pay attention to this place.

There were two people sitting in the Ford sedan. One of them had long hair tied up and hung behind his neck with a silver and white silk headband. He was wearing a light-colored suit with a simple cut and silver buttons on the cuffs. The sunlight from the window fell there, refracting a shallow silvery white glow.

His long and slender legs were crossed, a white hand with well-knit joints was placed on his knee, and a silver dollar was flexibly and quickly flipped between his fingers. The faint smell of tobacco diffused in the car, and was suddenly blown by a gust of autumn wind. Ripped from the rolled down car window.

The man with the scar looked at the door of the Xiling Newspaper Office. There were many people, and the crowd surrounded the handsome young man like stars and the moon. They kept laughing and talking, and the noise was like boiling water. He sat in the driver's seat and asked , "Guan Ye, don't you want to congratulate Mr. Xiao Shen in person?"

Guan Boya just sent someone to secretly send a few wreaths. The congratulatory messages on the exquisite wreaths did not mention who gave the gift, but only wrote the words "Congratulations on the opening of the business", and they were placed on the outermost side. The wreaths of the guests were placed together, and they were piled crookedly on the corner of the street.

That small building was regarded as a gift from Guan Boya to Shen Qingchuan, who entrusted others to sell it to Shen Yifan at a low price, almost [-]% off, and the location is superior. If it wasn't for the secret operation, the buyer might not fall to Shen Yifan , Others have already gone crazy.

"No, if I go over, he will feel uncomfortable, I'm afraid the place will cool down." Guan Boya's answering voice is very fascinating, with a slightly hoarse magnetism, which makes people's ears itchy, almost Gentle.

The lighter dinged, and she took a puff of cigarette, and a light milky white smoke spit out from Guan Boya's thin lips. When a beauty smokes, she has a special charm, which seems to make people focus all their attention on exhaling the smoke on the lips.

The smog is like a pair of graceful and slender boneless soft hands, slowly climbing up the rock, raising the ring finger to brush gently, the sharp eyebrows, the phoenix eyes with smooth eyeliner are cool, but the veil and white mist are pulling When it was covered in the past, those eyes were shining brightly, like a lone star looming in the gray sky before dawn, touching and indifferent, yet passionate.

Guan Boya looked at his little Haitang through the smoke for a long time, until the cigarette in his hand was burned out, and ashes fell out of the car window.Looking up again, there was a plaque with four big characters "Xiling Newspaper Office" hanging in front of the newspaper office, and he chuckled lightly.

Birds fly beautifully when they are free, but when imprisoned in a cage, their feathers lose their brilliant colors.

"Let's go."

With a sound, a pitch-black Ford sedan drove quietly away from the busy street corner where it did not belong.

Shen Qingchuan lowered his head, bent his eyes, and answered the question of a lady in a yellow gauze skirt next to him. Suddenly, he seemed to feel something, raised his head from the crowd, looked in a certain direction in the distance, and saw Cross Street The flow of people at the mouth is as dense as a fish weaving, and the chariots and horses are carried like boats on the river.

"Sir Shen, what are you looking at?" Chen Keyu stepped on his feet, raised his head and stretched his neck, followed Shen Qingchuan's gaze, there was nothing special except the flow of people.

"It's nothing, it's just that I felt like someone was looking at me just now, I thought it was a friend coming." Shen Qingchuan said with a slight smile.

Chen Keyu, who was dressed like a precious yellow rose, met those smiling clear eyes, and felt that the autumn wind was like a summer wind that hadn't dissipated the heat, blowing hot on people's faces, and couldn't help but float up. With a layer of hot air, the steaming cheeks were red and hot.

The blushing on a woman's face is better than thousands of rouges.

Chen Keyu was usually praised by people for her articulate lips, her thin lips that were painted bright and red, and now she just muttered, as if a monk was practicing closed mouth meditation, so she was speechless.

Shen Qingchuan looked at her with doubts in his eyes, waiting for her to ask any questions, and when she asked, he would patiently answer them one by one with that clear voice that made people feel like a breath of fresh air.

"Qingchuan, come here."

Fortunately, a voice came in and broke the embarrassing situation for her.

When Shen Qingchuan walked away, Chen Keyu's best friend came over with a burst of laughter, surrounded her, her charming voice was full of jokes.

"We squeezed those people out for you, but you don't know how to seize the opportunity. You usually speak so neatly, but now you're like a piece of wood."

"Hee hee, when Ke Yu saw Mr. Shen, he couldn't speak anymore, and even blushed, even his ears were red."

"If you keep talking nonsense, I will beat you." Chen Keyu was ashamed and annoyed, pretending to hit someone and said

"Hey, don't move your hands. Look, if you don't hurry up, your Mr. Shen will be snatched away." The woman dodged and pointed in Shen Qingchuan's direction.

"Don't talk nonsense, that's Mr. Shen's employee."

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A young woman with shoulder-length black hair and long hair, wearing a knee-length cheongsam of indigo water-stained cotton, with a pure and pretty face with a bookish look, standing tall and graceful behind the crowd, like a beautiful lily flower, It's Zhuang Xiaoxiao.

"Xiaoxiao, what's the matter?" Shen Qingchuan quickly walked up to her.

