"Third brother, these 'role models' don't have any real skills other than flattering, talking and writing. The court can't keep them in vain, can it? These are the people you suggested to select. You have to give me something.

Find a way to deal with it!"

While those frivolous literati were racking their brains to win the favor of the Royal Daily News, in the Habayashi Medical School, the little fat man was worrying about how to place the previously selected 'role models'.

It turns out that the emergence of these 'role models' was naturally Wang Bing's idea. The purpose was naturally to further divide the literati and gentry.

"this……"

"Your Majesty, Chen Hai and Mr. Chen are outside the camp asking for an audience!"

Just when Wang Bing was thinking about how to arrange these 'role models', Chen Hai, the 'president' of the Royal Daily News, came to Habayashi Wei without knowing why.

"Yes, your Majesty, why don't you hand these people over to the Royal Daily News? They are all using pens anyway, so they can just use their strengths!"

When he heard that Chen Rong was coming, Wang Bing rolled his eyes and immediately thought of the best place to arrange these people.

"Let them go to the Royal Daily News? No, no! These people will only write flattering articles. Let them go to the Royal Daily News. That is not destroying the brand of the Royal Daily News!"

As soon as he heard that Wang Bing was going to stuff these people into the newspaper office, the little fat man immediately shook his head like a rattle.

"Slave, please see Long Live the Lord!"

At this moment, Chen Rong, who came with a sample newspaper for the second day, arrived at the school grounds under the leadership of a Habayashi guard.

"Get up, I don't want you to call yourself a slave anymore, haha!"

Seeing that Chen Rong, who was wearing a python robe, was still as humble as ever, the little fat man couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

"Thank you, Lord Long Live. In front of Lord Long Live, I will always be a slave!"

After getting up, Yang Rong quickly bowed and handed the sample report to the little fat man's outstretched hand.

"Long live my Lord, this slave is guilty. The Royal Daily has suffered losses in the past few months!"

After handing the sample report to the little fat man, Yang Rong knelt down again and begged the little fat man for his sins.

"Oh? Why is this? Didn't you report Royal Daily's profit increased again a few months ago? Why did it suddenly lose money?"

After looking at the sample newspaper in his hand, the little fat man couldn't help but look puzzled.

"Your Majesty, I can't blame Eunuch Yang for this. In order to publish those 'experiences' in the past few months, the cost of this paper alone has increased several times, not to mention other things!"

Pointing to the thick pile of Royal Daily in the little fat man's hand, Wang Bing told Yang Rong the reason for Royal Daily's losses.

"Haha, it turns out that's the case, but I overlooked this point. Yang Rong, please get up and speak!"

After figuring out the reason, the little fat man immediately asked Yang Rong to stand up.

"Third brother, can we end the publication of the 'experience' of Taizu's decree this time? Otherwise, if things continue like this, my Royal Daily News will not be able to bear it!"

Sure enough, in terms of "greed" for money, the little fat man is still the same little fat man, without any change. When he heard that the newspaper was losing money, his first reaction was to stop the loss in time!

"Your Majesty, not only can Taizu's 'New Experience' not be stopped, but it will continue for a long time. It's just that this content can be replaced with a new batch, hehe!"

"Do you still want to change? Then I will continue to lose money?"

As soon as Wang Bing said that he wanted to continue publishing this "experience", the little fat man immediately felt sick.

"Of course we have to keep doing it, otherwise how can we make up for this loss?"

Seeing the little fat man's pain, Wang Bing couldn't help but said with a wicked smile.

"Make up for it? Lao San, what other ideas do you have?"

Seeing Wang Bing's familiar smile, how could the little fat man not know that Wang Bing had another 'ghost idea'.

"Eunuch Yang, do you still remember when you wanted to sell a newspaper for half a tael of silver? Hey, now there is an opportunity for you to sell a 'newspaper' that costs at most one tael of silver for half a tael of silver.

, do it or not?”

Instead of answering the little fat man's question directly, Wang Bing started talking about the time when Yang Rong priced the Royal Daily News at half a tael.

"Uncle Guo, are you joking? If this is true, not to mention half a tael of silver, even two taels of silver would be worth it, hehe!"

As the saying goes, what kind of master is the same kind of slave! Influenced by the little fat man's greed for money and lust, this guy Yang Rong is naturally very keen on wealth matters. Of course, he is such a lustful person, haha, he will

I can only express my gratitude!

"Half a tael means half a tael! What two taels of silver is, isn't that too ridiculous, haha!"

Seeing the eyes of Yang Rong and the little fat man with the same 'golden light' in their eyes, Wang Bing couldn't help but smile evilly.

"Third brother, please stop being so pretentious and tell me if you have any ideas!"

Finally, the little fat man couldn't resist the temptation of money and couldn't wait to ask.

"Your Majesty, weren't you still worried about how to deal with those 'role models' just now? Now it's time to kill them all. Let's run another "Ming Dynasty Royal Weekly" in the newspaper office, and let these people act as editors and be responsible for reviewing those

Contributions from writers!”

"Royal Weekly?"

Hearing this unfamiliar term, the little fat man couldn't help but look confused.

"The so-called weekly magazine, as the name suggests, will not be published every day like the Royal Daily News, but will be published once a week on a certain number of days."

"Of course, this weekly magazine will not be just a few thin sheets like a newspaper, but will be made into a book of twenty or thirty pages. Moreover, the buyers of this weekly magazine are basically literati, gentry or the imperial court.

Official, so the price is higher, so there is nothing wrong with it!"

"Uncle Guo, this method will not affect the normal circulation of the Royal Daily, nor will it affect the common people's understanding of the imperial decrees. It can also obtain huge profits from these literati and gentry. It is really wonderful to kill three birds with one stone!"

Hearing Wang Bing's explanation, Yang Rong, the newspaper president, suddenly couldn't help but bulge in his eyes.

"Yang Rong, you've got it right. This way, it will be more conducive for me and the court to control these literati and gentry, hahahaha!"

"Long live the Lord's foresight and far-sightedness, which I, my slave, can never reach!"

…

In this way, under the stimulation of half a tael for a weekly magazine, the little fat man immediately decided to change the first page of the Royal Daily published the next day to the news of the establishment of the Royal Weekly.

At this point, the "Ming Dynasty Royal Weekly", which was intended to accommodate those 'role models' and increase the internal treasury income of the little fat man, was decided in a few words by a few people.

However, what few people don't know is that in Wang Bing's opinion, this third-rate magazine, which was just for mastering the pen, praising the little fat man's merits and virtues, and earning money from the literati and gentry, has become the Ming Dynasty in the future.

The most influential political weekly!
Chapter completed!