Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

"Go to the warehouse to pick up some delicate things, and then find two reliable stewards to help."

I was in a bad mood, but Feng Han couldn't help but want to send a gift.

"Yes."

Yuan Liu was not surprised at all.

In this war without cigarettes, his master has always been at the bottom.

He would still feel distressed at first, but now...?

He just wanted to say that the master asked for it himself.

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At the same time in Liushu Village, Su Qiao returned home, and the family was sitting around the upper room discussing something.

Because it was Mu Xiu today, even Su Yichen and Su Yihe, who went to a private school, were at home.

"partnership?"

Everyone was stunned.

"This thing...this thing...are we really partnering with that lord to open a bookstore?"

The old man also frowned: "Qiao'er, didn't you say we're not going to cling to you? You..."

The old man left, and the old man gradually let go.

I thought to myself, as long as it took a long time, I would definitely not think about it again.

Now his granddaughter took the initiative to contact that person, which made him unhappy.

"Master, the problem now is that we don't want to cling to it, but obviously people don't think that way. Around the shops in the town, Jin Yiwei's plainclothes are watching every day, and those who come to the shop to make trouble are given to them before they move. away."

In fact, apart from going to Meishan, Yuan Wu also wandered around her almost all the time.

Su Qiao estimated that the situation on her side would be reported to the capital.

The old man sighed, smoked a cigarette and stopped talking.

It was his wishful thinking before, thinking too well, that if people are not here, there will be nothing more.

"Then are we really partnering with that lord?" Su Yaohui looked at his father and then at his daughter, who was becoming more and more provocative.

"By the way, Qiao'er, that's what you said about thinking about it last time?"

Zhou Lihua also remembered this: "Daughter, you are not fooling your father and mother, are you?"

"To be honest, are you afraid that we will object to handing over the papermaking technology to your second uncle, so you temporarily held back such a reason?"

Su Yaohui is also a little uncomfortable: "It is better to open a private school than to open a bookstore."

There is simply no comparison between the two.

Su Qiao glanced at the two of them: "What are you anxious about, wasn't I just about to say it?"

Now that I have enough money to open a bookstore, and the molds for movable type printing have come out, everything is ready.

"Xiaohao, go help my sister guard the door of the hospital, and don't let anyone approach our house."

Xiao Hao raised the wooden sword in his hand, patted his chest and said, "Sister, don't worry, I'll squat on the wall, and no one will want to approach our house."

Su Qiao smiled and patted his head: "Well, it's a good performance, I'll give you candy later."

"Sister, can you teach me to learn to calligraphy after eating candy? You haven't taught me to learn to calligraphy for several days."

These days, my sister is either busy in the shop or busy with the new house, so she forgot to teach him to write, and forgot to teach him how to drive.

Fortunately, he consciously asked his father to teach him a few words, and he did not stop practicing swords every day.

Su Qiao smiled.

This little guy used to be unable to learn a word for five days, but now he has made rapid progress and can learn ten words a day.

"Okay, I'll teach you when I'm done talking."

"Well, then I'll go."

Xiao Hao nodded vigorously, aggressively, and took the wind away with a step that he did not recognize.

"When did Saburo love to learn Chinese characters?" Zhou Lihua was confused.

The old lady rolled her eyes at her: "Of course it's because she grew up and became sensible, didn't you see how sensible his sister is now?"