Three days later.

Zhou Huan has been running between the newspaper hall, the Ruyi Building and the factory these days.

There are no tall machines in the print shop, but productivity in this world is not bad either.

Thanks to the existence of true qi in this society, and thanks to the fine operation of the warriors, Zhou Huan does not have to think about climbing the technology tree to find out how to make ink and living metal characters in this world, and at the same time to solve various technical details to engage in the publishing industry.

A real martial arts master can strike dozens of swords in a second, and can also ensure that dozens of changes in the moves, this kind of person who is more than an eighth-level fitter has a super hard, super fast and super accurate golden finger, so Zhou Zhou Huan only needs to arrange the layout, and then there will be a martial arts master to engrave on the air-dried wood. Those carving knives that are infused with true energy, under the extremely flexible and precise technique, are quickly carved into woodblocks, and then brushed with ink to print.

Thanks to the Tang Sect, they invented a series of by-products when they made poisons, and this high-quality ink was one of them, which was widely used in the Liang Dynasty.

Thanks to the Demon Gate, they are now the number one paper supplier in Daliang, who likes to disguise and manufacture forged official documents and silver tickets, and can provide qualified and high-quality newspapers, and can also increase the supply in a short time.

Thanks to the swallow gate, a primitive logistics system was established, and at the same time, the delivery of news was faster than a galloping horse, and the people who delivered newspapers were faster than cattle and horses.

Thanks to CCTV...... No, there are also a series of yamen in the Ministry of Rites, and the commonality of bureaucrats and the protection of the Wudang faction pretend to be invisible, so that Zhou Huan can fill the gap in the market in the shortest possible time - but I still don't thank you, Shopkeeper Sun stuffed a lot of active and inactive silver into the major yamen.

Among them, the Tang Gate was founded by Tang Yunniang.

One hundred and forty years ago, after the death of Princess Pingyang, Tang Yunniang founded the Tang Gate in Shudi.

Although she was never married in her life, she succeeded her brother's grandson as the successor of her own lineage, time passed, Miss Tang became Aunt Tang, and then became Mrs. Tang, with white hair and red face, green silk turned to ashes, only the portrait she hung in the lobby of the Tang Gate has not changed.

It's a pity that Zhou Huan didn't dare to pin her hopes for Tang Yunniang on Tang Men, Tang Yunniang has killed a lot of Tang scum over the years, she even advertised that she has nothing to do with Tang Men, and the father of the current head of Tang Men was killed by Tang Yunniang.

The new newspaper was printed in unison, and when you opened it, you could see a four-panel cartoon on the front page, the first of which was a man drinking and tasting fennel beans, and another little girl standing beside him.

In the second painting, a man is eating a sugar gourd, and not far away a few Hu figures are pulling a group of little girls, whose faces are blurred, except for one who is eleven or twelve years old.

The scroll changes backwards, with the man killing one of the Hu people with the bamboo sticks of a sugar gourd, and the girl holding the arm of another Hu man and biting it down.

A total of four pictures are not long, there is a line of words below, it is written that Wang Huan's family lives in Chuzhou City, and his sister was separated after being kidnapped by a group of gangsters, Wang Huan learned the news and knew that his sister had arrived in Beijing, so he came to look for it, so he published such a missing person notice in the newspaper, hoping that his sister could contact him after seeing it.

Wang Huan's sister is called Wang Yunniang, but no one will think of Tang Yunniang, because now people in the world have long stopped calling Tang Yunniang, and few people even know Tang Yunniang's name, and the name is Tang Niang, the ancestor or the Tang master.

As for her and Zhou Huan's encounter in Yongzhou City, no one knows, she didn't tell others about that experience, and there is no text handed down, and it is impossible for Zhou Huan to say it back then, so that people know how he saved a little girl.

As soon as she saw the newspaper, she knew that the ancients were reborn.

This picture is printed on the bottom right of the front page, before the newspaper was founded, Zhou Huan negotiated with those people, and this page was left to Zhou Huan, and only this search was published in a year.

The reason why it was a year, Zhou Huan felt that if Tang Yunniang couldn't see this picture within a year, he would have to think of something else.

This is Zhou Huan's way of looking for people, the way to keep throwing leaflets all day long to find Tang Yunniang, instead of entrusting an agency and a few people to inquire in the vast sea of people.

"Mr. Zhou, how will the layout of the next advertisement be arranged?"

Someone asked, it was an apprentice who had been recruited. What is the most difficult thing about running a newspaper in this world? Not only is it a question of financial access, but also because it is a real commercial newspaper, so every initiative needs to be groundbreaking.

At first, not many people were optimistic about Zhou Huan's move to run a newspaper, thinking that this thing would not make much money after removing costs and labor expenses, but they didn't expect that advertising fees would make a lot of money.

At the beginning, several stores and merchants who were asked to advertise in friendship were very reluctant at the beginning, but now they have made a lot of money, and they are now crying and asking Zhou Huan to renew the advertising space according to the original price, of course, this is impossible, the current price increase of twenty times is not ranked, Zhou Huan even considered the most expensive fifty times increase.

