Imperial County Magistrate

Chapter 794 The Power of Newspapers

"Zhao Jiao fought against the demon from outside the territory and was seriously injured! He quietly defended Yangzhou City without saying anything, hiding his merit and fame! It's righteousness!"

"Being reviled by thousands of people and bearing the name of Sha X but not defending yourself, how benevolent!"

"Fight the demons alone and win in the end! Yongya!"

"It is wise to create a football game and improve the physical fitness of the people to benefit the people!"

"How can he be Sha X if he is so benevolent, righteous, wise and brave? How can he be Sha X! Zhao Jiaozhen is the perfect man in this world! The reincarnation of a saint! He is the savior of the world!"

"Only Teacher Zhao is good in the world. Children without Teacher Zhao are like grass! Children with Teacher Zhao are like treasures..."

"Why does Mr. Zhao always have tears in his eyes? Because he loves this land deeply!"

As passers-by from all over the country recited the words with emotion, the eyes of those who finally knew the "truth" about Zhao Kang's loss were all red.

Whether they are dog gamblers or ordinary people, all of them are beating their chests with guilt and heartache on their faces!

On the contrary, as many people praised the reincarnated Saint Zhao, there were as many people angrily scolding the players of the Royal Team!
"Sha x Xiao Da Pao! I just said why my feet are weak at such a young age! It turns out that I was playing football baby!"

"This group of garbage beasts are inferior to pigs and dogs. The Football Association should disqualify them from participating in the future!"

"You even ate sea cucumbers! We had sex the night before the game! You deserve to be kicked like your grandson, a bunch of soft-legged shrimps!"

"I'm so pissed off!"

"What the hell is Li Bingbu? How great is the Minister of War? He kicked out such a rubbish game! He deserves to be executed!"

"Did anyone come to Beijing with me to throw shit?"

"Isn't it good? Is he an official?"

"What's wrong with the official? I haven't seen it in the newspaper. Prince Zhao encourages us Yangzhou people to speak freely and do anything as long as it doesn't break the law. Is it illegal to throw shit? It's immoral at most!"

"Count me in, I have no morals!"

The six ministers who were attending the court meeting suddenly sneezed together.

The surrounding ministers were a little confused. What happened to these big guys?All have a cold?

Looking at His Majesty the Emperor on the dragon throne, he is coughing non-stop like he has a bad cold.

Rubbing his nose, Xiao Xuance cursed, who is scolding me? Could it be that that idiot Lao Zhao is plotting against me again?
As soon as the newspaper came out, the public opinion it brought was really extraordinary. At this moment, Zhao Kang was walking on the street.

The usual hatred and anger in his eyes were gone, replaced by admiration, pain and pity, and no big sha* could be heard.

Someone even said hello.

"Jiao Zhao! Take care of your body!"

"Yes, Teacher Zhao! Please wait a moment and I will bring you two baskets of local eggs. Thank you for your hard work!"

Zhao Kang quickly humbly said: "It's not hard or hard, it's all for the people! Oh, how embarrassing is this, then I will accept it! It doesn't bring any money, hahaha."

Only after they saw him walking away did passers-by dare to speak, full of awe.

"This is Zhao Jiao, the great saint who saved the lives of our Yangzhou people!"

"Yes, when you see him walking, I feel like he is glowing!"

"So holy!"

There were also objections.

"What's written in the newspaper can't be false, right? Is there really an extraterrestrial demon?"

"How do you know nonsense if you haven't seen it? The news in the newspaper was written by those scholars and Master Zhuo!"

"Listen to those names. The Desolate Emperor, the Destroyer, and the Mother Douluo Six-Finger Diao Emperor. Just by hearing the names, they are difficult characters to deal with. Otherwise, with the strength of a third-grade master from Zhao Jiao, he would be seriously injured?"

"It makes sense!"

The egg vendor immediately yelled: "Take a look, take a look, authentic local eggs, Zhao Shengren said he's good after eating them!"

"Eating free-range eggs will make you more energetic in fighting the devil!"

Come to the newspaper office.

Zhuo Wei, who has resigned and determined to be a paparazzi, is writing hard with a group of scholars.