There was a faint smile on Zhuang Xiaoxiao's face, but there was no admiration in her eyes, instead, there was sincerity and friendliness of treating Shen Qingchuan as a friend and confidant, as well as a hint of gratitude.

When Shen Qingchuan was going to go through the paperwork for the newspaper office, he bumped into the distraught Zhuang Xiaoxiao.

It was raining again at that time, seeing that Zhuang Xiaoxiao didn't hold an umbrella, he was really worried, so he followed.Later, I found out that Zhuang's father thought that Zhuang Xiaoxiao's study was useless, and another matchmaker came to the door, saying that the son of a jeweler had fallen in love with Zhuang Xiaoxiao and came to propose marriage, but Zhuang Xiaoxiao really didn't feel for him, and she didn't want to drop out of school. After getting married, she had a big fight with Zhuang's father, and then ran away from home.

But she was penniless, where could she go, and it was raining and it was evening. She didn't want to disturb her classmates who were having dinner in a mess, so she wandered aimlessly on the street.

As soon as Shen Qingchuan heard this, he asked Zhuang Xiaoxiao if he would like to work part-time at his newly opened newspaper office. He also said that there was a shortage of manpower, and there was a staff dormitory on the third floor of the newspaper office.

In fact, Zhuang Xiaoxiao didn't understand, Shen Qingchuan wanted to help her, and he said that because he wanted to save her face and protect her self-esteem.

Closing the suit jacket that was draped over her shoulders with the remaining warmth, such a beautiful and gentle person does not belong to her, a little sad but even more relieved, Zhuang Xiaoxiao just stayed at Xiling Newspaper Office.

Seeing that Zhuang Xiaoxiao was in a daze, Shen Qingchuan waved his hand and said, "What's the matter, Xiaoxiao, is there any problem?"

When she came back to her senses, Zhuang Xiaoxiao said with a slight smile on her face, "It's nothing, oh, by the way, just now the newsboy said that our newspapers are very popular, and all [-] copies have been sold out."

Shen Qingchuan first printed a small part to test the waters, to see how the sales volume of the first newspaper was released, and then made adjustments to the printing later.

The content they publish is very complicated, related to medicine, chemistry, architecture and literature, etc., some of the content is resolved to the common people, such as how to reduce infectious diseases or some first aid knowledge, and the other part of the content, such as some advanced foreign The scientific content is condensed into a certain section. Each issue reserves a topic or question to discuss and answer, and the next issue will publish the answer. This section is reserved for scholars.

Various materials are currently collected by Shen Qingchuan, Leng Qiudu, Zhuang Xiaoxiao, and a female student who translates Russian to sort out and arrange the typesetting. At the same time, some professors from Cornell University will be invited to assist.

It's a pity that there is not enough manpower now, and others are still in their infancy. Shen Qingchuan can't wait to translate the contents of some foreign books and materials, and order them into books for other students to absorb and study, learn from foreigners to control them, and learn more advanced industries Technology, even if it is to plant a wave of seeds.

Shen Qingchuan thought that with his small strength, he could help this weak country by doing his best. He would always fall behind and be beaten forever. Only by catching up could the talents prosper and the country become rich and strong. Soldiers can become a prosperous and powerful country.

He believes that a single spark can start a prairie fire, as long as this piece of knowledge, this patriotic enthusiasm, glows and glows, it will light up the night.

"That's great, that's great." The radiance in Shen Qingchuan's eyes was something that Zhuang Xiaoxiao had never seen before, and even the corners of her mouth were smiling, as if infected by Shen Qingchuan's joy.

"By the way, there is a little surprise." Zhuang Xiaoxiao put her hands behind her back, her long hair fluttering in the refreshing autumn wind.

"Oh, what surprise?" Shen Qingchuan was wondering, the eyes he looked at Zhuang Xiaoxiao were pure and clear.

Zhuang Xiaoxiao turned her body sideways, waved towards a lamp post at the corner, and said in a crisp voice, "Come here, little sister."

A little sister with a red face and a birthmark came out from behind the lamp post. Shen Qingchuan's eyes lit up, he bent down slightly, looked parallel to the little girl's gaze, and rubbed her slightly withered hair, in a friendly and unassuming manner. Said, "little sister, why are you here?"

Although the little girl's clothes are not as gorgeous as the skirts of the famous ladies, they are much more clean and tidy than the tattered clothes she wore when she was begging for food. The little girl still has some stage fright, her face is flushed red, and her birthmark like a burning cloud is deep Finally, she mustered up the courage to hand out a bouquet of flowers hidden behind her, and said, "These are the flowers my brother and I picked in the mountains this morning."

The little girl heard that Shen Qingchuan was going to open a newspaper, so she followed her younger brother to the suburbs to pick some wild flowers. If Mr. Shen hadn't given her a job to earn a living, her family would have someone to rely on and earn a living. Eat, it is very lucky to meet such a god-like good person as Mr. Shen.

I heard that there will be wreaths for the grand opening. She has no money to buy wreaths, so she picks some wild flowers by herself. Unfortunately, there are too few wild flowers in autumn. If spring comes, she can pick the most beautiful flowers for Mr. Shen.

The author has something to say: Emmm, tomorrow I will give Xiao Haitang some sugar, and Mr. Guan some soup, chirp

Forgot to say, Happy New Year's Eve, touch the little angel's wings, good luck in the new year, chirp