Chapter 314 Lang Jun...you seem like a villain!

Author: steam train

Chapter 314 Lang Jun...you seem like a villain!——

That's right.

From the beginning, Zhao Shi never thought about integrating Hexie Newspapers into the Huangshi Di Newspaper. The Huangshi Di Newspaper was his industry. However, his industry could not only have one Huangshi Di Newspaper. Even in the media industry alone, Zhao Shi

At that time, I never thought about letting the Huang family become the sole leader.

it needs opponents,

The world also needs different voices. Only by conveying the same meaning in different voices can the world be convinced of it...

Zhao Shi... looks like a villain.

Zhu Yun trembled fiercely,

real,

It was not until this moment that he truly felt a fear from the depths of his soul towards the young man in front of him who was probably only seventeen or eighteen years old. This was... something that humans could think of? Just when they were still thinking about it

How to use newspapers as meals, prepare them, make them into incense and sell them, but Xiao Zhao’s restaurant next door has already launched customized fast food...

What's this?

This is... a dimensionality reduction blow!

Zhu Yun felt a little lucky for a moment. He was lucky that he was still a bit smart, and he was not like those ordinary people who were unwilling to accept the gains and losses of the moment, and then chose not to hit the wall and not look back. This was... really going to kill him.

of……

"call"

"Your Highness, you are truly a man of God."

even,

Not to mention Zhu Yun, even Er Niang, Er Niang, actually lacks interest in anything that has nothing to do with cooking, even though she has gradually recovered a little, but this time, just like Zhu Yun, she felt an inexplicable tremor.

, and then looking at the back of Zhao Shi, I also felt that Zhao Shi, a very familiar person in the past, seemed to have begun to be invisible...and...unparalleled...terrifying.

No response,

Zhao Shi added calmly: "So, this Hexie newspaper still belongs to you, but I will take 70% of the profits. And when it comes to important information transmission, you must listen to me. In addition, you should do

Whatever you do, I can even provide you with some... help."

help?

What help?

Zhu Yun suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhao Shi: "Could it be that Your Highness still has..." "Gudong" Even though Zhu Yun had been somewhat paralyzed by Zhao Shizhen today, when he thought about this possibility, his lips and teeth still became dry and he swallowed saliva frequently...

It's impossible...but...

"Yes!"

Zhao Shi himself was also collecting stone sculptures during this time, and his collection of stone sculptures was not without gain. At least... he... collected the four major masterpieces.

"A Dream of Red Mansions?"

When Zhao Shi took out the book from his arms, when the book was handed to Zhu Yun's hand, when Zhu Yun only opened one page and glanced at it for a few times, Zhu Yun hugged Dream of Red Mansions as if he was trying to stuff it into his chest.

So tight, even... At this moment, he had the urge to abandon everything and just keep this book as his own, and then...

"call"

Slowly exhaling a breath, Zhu Yun looked at Zhao Shishi again. There was almost no trace of unwillingness in Zhu Yun's eyes, and some... was just admiration: "Your Highness's talent is really like a drop of immortality. Among the billions of scholars, there are countless scholars."

It can be reached by just one person.”

"Stop boasting." Zhao Shi waved his hand boredly: "Look at the title page."

Title page?

Zhu Yun looked at the title page with confusion, and saw that it clearly said: "A Dream of Red Mansions... by Cao Xueqin." So... so? Zhu Yun looked at Zhao Shi with increasing doubts, and saw Zhao Shi calmly said: "Yes.

!Written by Cao Xueqin, what does it have to do with me, Zhao Shi?"

crunch

Zhu Yun wished he could slap the book on Zhao Shi's forehead. If you were not going to die, how could you have separated your pen name from yourself so clearly as you should? Do you really think we are all fools? Do you really think we don't?

Do you know, whether it is Cao Xueqin, Luo Guanzhong, Shi Naian, or Wu Chengen, it is you?

That’s all.

Zhu Yun shook his head helplessly, hugged the "Dream of Red Mansions" in his arms tightly and said, "Your Highness, are you really willing to hand over this book to me?"

certainly!

After all, if he didn't pay anything, how could Zhao Shi have the nerve to ask for 70% of the income from his 80,000 acres of fertile land? Of course, even so, with the proliferation of media, Zhu Yun could still obtain far more wealth than he has now, but...

...Different from now, at that time, even if Zhu Yun held one-tenth of the world's wealth, he was only...a part of Zhao Shi...

"Yes!"

