Chapter 567 566 [A New Secretary Takes Office]

April 18, 1934 was the first day Yu Peichen served as Zhou Hexuan's secretary.

Early in the morning, Yu Peichen came to the "Ta Kung Pao" newspaper office to collect and sort out some manuscripts from "Ta Kung Pao", "Dazhong" supplement and "Fei Gong" magazine. Zhou Hexuan needed to personally interrogate these manuscripts. In fact, it's not that important, it's just that the content of the manuscript is relatively sensitive, and Zhou Hexuan's signature is required.

Many times when Zhou Hexuan was not in Tianjin, Hu Zhengzhi made his own decisions. Hu Zhengzhi was basically responsible for the affairs of the Ta Kung Pao in Tianjin. As for Zhang Jiluan, he has long put the focus of his work on Shanghai, cooperating with one of Hu Zheng's south and north.

There were not many manuscripts requiring Zhou Hexuan's attention, but the number of letters from all over the country was spectacular. There are letters from readers, letters from scholars, invitations from organizations and individuals, and even courtship letters from female fans.

Especially those letters from readers, which have been piled up for several months and have been filled with two sacks.

Yu Peichen picked up the phone and dialed Zhou Hexuan's home, and said, "Mr. Zhou, how to deal with those backlogs of letters?"

"You can figure it out." Zhou Hexuan simply replied.

"Then... alright." Yu Peichen felt that Zhou Hexuan was a bit unreliable, how could he deal with loyal readers like this?

After hanging up the phone, Yu Peichen first put aside the letters from scholars and the invitation letter from the past two days, and sent them to Zhou Hexuan to open and read them himself.

Next came letters from readers, and Yu Peichen opened one and read it carefully.

This letter was sent from Hubei on November 3, 1933, and the content of the first large paragraphs are all words of admiration. At the end of the letter, the student said that he was about to graduate from college, and his parents forced him to marry a woman whom he had only met three times, and then entered his factory as an assistant (deputy manager). But he has a girl he likes, he wants to pursue free love, and he also wants to go abroad to study advanced western science. After his repeated struggles, his parents agreed to send him to study abroad, but only if he married his family friend's daughter first, otherwise they would not provide tuition fees. He asked Zhou Hexuan how to choose.

In Zhou Hexuan's opinion, there is no need to reply to such a letter, and he is not a bosom sister who specializes in solving life problems.

But Yu Peichen thought it was necessary to reply to the letter, because it was related to the future of a young man, so she immediately wrote:

"Hi student Liu, I am Mr. Zhou's secretary Yu Peichen. I am very happy to receive your letter and thank you for your support to Mr. Zhou. Since Mr. Zhou is busy with daily affairs, I will reply to you. Young People should aim high, set lofty goals for themselves, and strive unremittingly for this goal. I have no intention of discussing your family affairs, because this kind of thing should be chosen by oneself. But you have to remember that China has reached the point of life and death At this juncture, when the country is in crisis, a good man should contribute to the country. If you choose to stay in the family factory to work, then please contribute to China’s national industry and use your financial and material resources to support the anti-Japanese fighters. If you choose to go abroad To study abroad, please study hard and use your academic knowledge to support the construction of the motherland. If you want to study abroad, but your family does not provide funds, you can apply for a study abroad fund..."

Throughout the morning, Yu Peichen only wrote a dozen replies, and it was already noon. Looking at the remaining two sacks of letters, she suddenly felt dizzy, and the workload was too much.

Yu Peichen quickly finished his lunch, and then took the invitation letter and the letter from the scholar, and went straight to Zhou Hexuan's home in a rickshaw.

"Miss Yu, please come in!" The servant led Yu Peichen inside.

Although Yu Peichen is a young lady from a wealthy family, her family fell into poverty when she was young, and she never enjoyed a wealthy life at all. She observed the vast garden all the way, and then looked at the luxurious decoration after entering the house, and she couldn't help but secretly cursed: She really is a wealthy big capitalist!

