Feng Shiyan stood aside, savoring the freshly baked biscuits, while Wuda was busy packing up the cart.

His movements were extremely quick, and he quickly cleaned up everything, and finally did not forget to solicit some business, "If you think the taste is okay, take care of the business of the small shop in the future, anyway, I have been setting up a stall here."

After speaking, he waved his hand at Feng Shiyan, pushed the cart and left.

"Wait!"

"What's wrong?" Wu Dalang looked back with a puzzled expression.

"No, it's nothing...... The bread is delicious......

Wu Da laughed, looked satisfied, and turned to leave.

Only Feng Shiyan was left holding the baked cake, standing in place thoughtfully...... He wanted to tell Wu Da to be careful of Pan Jinlian, but he swallowed back the words when he came to his mouth, after all, all this was just his speculation, and it could not be used as a basis for judging the facts.

That is...... Unable to hammer down.

It's an amazing encounter! However, thinking of the ending of Zhongwu University, Feng Shiyan couldn't help but feel a little unbearable.

I just don't know if my appearance will change the direction of the whole plot?

However, relying only on the kindness of Wuda, Feng Shiyan decided that no matter what, he could not let his ending be as tragic as in the middle.

After thinking about everything clearly, Feng Shiyan suddenly felt that his thoughts were clear, and then he took brisk steps and returned to his residence.

Sitting at the table, Feng Shiyan fell into contemplation again.

The good news is that business is far more frequent than you think in this era, and if you want to make money by setting up stalls, it is indeed possible!

It's just that there are still many problems to be solved before setting up a stall.

The first is his own job, even if Wan Hongzhuang can be accommodating, once he encounters a busy time...... And how to solve it?

"Other than that...... What else can be done?" Feng Shiyan couldn't help but feel his head big.

"Make money...... Make money ......"

Feng Shiyan's face was solemn, and he muttered to himself, "Di Bao...... It seems that we can only rely on Di Bao!"

Feng Shiyan finally locked his eyes on Di Bao, after all, this was one of the only livelihoods he could think of that could juggle work and make money at the same time.

If there may have been many obstacles to this matter before, after this poetry competition, he believed that if he spoke to Wan Hongzhuang again, he would definitely not refuse.

At most, throw another poem at him.

If one doesn't work, two songs!

Although he still did not know what a poem that could cause the bell to ring, what it meant in this era...... In short, this favor must not be small.

I just don't know if those sages will jump up and fight with him when they know that Feng Shiyan is mistreating their poems like this!

Having said that, since it involves Di Bao, what he urgently needs to figure out is the various processes of Di Bao in this era from publication to printing to listing.

Only by understanding all these processes can he find a way to implement this modern concept of running a newspaper.

Feng Shiyan believes that he will definitely earn his first pot of gold through Di Bao!

After thinking about everything clearly, Feng Shiyan was content to get ready to go to bed, while starting to think about how to talk to Wan Hongzhuang tomorrow.

"Bang bang bang!"

At that moment, there was another sharp knock on the door.

Feng Shiyan's eyebrows raised, and he hurriedly put on his coat and sat up: Who is it? Touching the door so late?

Still, he cautiously came to the door, pressed it against it, and slowly opened a crack.

To his surprise, the person who came was that Wan Hongzhuang...... It's just that for some reason, at this time he was looking intoxicated and leaning crookedly against the door.

His whole body exuded a strong smell of alcohol, and his face was covered with rouge from nowhere.

As soon as he saw Feng Shiyan open the door, a flattering look immediately appeared on his face, and he staggered forward, making a gesture to hug him.

"Brother Feng...... Brother Feng! My good big brother......

Feng Shiyan's heart sank, and he subconsciously took a few steps back, while Wan Hongzhuang fell heavily to the ground because he lost his support, and even some of the things he was carrying in his hands were scattered all over the ground.

But he was not in a hurry to get up, he just sat there in a daze, smirking from time to time, his eyes slightly closed, and it seemed that he would fall asleep in minutes.

Feng Shiyan shook his head helplessly, and hurriedly helped him to the chair on the side.

Looking at Wan Hongzhuang, who was still happy in a daze, Feng Shiyan couldn't help but secretly began to ponder.

"It seems that the influence of that poem ...... It may be far bigger than you think."

He couldn't help but start thinking about what to do in order to win greater benefits for himself. While thinking, he squatted down and took the initiative to pick up the things that Wan Hongzhuang had left on the ground before.

- A few silk scarves of different colors, a few mandarin duck embroidered handkerchiefs with their names, and even a few belly pockets......

Looking at Wan Hongzhuang, who was almost unconscious, Feng Shiyan couldn't help but be a little stunned......

This Wan Hongzhuang, what did he do before?

But at this time, he could only carefully put away those things, and then came to the table and patted Wan Hongzhuang gently.

"Brother Wan, Brother Wan?"

Wan Hongzhuang's brows frowned slightly, and he opened his eyes with difficulty, "Brother Feng......"

In an instant, his expression began to become brighter, and his voice sounded a little more for no reason, "Brother Feng, you are really my good brother!"

"Do you know the ...... of that poem?"

For a while, Wan Hongzhuang was a little incoherent, "My Wan Hongzhuang has not been so brilliant in my life, everyone revolves around me, including Na Dieyi and Yingxue, you know, on weekdays, these two people may not be able to see you if you have money!"

"It's me Wan Hongzhuang, who can make the two of them revolve around me, you don't know that the eyes of those people around me are all jealousy except for envy!"

"Mediocrity, mediocrity!"

Speaking of the rise, Wan Hongzhuang couldn't help but slap the table excitedly, his whole body was red, and his face was excited!

Looking at the ecstatic Wan Hongzhuang in front of him, Feng Shiyan was even more sure of his thoughts...... After this period of getting along, he has already figured out Wan Hongzhuang's preferences. jj.br>

Aside from writing, his favorite thing is to be in front of those dusty women, and in his opinion, nothing seems to satisfy him more than this!

And today, he has obviously been out of the limelight, so that he is so out of shape now.

Feng Shiyan's mind couldn't help but start to come alive: In this way, it seems that there is still a lot of room for manipulation of many things.

Like what...... Di Bao.

Thinking of this, a sinister look slowly appeared on Feng Shiyan's face, "Brother Wan, Brother Wan......

"Hmm...... What?" After the previous emotional catharsis, Wan Hongzhuang was obviously a little tired, and even his eyes seemed to be a little unable to open.

"Do you want to think about it?"

Feng Shiyan's face was sinister and smiling, like a seductive and depraved demon.

"To ...... What do you want?" Wan Hongzhuang subconsciously raised his head, looking dazed.

"Poetry!"

Wan Hongzhuang was excited, and his eyes suddenly widened, "Yes! Yes!"

"Shall I discuss something with you?"

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