Seeing Zhao Kang coming, Editor Zhao shouted.Zhao Kang was carrying a native egg: "Oh, you're already hungry. Let's eat some eggs before writing. It doesn't have to be so hard! Take a rest here and there."

"We don't have to suffer! When heaven is about to entrust a great responsibility to this people, they must first endure hardship, Editor Zhao!"

"Yes, we don't suffer as much as you!"

Zhao Kang was greatly moved. Everyone was so motivated to work!Intellectuals are useful!
Zhuo Wei stood up: "Editor-in-Chief, I've almost finished the first draft of tomorrow's news. Take a look."

"Okay, let me take a look!"

Zhuo Wei wrote about the prediction of the final the day after tomorrow, between the Medical Institute and the Firearms Institute. This is destined to be a smoke-filled game.

As a person who knows football, Zhao Kang reads it very carefully: "The article is good, but your prediction! How could the group of terrorists from the Firearms Institute defeat this biochemical madman Lin Erniu!"

Zhuo Wei scratched his head: "Not necessarily, editor-in-chief, those people in the Firearms Department are secretive. Last time we played in the Steam Department, these guys had some kind of Abe cut hidden in their crotches. Less than a quarter of an hour after the game started, they all got fucked. There’s not a single one left! They were all carried down!”

"The fighting power cannot be underestimated!"

"Tch, you don't understand football, let me analyze it for you."

Zhao Kang sat down and said, "There are firearms, but those little guys in the medical office are all old silver coins! What about poisoning and acupuncture? I heard that last time the people from Wufu all had diarrhea when they came on the field, so they were kicked out directly. Come out with a score of seven to zero!"

"There was shit and urine flying all over the field, and the smelly spectators left the field! In terms of despicableness and shamelessness, I think the medical clinic is better! Just listen to me!"

Others became interested: "Then Zhao teaches us to suppress the medical clinic?"

"Of course!"

Zhao Kang's eyes were stern: "I have already bought 200 taels of medicine at the lottery station, three to zero! A sure win! Follow me! Just wait for the young model at Yihong Night Club tonight!"

"As expected of Coach Zhao! He really understands football!"

"I'll go buy a medical clinic when I finish work later!"

Zhao Kang nodded with satisfaction, expressed condolences to the employees, and left.

When they got home, the other women were not there, so Wu Xinyi was holding Zhao Fugui and holding a newspaper in her hand.

The little guy's eyes widened when he saw Zhao Kang whining.

Zhao Kang smiled tenderly and walked forward, picked up Zhao Fugui, and threw him into the crib he made.

He picked up Wu Xinyi and said affectionately: "What are you looking at?"

The woman smiled gently: "I read the newspaper to Fugui. The writing on it is quite interesting."

Zhao Kang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He grew up listening to this thing, so what's the point?
"They are all fake stuff, nothing interesting to look at."

Wu Xinyi smiled, stretched out her hand and tapped Zhao Kang: "If you write like this and spread it to the imperial capital, His Majesty will suffer again."

"Don't be afraid. Our Majesty is thick-skinned and thick-skinned. It's not a big problem. What about Linglong and the others?"

"Didn't the sworn sister get a large sum of money? The eldest sister and the second sister decided to set up a bank, so they went to do this."

Zhao Kang got excited: "Open a bank? Why don't you discuss this with me?"

"I don't quite understand either. Why don't you wait until they come back and discuss it carefully?"

"Okay, talk about it later."

Just as he was about to pick up the fourth wife, the woman pushed him away and pointed at the whimpering child beside her.

Glancing at Zhao Fugui, Zhao Kang carried the crib and opened the door, just in time to see Sun Fang leading someone to patrol the street.

Immediately shouted: "Sun Fang!"

Then he threw the crib to Sun Fang: "Take your eldest son out to play, and bring it back to me in an hour."

After that, slam the door!

Sun Fang smiled, pinched the child's face, and went to patrol with the crib in hand.

"General, how many times has this happened! Can our prince say from now on that I brought him up?"

"That's right! Don't look at our relationship with the commander-in-chief!"

(End of this chapter)