Dad, don't be greedy! My brother climbed into the emperor's bed, and I became famous overn

After nightfall, the doctors in charge of each research and development section took the blueprints home to study.

Gu Mingli rubbed his sore shoulders and went to the backyard.

A door has been installed in the brick wall adjacent to the Control Yuan.

He stood in front of the wall, stretched out a big yawn, and his joints cracked a few times.

The aroma of food wafted from the kitchen of the neighboring Supervisory Commission, the smell of cooking oil mixed with the scent of scallions filling my nostrils.

Gu Mingli sniffed, and his stomach growled in response.

Suddenly, the mechanism door was opened from the other side.

Yi Shi appeared carrying a food box.

"Young Master!"

He chuckled and placed the food box on the stone table in the courtyard, then opened a drawer and served a steaming bowl of plain noodles.

"The Censorate prepared an extra meal. His Majesty instructed us to supervise you as you finish it."

Gu Mingli: "..."

These lines sound familiar.

Gu Mingli chuckled softly.

"Okay, okay, okay."

He took the bowl and sat down at the stone table.

The bowl was topped with two soft-boiled eggs and a few thin slices of braised pork.

The broth was clear, with a few scallions floating on top, making it look very tempting.

Gu Mingli happily slurped up the noodles and finished them off.

Er Yi, who was watching from the side, quickly took out a piece of paper to write it down, caught a carrier pigeon and flew back to the palace.

For the next few days, Gu Mingli practically lived in the newspaper office compound.

The doctors from the Ministry of Works were divided into two groups.

A group of artisans built the soaking pool and pulping tank for papermaking, following the process shown in the book.

Another group led people to make printing press parts, making a clanging and clattering sound.

Gu Mingli arrives before dawn every day and doesn't leave until it's completely dark.

Sometimes I'm too lazy to even walk, so I just spend the night on the tatami mat in my office.

When I woke up the next day, my neck was so stiff it felt like a stick, and I couldn't even turn it.

The people in the Ministry of Works were initially afraid of this fourth-rank official, thinking he was just all talk.

As a result, this young Master Gu rolled up his sleeves and reached into the soaking pool to test the softness and hardness of the bamboo with the craftsmen. He then took it out and crushed it with his fingers to check the length of the fibers.

His fingernails were filled with grayish-brown bamboo pulp, and the back of his hands were red and peeling from being soaked in alkaline water, but he didn't care. He just shook his hands and kept working.

Those below saw this and dared not slack off anymore.

Everyone was putting in their best effort to get ahead, afraid that their assigned tasks would hold them back.

On the evening of the seventh day, the printing press was assembled.

The first batch of printing paper was removed from the drying rack.

Gu Mingli carefully picked up a piece of paper and held it up to look at it in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The paper is thin yet tough, with uniform light transmission, a smooth and flat surface, and no obvious fiber clumps.

He gently stroked the paper with his fingertips.

It has a delicate texture, a bit rougher than the Xuan paper currently available in Dayong, but much finer than hemp paper.

enough.

Printing newspapers doesn't require the top-grade Xuan paper used for writing and painting.

This quality is just right.

……

While Gu Mingli was working day and night at the newspaper to meet the deadline, Gu Mingyue was not idle either.

The day after she returned to Beijing, she went to Pujitang Logistics Park.

The logistics park has changed a lot since then, and the newly built sites have been put into use.

The parking area for horse-drawn carriages alone occupied three streets, with a constant stream of carriages coming and going.

As soon as Gu Mingyue's carriage stopped at the entrance of the office area, Pei Yu came out to greet her with a smile.

"The boss is back!"

Wen Yanzhi, Yan Xiaoliu, and Master Lu followed closely behind.

"Boss!"

"Master, you're finally back!"

Several people gathered around, offering greetings and asking after his well-being.

Gu Mingyue nodded, and without exchanging many pleasantries, walked straight to the office room.

"Bring the ledgers up, let's go inside and talk."

Tea and snacks were already prepared in the meeting room.

Gu Mingyue sat down in the main seat, and a waiter came forward to pour her tea. Yi Wu stood at the door with his hands behind his back.

Pei Yu and the others sat down in a row at the lower end.

Master Lu handed over the account books.

Several thick books, categorized by subject.

Gu Mingyue took it and opened the first book.

The moment her gaze swept over the general ledger, her pupils dilated dramatically.

[The Orange Peel Business Division reported a net profit of five million taels over the past three months.]

Gu Mingyue: "???"

Five million taels?!

Didn't she limit the price of the orange peel? How can she still make such a large profit?!

Gu Mingyue suddenly raised her head, feeling completely lost in the world.

Seeing the shock in his employer's eyes, Master Lu stroked his goatee with satisfaction.

He stood up and bowed deeply to Gu Mingyue with great admiration.

"The boss is truly a genius! He has an eye for talent! Back then, you saw the potential in the western part of the city and bought those five barren mountains that no one had ever bothered with."

"At first, no one understood, but later they found out that the orange-red hills only occupied the first two; weren't there three more barren mountains behind them?"

"In the past few months, the Orange Red Division has already exceeded its annual production target ahead of schedule. With nothing to do, the workers felt they couldn't just take the wages from the boss for nothing, so Manager Shi personally led the team to explore the remaining three barren mountains."

"And guess what happened?" Master Lu deliberately kept everyone in suspense, his old eyes gleaming with the light of someone who had discovered a gold mine.

Gu Mingyue's lips twitched slightly: "..."

No! I don't want to guess! Shut up!

Her intuition was screaming alarm bells; a terrible premonition was looming!

Could it be that the guys have gone off on a treasure hunt all over the mountains?!

Master Lu, however, couldn't understand his boss's utter despair.

He exchanged a glance with Yan Xiaoliu across from him, and the two smiled proudly.

"And it turns out! Those three seemingly barren mountains behind were actually teeming with a very special kind of tea tree!"

"At first, no one knew each other, so Manager Yan took the tea tree leaves and went around asking about it in the martial arts world."

"Heaven helps those who help themselves; he finally learned about this extremely rare tea tree variety from a retired old tea farmer!"

Master Lu took a deep breath, his voice filled with excitement.

"This tea tree, which must grow in that unique red rock soil, is called: Da Hong Pao!"

"Hiss~~~~"

Gu Mingyue gasped, her voice trembling slightly.

"Wuyi rock tea... Da Hong Pao?"

"Yes! It's rock tea!"

Yan Xiaoliu's face was full of proud smiles.

"The old tea farmer said that the Cold Abyss Alliance used to produce this kind of tea more than ten years ago, but they couldn't find suitable tea trees, so they stopped making it."

"This tea variety can only grow in reddish-brown rocky soil. No one else can grow it!"

"Master, what foresight you possess! Those barren mountains of ours are all composed of this unique landform, reddish-brown rock and soil!"

"The mountains and fields are covered with these top-quality tea trees; they're worth a fortune!"

"Following the methods taught by the veteran tea farmers, Manager Shi has led his team to work overtime and produce the first batch of fermented tea!"

"As requested by the veteran tea farmers, this tea variety is called 'Oolong.' We're waiting for your return so you can personally set the price and launch it!"

Gu Mingyue slumped helplessly into the armchair, staring despairingly at the carved ceiling of the side room.

Good heavens, in this time and space, oolong tea was actually born in this way!

This is Da Hong Pao! That's a tribute-grade tea that would later fetch a price that would make green tea look like it's being rubbed into the ground!