Zhao Shi got up and sent Zhu Yun away. Zhu Yun simply wished he could read "A Dream of Red Mansions" as if he had never had a son and finally had a son. He held it carefully in his arms, holding it tightly to avoid wrinkles and holding it loosely.

Afraid of falling, he slipped out of the back door.

Zhao Shi did not leave in a hurry, but sipped a cup of tea and looked at the Bianhe River downstairs for a while. On the Bianhe River, there were big boats, small boats, ships transporting grain, and painted boats that had just fallen asleep. Painted boats? Zhao Shi slightly

Some lamented that his time travel was different. At least, as the most common brothels, painted boats, oirans, and tour guides in time travel, he didn't even have the opportunity to meet and get to know each other.

What a pity!

"Bill, please."

Zhao Shi stood up slowly, threw down five taels of silver, and took Er Niang out of the building, walked down to the second floor, where the bearded scholar had rested aside, but although he was resting, he was also resting.

Another scholar boasted with similar words: "Your Highness is not the official's biological son? How is that possible? Do you know that day in front of hundreds of officials, blood was shed to recognize relatives, and His Highness's golden dragon surged to the sky?"

Curling his head in embarrassment,

Zhao Shi passed by the table where the bearded scholar sat. Although the bearded scholar was sitting with a golden sword, his whole body tensed up for no reason, and he whispered: "Your Highness."

"Don't pay attention to me."

Zhao Shi waved his hand, but even so, he still ordered in a low voice: "Please help me pay attention to who is spreading the reform of writing style recently."

"yes."

snap

Zhao Shi used his fan to press the shoulders of the bearded scholar who subconsciously wanted to stand up and salute, then unfolded the fan with a bang, and led Er Niang to stagger from the second floor to the first floor, then blended into the crowd and walked a few steps.

, Erniang couldn't help but come over and said: "Lang Jun, for some reason, I feel that you are becoming more and more like a villain."

Zhao Shi was startled,

What did you say?

"I am here for the common people... centralizing power is just following the trend. Besides... you are a schizophrenic and don't know what kind of villain you are. If you are an upright person, go... to Gongyuan."

Gongyuan...

There are many soldiers,

Ouyang Xiu brushed his long sleeves over his face and was crying in a low voice to an old man in his fifties. The old man had a solemn face. Hearing this, he smiled bitterly and said: "Why is this so strange to Your Highness? Before His Highness mentioned it, you have already been preaching against the tawdry.

Is it the wind that makes you bend your teeth?"

"How is that the same?"

Ouyang Xiu couldn't help but pull down his sleeves, and saw that his face was not only bruised and purple, but also had a few scratches: "Without His Highness's support, how could I be so arrogant and make people jealous?"

"You are using strong words to make sense."

Although the old man should have a good relationship with Ouyang Xiu based on his posture, when he heard Ouyang Xiu blaming Zhao, he still had some disagreements. Ouyang Xiu said "gloomily": "Don't you want me to help?"

"What help?"

"Of course I want His Highness to stay in the Gongyuan..." Ouyang Xiu was about to answer, but suddenly he was startled. The voice didn't sound like an old friend. There was no way an old friend could be so cheerful and confident. Soon, Ouyang Xiu saw Zhao Shi coming from his own

came out from behind.

The old man hurriedly saluted: "My lord, Mei Yaochen, see you, Your Highness."

"Mei Qing is polite."

Zhao Shi hurriedly returned the gift. Mei Yaochen was originally the examiner of the imperial examination. Zhao Shi knew about him, so he used his authority to know the imperial examination and promoted him to the examiner of the Mingke Examination of the Three Subjects. Then Zhao Shi looked at it quietly.

Xiang Ouyang Xiu: "If Master Ouyang doesn't want to be the examiner of this Jinshi subject, he might as well do a review paper. The review paper should not be jealous of others."

Be careful.

Ouyang Xiu curled his lips fiercely and asked him to apologize. He might not be able to go on with his apology. After all, he suffered a big loss. However, if he was asked to give up the ancient Chinese movement that he had been obsessed with for a long time, he would not only be chased and beaten by the candidates, but also kicked out by the candidates.

Even if he wanted to kill, he would never give up.

Zhao Shi then looked at Mei Yaochen again. Mei Yaochen had not made much political achievements, but he was very talented in poetry, especially poetry. Even Ouyang Xiu thought that his poetry was not as good as him at this time, but he never thought
To be continued...