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Chapter 108 Layers of exploitation (kneeling to subscribe)
Zhou Guo.

Imperial Palace, Qianqing Palace.

Sitting on the dragon chair, Emperor Zhou looked at the information presented by Dongchang with neither joy nor sadness.

before the case.

The eunuch Wang Zhi, who was dressed in a flying fish suit, was kneeling on the ground, with a soft voice.

"The assassination plan was made a month ago. At that time, Dongchang didn't know enough about No. [-] Village to know that they were so well informed."

Not finished yet.

Emperor Zhou slowly put down the information in his hands, his eyes were gloomy, and he said indifferently: "What do you mean, the failure of the assassination was unexpected and has nothing to do with you?"

Wang Zhi's pale and beardless face showed a look of fear, and he said tremblingly:
"Your maidservant has absolutely no intention of that. The maidservant is also the admiral of Dongchang. If the assassination fails, the maidservant should bear the full responsibility. The maidservant deserves to die. Your Majesty, please punish me."

Hearing this, Emperor Zhou glanced at him, picked up the memorial again, and said casually:

"Assassinating Emperor Qian in the capital of Qian Kingdom, I didn't have high expectations, and it's only natural for me to fail."

When Wang Zhi heard this, he understood that Emperor Zhou did not intend to pursue responsibility, and a stone in his heart fell to the ground.

Stretching out his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, he squeezed out a flattering smile and said:

"The slave girl understands in her heart that the Holy Majesty loves the slave servant so much that she said so. Being able to serve the Holy Majesty is a blessing that the servant has cultivated in eight lifetimes. The servant really does not know how to repay the kindness of the Holy Majesty."

Zhou Huang looked at the information in his hand, and said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, let me ask you, what is the newspaper mentioned above?"

Wang Zhi hurriedly replied: "Returning to the emperor, the so-called newspaper is actually a piece of paper with various contents printed on it, including story books, notices, pictures, and product introductions."

"The newspapers popular in the capital today are called Dagan Monthly, and the scripts printed on it are called "Nie Xiaoqian" and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". Boys of three or four years old are all addicted to it and cannot extricate themselves."

"Besides, the servant girl also found out that Dagan Monthly is printed by Dagan's Zhufengxuan, and this Zhufengxuan is inextricably linked with Zhenbaozhai."

"As far as we know, behind Zhenbaozhai is Qianguo Xiangguofu."

"Thus, the servant girl can infer that this newspaper is something that the Prime Minister of the Qian Kingdom fiddled with. The purpose is to use the script to attract the people and promote the court."

have to say.

As the admiral of the East Factory, Wang Zhi still has a good hand in reporting.

In a few short sentences, the context of the newspaper and the interests involved were clearly explained without any muddling.

After hearing this, Emperor Zhou put down the information in his hand, with a thoughtful look on his face.

After a while.

He looked at Wang Zhi and asked, "What are the difficulties in printing newspapers?"

Wang Zhi replied: "As far as I know, there is no difficulty."

Emperor Zhou frowned slightly, and asked, "If that's the case, why is Dagan Monthly only popular in the capital?"

Wang Zhi replied: "My servant thinks that there are three reasons, one is that newspapers have just become popular, and many merchants have not yet reacted, so no one follows suit.

The second is that Dagan Monthly is really cheap, a copy costs only one penny, not only the storytellers in the hook column, but even beggars on the roadside can afford it, so it is widely circulated.

The third is that "Nie Xiaoqian" and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" are exciting enough, far surpassing other story books on the market, and other merchants want to follow suit, but they are powerless. "

The voice fell.

Zhou Huang showed a thoughtful expression.

After a while.

He made a decision, looked at Wang Zhi, and ordered: "I am recruiting scholars who can write scripts in Dazhou, and whoever can write a script comparable to "Nie Xiaoqian" will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver!"

"Then send people to secretly print the Dagan Monthly, and change the notice of the Qian Kingdom court to promote the content of the New Deal. You should know how to do it."

Wang Zhi responded hurriedly: "Your servant understands!"

"Go."

"The slaves retire."

After Wang Zhi left Qianqing Palace, he raised his eyes to look at the blue sky, feeling the joy of surviving a catastrophe.

Although he is the eunuch who is the supervisor of rites and the eunuch of Bingbi, he is also the admiral of the East Factory, and he has great power.

But that's just in front of outsiders.

All his powers come from Emperor Zhou.

In front of Emperor Zhou, he was a lackey who could be discarded at any time.

As the saying goes, accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger.

No one knows what this moody His Majesty will take out his anger on him.

and so.

Every time Wang Zhi entered the Qianqing Palace, he was always in fear, for fear that something might go wrong.

Fortunately, this crisis was finally passed safely.

Wang Zhi let out a long breath, recalling what Emperor Zhou said just now, he hurriedly cheered up and walked towards the Dongchang yamen.

Arrived at the East Factory Yamen.

As soon as he entered the door, he met Chang Chengren, who was in charge of thousands of households.

When Chang Chengren saw Wang Zhi, he hurriedly stood up and saluted respectfully:
"Meet the factory owner!"

Wang Zhi looked at him and ordered: "Get 1000 taels of silver from the account office, find a few scholars in the capital who can write scripts, and put them in prison. When will they write something comparable to "Nie Xiaoqian" and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"?" The script, when will you let them out?"

Chang Chengren was slightly startled when he heard this, and asked curiously:
"The factory owner wants to read the script?"

Wang Zhi squinted at him, and said angrily, "Look at the script! This is His Majesty's will!"

Chang Chengren's eyes were blank, and he asked, "Your Majesty wants to read the script?"