Cui Huifu personally made a cup of tea for Yu Peichen, and said with a smile: "Miss Yu, please wait a moment. Mr. Zhou is writing a novel in his study, and he will be downstairs soon."

"Thank you," Yu Peichen quickly took the teacup and asked, "Who are you?"

Cui Huifu said: "I am Mr. Zhou's butler Cui Huifu."

"But Miss Cui Huifu, a Tianjin talented woman who is as famous as Lu Bicheng?" Yu Peichen asked in surprise. She lived in Tianjin for many years when she was a child, and went to middle school in Tianjin. Naturally, she has heard of Cui Huifu's name as a talented woman.

Cui Huifu said: "I don't dare to be a talented woman, but I just know some little tricks."

It's really Cui Huiluo who is willing to condescend to be Zhou Hexuan's housekeeper!

Yu Peichen suppressed the shock in his heart and asked, "Sister Cui, I just became Mr. Zhou's secretary, and I don't know much about Mr. Zhou, can you introduce me?"

Cui Huifu's tone was very steady, and she didn't want to disclose any information at all. She just smiled and said, "It's nothing special. Mr. Zhou is a peaceful person. You just need to do your job well."

At this moment, Xiao Lingjun opened the door and ran in, shouting loudly: "Auntie Fu, Auntie Fu, you see I drew another picture. Everyone praises me for a good painting, please praise me quickly .”

Cui Huipo couldn't help laughing, hugged Xiao Lingjun and said with a smile: "Hey, let Auntie Fu see what our little Lingjun drew again."

"The painting is a big train." Xiao Lingjun opened the drawing paper triumphantly.

Cui Huifu took a few glances and said: "The painting is really good, Xiao Lingjun is a genius, remember to keep working hard in the future!"

Xiao Lingjun nodded solemnly: "Well, I want to be a painter when I grow up."

Cui Huifu laughed and said, "Didn't you say last time that when you grow up, you want to be a scholar like your father?"

Xiao Lingjun thought for a while and asked seriously: "Then can I be a painter and a scholar at the same time?"

"Of course." Cui Huipo fondled Xiao Lingjun's head. She was never married, and she loved Xiao Lingjun as her own daughter.

Yu Peichen asked curiously from the side: "Sister Cui, is this Mr. Zhou's daughter?"

Cui Huifu smiled and said, "This is the little princess of the Zhou family, Miss Zhou Lingjun who is loved by everyone."

Xiao Lingjun blinked his big watery eyes, tilted his head to look at Yu Peichen and asked, "Are you a new aunt? All the aunts in the family have babies, so hurry up and give me a younger brother." "

"puff!"

Yu Peichen spat out a mouthful of tea, not knowing how to respond.

Cui Huifu said with a strange expression: "Miss Yu, don't think too much about it, there are no taboos."

"Well, I know." Yu Peichen said quickly.

Meng Xiaodong's voice suddenly came from outside the house: "Lingjun, where have you been?"

"Mom, I'm here!" Xiao Lingjun shouted.

Soon Meng Xiaodong came over and pushed the door open, while Zhang Leyi was hugging little Wei Lie. The two women were very well dressed, as if they were about to go shopping.

Meng Xiaodong quickly dragged her daughter away, and Yu Peichen asked in a daze, "Sister Cui, who of the two is Mrs. Zhou?"

"They are all," Cui Huilu said, "the tall one is the eldest wife Zhang Leyi, and she is holding Mr. Zhou's son Zhou Weilie. The shorter one is Lingjun's mother Meng Xiaodong. She is a Peking opera actress. You should I've heard of it."

Yu Peichen muttered to himself: "It turns out that the rumors in the newspaper are true. Mr. Zhou has more than one wife."

Yu Peichen was soon completely dumbfounded. Through the window of the reception room, she saw Liao Yaquan and Wanrong holding a child each, talking and laughing in the garden basking in the sun. And a foreign woman with a slightly protruding belly asked the servant to come out with a chair, and sat under a tree in the garden to read quietly with a book in her hands.

How many wives does Mr. Zhou have?