What do you say?"

Wan Hongzhuang's expression seemed to be a little hesitant, but the only remaining reason was completely destroyed by the previous scene in an instant...... At that time, he stood in the center of the field alone, with a beauty on the side, accepting everyone's worship!

It is naturally impossible to drop pie in the sky, but ...... What if?

His eyes began to become misty, and the corners of his mouth opened an exaggerated arc, "Just say, whatever I can do, it's all up to you!"

"Okay!"

Feng Shiyan excitedly took a piece of paper from the side, and immediately began to put pen to paper.

Wan Hongzhuang looked at Feng Shiyan blankly, muttering the words on the paper:

"Now, through friendly negotiation between Feng Shiyan and Wan Hongzhuang, it has been decided to hand over the management of Suzhou Di Bao to Feng Shiyan with full control, and Feng Shiyan has all the decision-making power over the layout and content of the Di Bao, and this is hereby used as evidence!"

In fact, Feng Shiyan didn't know what the notes of this era were, but at this time, he only had one idea in his heart, that is, to find a way to confirm this matter as soon as possible!

As long as Wan Hongzhuang is coaxed to sign his name first, everything in the follow-up will be negotiable.

After writing, Feng Shiyan handed the piece of paper to Wan Hongzhuang, "Sign it, and I'll send you another poem when the time comes, no, two!"

Wan Hongzhuang looked at this piece of paper with sleepy eyes, and he didn't know if he could see clearly, what was written on this paper?

Without much hesitation, he signed his name, and then lay down on the table and fell into a deep sleep......

Unlike the calm in the west of the city, the entire Suzhou Mansion has completely fallen into an undercurrent.

"What! There is actually someone in Suzhou Mansion who can make a poem into a bell?"

In the courtyard of a deep house somewhere in the east of the city, a middle-aged man in a solid color bedrobe was leaning on a wide Taishi chair, listening to the report of his subordinates.

His brow furrowed, and his knuckles subconsciously tapped on the armrest, looking thoughtful.

"Exactly!"

The man kneeling below bowed his head and replied, "It is said that this man is the son and nephew of Lord Wen in the west of the city, and he is also on an errand in the government office in the west of the city."

"Mr. Wen...... Wait, is that man's name Wan ...... What is coming?"

The middle-aged man's brows were furrowed, as if he was lost in thought.

"Wan Hongzhuang! Adults must have heard of him, that is, the madman who is obviously good at writing, but prefers to find another way, and vainly wants to write a book to prove the truth."

"It was him!" The man's face froze, "But...... How could it be him?"

"I've never heard that this Wan Hongzhuang is good at poetry?"

"This ...... The subordinates don't know."

"It's okay!" The man waved his hand a little tiredly, "Maybe it's just an accident, but I'll have to keep an eye on him and report the situation in time!"

"Yes!" Then the spy turned and left, and disappeared into the night.

Only the middle-aged man was left sitting in the middle hall, deep in thought, "Is the literary world going to flourish...... Or is it a return to the light?"

Unlike many people's worries, the entire Fengyue realm in Suzhou has fallen into unprecedented turmoil!

I don't know how many Fengyue women began to sigh, how could they be blinded by the lard at that time, and they couldn't go to the west of the city, meet with the prince of Wan, and get in touch with the first layer of relationship.

- Dieyi and Yingxue, the two sluts, almost wrote a few big characters related to themselves and Wan Hongzhuang on their faces, and swaggered through the market day and night.

Especially the proud building, which has really deserved its proud name recently, has been in the limelight for a while!

It is said that there have been a lot of sons who have gone to find Na Yingxue recently, and they are exaggerated to the point that even if there are people, you may not be able to see her, and there is a faint situation of suppressing Suzhou......

All because of that "red bean"!

"Hey......

Countless Fengyue women sighed faintly, if ...... If they can get the favor of Wan Gongzi and get a gift of poems or essays, then their worth will rise geometrically.

At the same time, in the entire Fengyue world of Suzhou, Wan Hongzhuang's image has also been completely demonized, and even different opinions are disagreed.

Some people say that he was a rare handsome son in the turbid world, but because of his dissatisfaction with the injustice of the world, he chose Taoguang to cultivate obscurity, and this time, it was his first move to show his sword to this unfair world!

Some people also say that he is the reincarnation of a poet, and such poems are easy for him to come by, and this one happened to come out this time, which is just the most ordinary one among the countless poems he wrote......

Some people also say that the four major Oiran and Xiangning Lady of Fengyi Pavilion have a great relationship with him!

In short, all kinds of rumors about Wan Hongzhuang, through the land of smoke and willows, are in an explosive situation, spreading to the whole of Suzhou, intensifying......

The only thing that is clear is that all the Qinglou women in Suzhou Mansion are waiting for him and expecting something to happen to him......

It's a pity that he is in the west of the city......

However, about Wan Hongzhuang's lustful matter, it is becoming more and more boiling, looking at the entire Suzhou Mansion, no one knows it, no one knows it.

But that's not a problem, for these Qinglou women, the most fearful thing is that he is not lustful!

is also in response to the old saying, in the past, you ignored me, and now I am, you can't afford to climb!

Also, the top of the distant mountain not far from Suzhou.

Song Jiangzheng stood alone on the top of the mountain, his eyes full of deep meaning.

His brow furrowed, and the clear sound of a bell rang in his mind from time to time.

After a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself:

"It seems that the infiltration of Suzhou Mansion must continue to be strengthened!"

Government Office.

Feng Shiyan and Wan Hongzhuang sat opposite each other, silent.

"So, this is what I signed?"

Wan Hongzhuang waved the crumpled "contract" in his hand and shook his head speechlessly, "Feng Shiyan, Feng Shiyan, this is ...... Yours is the real thing!"

"Black and white, do you still want to deny it?" Feng Shiyan snatched the piece of paper and refused to let go.

"Besides, didn't I promise you two more poems when the time comes?"

"Uh......" Wan Hongzhuang's expression froze, mainly because this condition was so tempting that he couldn't find any reason to refuse!

After a moment of silence, Wan Hongzhuang shook his head with a wry smile, "Do you think I deliberately want to dominate this? I just don't think it's a good errand! You may have forgotten, I also told you earlier, there are people in other places who have called for the idea of Di Bao, but what is the result? Most of them still end up at a loss."

"Even if you make a profit, you get very little."

"You can only make a few small dollars a day now, and what you save now is really not enough for you to lose."

Seeing that Feng Shiyan was still unconvinced, Wan Hongzhuang explained, "I'll talk to you about it."

He slapped a freshly baked newspaper in his hand in front of Feng Shiyan, "First of all, you have to hire people and let them provide you with the big and small things that happened in Suzhou, and this expenditure alone is already a lot of expenses."

"Remember...... Reporter?" Feng Shiyan was stunned and subconsciously blurted out.

"What reporter, I mean......

Through Wan Hongzhuang's explanation, Feng Shiyan had a general understanding of the distribution method of this Times Di Bao.

To put it bluntly, the Chengxi Government Office is not only a issuing agency, but also responsible for the collection of major and small events that happened in Suzhou Prefecture and collated these contents into manuscripts.

And those who collect the big and small things in Suzhou are actually equivalent to the current reporters, they have a unified name.

"Chaoyang District Masses".

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Chapter 190 Free Reading for the Masses in Chaoyang District.