Wang Zhi was so angry that he squeezed the orchid fingers and scolded: "You idiot, what else do you have in your mind besides the scriptures!"

Chang Chengren lowered his head and said nothing.

Seeing this, Wang Zhi sighed inwardly, and explained: "Your Majesty is looking for a scholar who can write scripts, and prepares for the weekly magazine!"

Only then did Chang Chengren come to his senses, and hurriedly said, "This subordinate understands!"

After finishing speaking, he showed hesitation, and said, "I have a question, and I don't know if I should ask it or not."

"Say!"

Chang Chengren asked: "The factory owner wants his subordinates to receive 1000 taels of silver, for what purpose?"

Wang Zhi took a deep breath, calmed down, and asked, "Tell our family, how did you become this Qianhu?"

Without hesitation, Chang Chengren replied, "If you go back to the factory owner, your subordinates will be hereditary."

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Wang Zhiqiang resisted the urge to slap him, and said impatiently: "Money is for rewarding scholars! Whoever can write a wonderful storybook, 1000 taels of silver will go to him!"

Chang Chengren was stunned for a moment, his eyes showed surprise, and he thought:

"Rewarding the scholar who wrote the story book, is it worth 1000 taels of silver?"

"The group of stinky script writers, can't they just get rid of it with bad food?"

I thought so in my heart, but didn't say it out, I just bowed and said:
"My subordinates understand!"

Wang Zhi glanced at him, seemed to understand his thoughts, and warned:
"Our family's ugly words are up front. This 1000 taels of silver is a reward from His Majesty. If you dare to swallow it in your own stomach, be careful of the head on your neck!"

Chang Chengren said with a sneer: "Even if my subordinates have a hundred guts, they wouldn't dare to do this."

Wang Zhi snorted coldly and said, "You better not dare, if something happens, don't blame our family for not reminding you!"

Chang Chengren looked solemn, and said seriously: "The words of the factory owner are all kept in mind by the subordinates, and they will never dare to disobey."

Wang Zhi waved his hand and said, "Go away!"

"Subordinates retire!"

Chang Chengren saluted, turned and left.

out of the hall.

With a look of contempt on his face, he spat and cursed in his heart:
"Bah! Dog castrate!"

Immediately afterwards, without stopping, he walked to another room.

house.

A man in his 30s, like Wang Zhi, was wearing a flying fish suit.

He was lying on the table, looking at the newspaper in his hand, looking bored.

"Zhao Baihu, I will give you 300 taels of silver, and go to the street to drag a few scholars who can write scripts into prison. If they can't write scripts, they will not be released!"

Chang Chengren walked into the room, looked at the man lying on the table, and ordered.

Zhao Baihu was a little confused when he heard this, and asked curiously:

"Why did Master Qianhu do this?"

"Did the person who wrote the storybook offend your lord?"

Chang Chengren said lightly: "This is His Majesty's will, what does it have to do with me!"

"His Majesty's will?"

Zhao Baihu was even more at a loss.

Why does Your Majesty arrest the scholar who wrote the storybook?

Seeing his appearance, Chang Chengren said impatiently: "Let me tell you, can I do it? If I can't, I will find other hundred households!"

Zhao Baihu hesitated for a moment and asked, "Master Qianhu, what is the 300 taels of silver?"

Chang Chengren said: "It is a reward from His Majesty to the scholar!"

Zhao Baihu's face revealed a sudden expression.

What kind of reward do you want for a group of stinking script writers?

A few bowls of rice were sent away.

If it doesn't work, just give me a few taels of silver.

In the end, most of the 300 taels of silver had to go into his own pocket.

"300 taels of silver is considered a fat job."

Think of this.

Zhao Baihu didn't hesitate any longer, and hurriedly said: "Do it with a humble job!"

Chang Chengren glanced at him, and warned: "Try to find some powerful scholars, don't just recruit some beggars to make up the numbers, the written words are meant to be sent to the factory owner, or even His Majesty!

If something happens at that time, you will bear the blame! "

Zhao Baihu laughed twice, and replied: "Master Qianhu, don't worry, it's hard to find three-legged toads, and two-legged scholars are everywhere, not to mention the scholars who can't get fame in the exam and can only write scripts." , that’s even more of a grab!

The humble job must do this for you beautifully and properly! "

Chang Chengren looked at him and said: "There are many people who are more efficient than you in handling things. This officer sees that you like to read story books on weekdays, so I entrust this matter to you. Don't let this officer down."

Zhao Baihu hurriedly said: "My lord's kindness and humiliation are all in my heart, and I will definitely repay my lord in the future!"

Chang Chengren showed a satisfied smile, nodded, waved his hands and said, "Go."

"Yes, my lord!"

Zhao Baihu bowed his hands, folded the newspapers on the table, stuffed them into his arms, picked up his saber, and walked out.

After leaving the house, the first thing to do is to call the Yamen's fan servants.

With a serious expression, he solemnly said:

"His Majesty's will!"

"Go to the street to arrest the scholar who wrote the storybook and put him in jail!"

"Catch one, and you will be rewarded with a hundred coins! Until you catch a hundred!"

When more than a dozen fan servants heard this, they looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling a little unbelievable.

The scholars who wrote the story books provoked who, why did His Majesty arrest them?
And make up a hundred?

Seeing their expressions, Zhao Baihu frowned slightly, snorted coldly, and said coldly:
"Didn't you hear what I said?"

The fan servants were all stunned, and hurriedly said:

"The humble official heard it!"

Zhao Baihu looked around with sharp eyes and said loudly:
"It's good to hear it!"

"set off!"

(End of this chapter)