"According to the treaty, we are the new newspaper, don't ruin our reputation, and it doesn't matter if we make less money. ”

Zhou Huan said to Qingmeng beside him, now there are four disciples of the Wudang Sect around Zhou Huan, and they are closely protecting Zhou Huan.

"No problem, we'll definitely pay attention. ”

As long as any industry makes money, there will be many followers below, and there have been several imitation newspapers in the capital in the past two days, but it is more than a few streets worse than the Beijing Times.

Everyone knows that the main reason why the Beijing Times can emerge is because of Zhou Huan, without this person, maybe there is no such thing as a newspaper now.

"Boss, it's not good, the Ministry of Rites sent someone to say that the style of the Beijing Times is exaggerated, obscene, obscene, sexual, and emotional, and asks for the suspension of publication for rectification!"

An apprentice ran over and said loudly to Zhou Huan.

"What?"

Zhou Huan frowned, although the Beijing Times has transferred a lot of money these days, it has made Boss Sun bigger than what should be done, and he is also very cautious in publishing articles.

At this time, a group of people walked in the door, led by a six-grade official uniform, his expression was arrogant, and behind him was a group of ill-intentioned officials, and behind him, there was a person who was moaning in pain.

It was a martial artist invited by Sun's shopkeeper, and his body was covered in blood.

"The Jinghua Times is so bold, this official came to inspect and dared to let his subordinates attack this official!"

As soon as the official's voice fell, Martial Master Qin argued loudly: "I didn't do anything at all, I just blocked you from coming to inform the master, and you broke my leg after you buckled me with the official skin......

"Smack!"

Someone kicked Martial Master Qin's face, and blood sprayed all over the ground.

"Talky, who is Wang Huan?"

The officer nodded and asked.

"Who are you?"

Zhou Huanyi did not bow his head, and the second did not surrender himself, but asked lightly.

"This official etiquette department has been an official for ten thousand years, why don't you still salute a civilian when you see this official?"

Zhou Huan's expression made Lang Wannian's face flash a trace of anger, he liked to concoct these little guys who didn't know the height of the sky, and wait until Zhou Huan fell into his hands, see how he would beg for mercy.

"Qin Yong, if you have an accident, my family will be responsible, and if you die, these people will be buried for you. Qingmeng, take me away. ”

Looking at the fear of the people around him for the government, Zhou Huan's expression was still very calm.

"This?"

Qingmeng looked a little at a loss, he hadn't encountered such a thing, especially if he was an official and brought a group of officials, shouldn't he have a few words at this time?

"The face is ugly, the money is hard to earn, the Wudang Sect has made so much money, can't even guarantee my safety? Do you want me to go to the yamen with this petty official and then be locked up in prison?"

There was a hint of mockery in Zhou Huan's voice, the son of a daughter couldn't sit down, he was locked up in prison, and then he found a lot of people to pretend to be Zhou Huan didn't do it, and no one knew what would happen if he fell into the hands of the enemy.

"I am Lang Wannian of the Ministry of Rites, and I was ordered by the Ministry of Rites to suspend the publication of the Beijing Times, and brought Wang Huan and others to the court for interrogation. ”

Lang Wannian didn't bother to say anything, cut through the chaos quickly, and directly issued the order of Shangfeng, and ordered the officials to start sealing the factory.

"Sir, let's take a step to speak. ”

A petty official on the side pulled Zhou Huan and said with a smile, "Your name is Wang Huan, this matter is actually an order from the peak, and we are also executing the order, you see ......"

His fingers rubbed, the meaning was already obvious, but Zhou Huan only shook his head.

"Mr. Wang, the equipment of the newspaper office is worth a lot of money, in case it is damaged......

"Get out. ”

Zhou Huan said softly, but showed his attitude completely.

"Mr. Wang, since you are not sensible, then let our people help you be sensible. ”

The petty official was not angry, and said to his subordinates with a smile, "It's normal to give up good money, Mr. Wang, don't regret it." ”

All this happened in front of Lang Wannian, and Qingmeng also saw it in his eyes.

"Mr. Wang, if you don't bear with it first, I guarantee that no one will dare to hurt you, after all, the people from the imperial court are here. ”

Qingmeng Daoren's words made Zhou Huan frown, he looked at this shrewd and capable Wudang faction real person on weekdays, and suddenly laughed, the Wudang faction would be hell if he didn't get the news in advance.

"This is what the Wu-Tang Clan is like. ”

The officials began to check the Beijing Times, their hands and feet were very rude, and they could see that they were deliberately damaging the equipment, while the warrior lying on the ground groaned in pain, and a government officer stepped on his foot and looked at Zhou Huan coldly.

"Mr. Wang, come back with us. ”

The little official walked in front of Zhou Huan with a smile, but the next moment his expression froze.

A cold light bloomed from Zhou Huan's waist, his head flew high, and then rolled to Lang Wannian's feet with a long list of bloodstains.

"Ahh

Lang Wannian let out a miserable scream, and his body took two steps back sharply.