The newspaper is a new way that Wang Siqi has prepared for the original treasure money lifting division for a period of time.

Of course, this is obviously not a business that makes a lot of money, but Wang Siqi has his own way to make him earn at least enough money to support the craftsmen.

According to Wang Siqi's explanation.

In a short period of time, many craftsmen took out all the residual ink according to the instructions, and piled up a large open space in front of the warehouse, full of previously discarded residual ink.

At this scene, even Jiang Wenhuan and Zhao Benchang on the side couldn't help but be speechless.

"That's too much... After so many years, no one has ever asked about these residual inks? Wang Siqi looked at Jiang Wenhuan, who was a little stunned, with some confusion, after all, even if these residual inks were taken out, they could be exchanged for a lot of silver.

Heaped here, it's really useless.

Hearing Wang Siqi's doubts, Jiang Wenhuan couldn't help but reply with a wry smile: "My lord, I really don't hide it.。。 I've sent someone to ask before, but these ink blocks have a place to come from, and there is nowhere to go! ”

"The vast majority of them are naturally used to print treasure money, but these... It's true that no one cares, no one asks, and even I don't notice that there are so many of them after a long time! ”

"That's just right, save money for our newspaper bureau!"

The most expensive cost of newspapers is two, one is paper, and the other is ink.

With paper and ink, there are only two processes after that: printing and stereotyping, but Wang Siqi also knows that if the newspaper bureau wants to open the market, the price is destined not to be too high.

In the short term, there is no doubt that it is destined to be a losing business.

Wang Siqi can afford it.

But after all, it is some that can be saved.

"My lord.. This newspaper bureau, is it just a printed image. Something like that."

"No! That thing is printed out, and it's too hard to wipe the people's butts! What we want to print is the only newspaper that will be famous in the capital in the future, and I have thought of the name. ”

"Just call! "Weekly Shonen .. >> Oh no! "Beijing Weekly"! ”

"What's this?"

"I'll do it myself!"

.....

Outside the Hidden Flower Pavilion, Zhao Benchang gritted his teeth and looked at Wang Siqi who leisurely raised his feet and entered the door.

Although he had seen more than one girl come to Wang Siqi's side, the eyes of those people wanted to strip Wang Siqi naked and eat him alive.

can think about his identity, Rao is Zhao Benchang is like a mad dog above the court on weekdays, but he can only watch a Fengyue place like this.

So-called.

If you don't enter, you can't give up.

Go in, you can't do it!

"Oops, hey.. Look at you one by one, that look looks like you are going to eat Wang Gongzi, take them all, collect them! The old bustard carried the satchel, pulled his voice, and scolded a few girls who were about to come up to untie Wang Siqi's belt.

Then he turned his face, looked at Wang Siqi with a smile and continued: "I said why did I hear a magpie calling on a branch outside my window as soon as it dawned today!" Originally.. It's because I know that there is a distinguished guest like Wang Gongzi coming to the door today! ”

In that appearance, three points of charm and seven points of idiocy.

If it weren't for the fact that he was too old, even a character like Wang Siqi, who called himself the little prince of the night market in the capital, couldn't talk about it, I'm afraid it would be impossible to change his taste tonight!

"Come on, we just met yesterday!"

"Oops! Look at what Wang Gongzi said, isn't this Tibetan Flower Pavilion the home of Wang Gongzi! It's like going home, where is there any reason to think that the prince is too much! ”

"Tonight, I don't know how many girls Wang Gongzi wants?"

The words were explicit, Rao is Wang Siqi couldn't help but blush, and then coughed with a straight face, looked at the old bustard seriously and said, "I don't want a girl today!" ”

As soon as I heard this.

The old bustard was stunned for a moment, his eyes were a little more erratic, he glanced up and down, and finally said with a shy face: "Didn't the prince take a fancy to me... Oops.. I'm so old, this... If the prince doesn't dislike it, it will be..."

"Shut up!"

"What my son means is to prepare a quiet side room in the backyard for me, and send someone to prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and my son has something big to do tonight!"

"Don't drink flower wine!"

"Not available!"

This time and again, the bustard's expression was as wonderful as riding a roller coaster.

Listening to what Wang Siqi said didn't seem like a joke, he had to reply in a sneer: "Okay, Wang Gongzi, I'll send someone to prepare, if you have any orders, you can just greet me again."

Living in the Tibetan Flower Pavilion is really a helpless approach.

After all, with the old man Zhao Benchang by his side, he is not as good as Longyang.. Therefore, the farther away from it is the better, after all, relying on Zhu Di's words, this old man can really do anything.

There were few normal people in the Ming Dynasty.

Home remedies.

The best oil lamp was lit, perhaps because he was afraid of the cold at night, and a red charcoal basin was specially placed at the door, and the charcoal inside was squeaking in it.

Glancing at it casually, Wang Siqi couldn't help but think of Jurong County in his heart.

There's also a mountain of gold waiting to be excavated for itself.

However, the matter is more urgent at the moment. After all, if a newspaper wants to sell well in the future, it will depend on its ability in the future.

Pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, placed neatly one by one.

Wang Siqi picked up the pen and wrote "Journey to the West" on the paper!

The first generation of the Ming Dynasty set sail on this.

......

Following.

"Holy! I'm tired to death.. Damn, Rao is this life's memory of the previous life is amazing, and it is not easy to copy it out word by word! ”

"If you don't have to do this work yourself, you have to outsource the entire labor service!"

Sitting on the bed and stretching.

Last night, Wang Siqi, who sat in front of the desk until almost the middle of the night, put away his pen and turned around and fell asleep, and when he opened his eyes, the bright sunlight reflected into the house from the small window.

Although the light transmittance of the papier-mâché windows is extremely poor.

But the time had reached noon, mixed with hunger, Wang Siqi woke up quickly.

"But it's enough for a while.,Update.. Just make do with it, what kind of bicycle do you want every week, this can at least resist for a month! ”

first put it on, and then Wang Siqi put away the papers scattered on the table, and arranged them neatly in his arms one by one in order.

"Go out and cook!"

The chefs of the Tibetan Flower Pavilion are excellent, and they are among the best consumers in the capital, of course, if they are compared to the bald monks outside the capital, I am afraid that the Tibetan Flower Pavilion at this moment will be dwarfed.

After eating and drinking, Wang Siqi went out and sat in the sedan chair waiting at the door early.

Wu De stepped forward and looked at Wang Siqi with a smile and said, "Young master! It seemed to be very intense last night, and I waited until noon to come out."

"you! Master Ben is doing business! ”

"Besides! This young master galloped on the field, has there ever been a defeat? ”

In this way, the two of them staggered to the Baoyuan Bureau.