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Chapter 940 Shen Qingxi Openly Smuggled Private Goods

Wang Yunxiao couldn't understand Shen Qingxi's choice.

Although his understanding of the Twelve Dharmas system was not particularly deep.

But even if you haven't eaten pork, you have seen pigs run.

Among the twelve dharmas, there is indeed one that is similar to the engineer that Shen Qingxi is practicing.

It means "craftsman".

The method practiced by Lian Luo, the current head of the Communications Section of the Secret Service Bureau.

"Why don't you choose a craftsman?"

“Craftsmen and engineers are two different things.”

Shen Qingxi shrugged and said, "For example, Commander Wang, since you have practiced the method of the palace soldier, why don't you choose to practice the ranger?"

This is a good question, and Wang Yunxiao doesn’t know how to answer it.

One is a soldier and the other is a bandit.

"The soldiers are soldiers. Their duty is to protect the country and the people. They focus on teamwork and obey orders."

"The knights-errant are common people who believe in righteousness and uphold justice and justice."

Wang Yunxiao is not the kind of person who would rush to the frontlines to help the weak and the weak. If he were to travel through time and space to a chaotic world where social order is in chaos, he might choose to be a knight-errant.

But in an era of peaceful and stable social development, he is more willing to trust the government and the collective.

It's very worry-free to have clear instructions telling you what to do.

It's definitely not because he's too lazy to think.

"The difference between engineers and craftsmen is the same. In the eyes of engineers, machines are just tools to achieve the ultimate goal. Craftsmen are more inclined to research and development and manufacturing. The two cannot be equated."

Shen Qingxi explained to him: "Just like for chefs, dog meat is just an ingredient, but for dog owners, dogs are soul mates. You can't confuse the two just because they are both related to dogs."

"That's true, but it's better than practicing witch doctor, right?"

Wang Yunxiao simply couldn't imagine how Miss Shen, a top student from a prestigious university with a major in physics, could practice witchcraft.

Crossing disciplines is a bit too big a leap.

"Don't worry, this won't be a problem for me."

Shen Qingxi is full of confidence.

"In return, I will help you solve the problem of dream echo erosion... Actually, I will have to clean up the mess for ourselves. Sister Bingbing is still in seclusion and may not come out for a while. Letting this echo erosion continue to spread will not do us any good."

"What are you going to do?"

“The point is narrative.”

Shen Qingxi did not say that this was the experience he gained from Li Mumu's mother.

"Ordinary people are affected by the echo in their dreams. When they see various monsters and undead spirits, they will only feel fear and will not be able to interpret the meaning behind them."

"The key issue is how to explain this phenomenon to them."

"We cannot allow those sorcerers and shamans to deliberately fabricate rumors and distort the facts in order to defraud money."

To put it simply, it is about how to interpret dreams.

There are many records of this incident in history books.

The king had a dream about a tiger, so he summoned his officials to inquire about it.

Some officials said that this indicated that your son had grown up and wanted to usurp the throne, so Your Majesty should be on high alert.

Some officials said that this indicated that you were about to recruit a peerless general to help you achieve your ambitions.

Two different interpretations of the same dream will inevitably lead to different results.

The point now is that the government has not come up with a clear statement, so all kinds of great people have started to make up stories and speak nonsense. You can't say there is anything wrong with what they say, because this is what they interpret within their own cognitive scope.

Ordinary people can only understand explanations at this level; they can’t understand anything more complicated.

Wang Yunxiao deeply agreed with Shen Qingxi's explanation.

How to solve it?
He immediately thought of those artists who had just been arrested and thrown into jail.

"If we can write a more reliable story and spread it, it should be able to dispel people's doubts, right?"

This is the most common operation in later journalism - using hot searches to suppress hot searches.

"That's a good idea."

Shen Qingxi nodded in agreement: "I can provide you with a complete story framework, and let those people adapt it into a storytelling book and spread it in the market."

“They can create their own.”

"You are too confident in their ability. Without a clear direction, who knows what they will write."

Shen Qingxi gave Wang Yunxiao a meaningful look.

"You don't want your loved one to be tampered with in the story to become something weird, right?"

That's true.

Wang Yunxiao thought to himself, I know their level, after all, I have critically reviewed their works.

But it’s not certain for you, Miss Shen. With your amazing train of thought, who knows what you can make up?
"From the look in your eyes, it seems like you don't trust me very much?"

"It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that I've never seen you show this kind of talent before, so I want to see it for myself."

"Don't worry, I'm a beautiful genius girl!"

The more you say this, the more worried I become!

Then Wang Yunxiao realized the gap between genius and ordinary people.

After returning to the police station, Shen Qingxi picked up a pen and completed a 3,000-word manuscript in less than an afternoon.

No matter what she writes, with this typing speed, if she is given a computer and goes to Qidian, she will surely be able to succeed.

Wang Yunxiao took it and read it carefully. You know what, it really looks good.

This story tells of Leizu, the wife of Emperor Huangdi, who was buried in the Xuanyuan Tomb after her death. Her coffin was made of amber stone, her shroud was made of blood silk, and her seven orifices were plugged with Kunlun jade, so that her body would not decay for ten thousand years.

This paragraph is adapted from the Investiture of the Gods...

It talks about the origins of the three monsters in Xuanyuan Tomb, but this time they are not fox spirits.

Rather, the President, as a woman, is in charge of the country, busy with all kinds of affairs and mentally exhausted.

Leizu was a spirit, and she sent three maids around her who had absorbed the spiritual energy of the sun, the moon, and the essence of heaven and earth to cultivate themselves into human form, to come to the human world as her incarnations, to adjust the feng shui of the land where the dragon rises for the president, and to assist the president in achieving his great cause.

Today, the three maids are dealing with the filthy karma accumulated in Tianmen City over the past hundred years. In the process, there will inevitably be some omissions, which will cause people in the world to see the sneaky things in the underworld.

This is all normal, and mortals don't need to panic. Once the feng shui of the land is adjusted and the filth and karma are swept away, Tianmen City will naturally have good weather every year.

This is the outline, at least it provides an explanation that ordinary people can understand.

As for how to expand the content and how to create a secondary plot, that is something that artists need to consider.

After Wang Yunxiao finished reading it, he only had one feeling, that there were some private opinions in it, but he couldn't see exactly where these private opinions were reflected.

"That'll be fine?"

"Of course, it also needs to be accompanied by some appropriate publicity."

Shen Qingxi replied with a smile: "If you don't mind, you can add some illustrations or something."

(End of this chapter)