"Li Guo's group of Gou Jiba things, in order to kill Lao Tzu's bookstore, they really don't want to lose face!"

The voice was unusually grumpy.

Xun Zhiyin had heard Ying Wuji scold before, but it was the first time he had heard it so hard and so unbearable, so he immediately pricked up his ears and listened carefully, wanting to see what was going on, and he actually made this hob meat like this.

Since that incident, Ying Wuji's temperament has changed greatly, and he is the one who feels the most intuitively.

used to do everything in a proper manner, but then he pointed at his nose and scolded, as if he didn't put anything in his eyes.

It's certainly not a trivial matter to be angry like this now.

He just said...... Kill the bookstore?

Isn't that the perfect inheritance of our son?

Xun Zhiyin's heart jumped, he felt a little bad, and listened more carefully.

Bai Zhi whispered comforting: "Don't panic, childe! You can. ”

"Heh......"

Ying Wuji sneered: "What can it be?" Other bookstores also have printing technology, what advantages do we have in that corner? ”

"Isn't there still ...... in our embassy?"

Bai Zhi's voice was lowered a little more, as if she was afraid that others would hear it.

"Shut up!"

Ying Wuji interrupted sharply, and his voice became a lot lower: "Did you let me ask Xun Zhiyin for that old dog?" ”

Bai Zhi was a little aggrieved: "But this bookstore is your brainchild...... childe"

Ying Wuji was extremely irritable: "You think I want to? But there are only ten or so days left, and the orders of other countries cannot be grabbed, so let's hang it like this, the money of large households cannot be earned, and the money of civilians can always make some money. ”

"But, but...... We've invested a lot of money! ”

"That's the money that Hua Chao invested in the paper store, what does it have to do with my bookstore? Anyway, I didn't lose! ”

Ying Wuji's voice seemed to be a little depressed, and he scolded a few more words, and went back to the room directly.

Xun Zhiyin: "......"

Iron Bull: "......"

Xun Zhiyin was silent for a while, and hurriedly called a subordinate: "You go outside and inquire about what's going on?" ”

"Yes!"

The subordinates received the order and hurriedly left the embassy.

Xun Zhiyin sat down and took a sip of tea, his breathing was a little shorter, the last time he showed loyalty to Ying Wuji, he praised this bookstore.

What if something goes wrong?

But he thought about it, could this be Ying Wuji's bitter ploy, after all, he mentioned that thing just now.

After thinking about it for a while, his subordinates came back and reported what they had heard about the bookstore.

Finally, he handed over a few books to Xun Zhiyin: "My lord! This is what has been printed by several major bookstores. ”

Xun Zhiyin opened it and found that although the printing of these bookstores was not good, it already had that meaning, at least it was not a problem to take it out and buy it.

The most important thing is that several bookstores actually use the same engraving for printing.

In order to deal with a Shangmo bookstore, several bookstores actually joined forces directly, and also found Lan Lingsheng to make such harsh requirements to the outside world.

"It's really not martial arts!"

Xun Zhiyin opened his mouth and scolded, since Ying Wuji's accident, this was the first time he felt aggrieved for Ying Wuji.

It's too much of a bully!

I've never seen such a bully!

A few of the gate valve families of the Li Kingdom joined forces to bully a friendly proton with no background?

Where did Ying Wuji come from to fight back?

If they bring down Shangmo Bookstore, what credit will they take?

No wonder Ying Wuji is so angry, he will be angry just by listening to it.

Xun Zhiyin was anxious, pacing back and forth in the house, but he didn't know what to do for a while.

One is that there is no book at the same level as "Tales of Mountains and Seas", and the other is that the location is remote and cannot be trusted, and it is difficult to grab this order.

The remoteness of the location can be solved by itself, which was originally the preferential treatment given by King Li to the Qianguo, but there has been no industry that can be used over the years, so it has been useless.

But it's useless to only have a store, how can a strange book like "Tales of Mountains and Seas" be a resounding book......

Tie Niu was a little impatient by him: "Have you thought of a way?" ”

Xun Zhiyin hurriedly said: "Don't worry, envoy, I'll find a way!" ”

After saying that, he arched his hand and left.

Out of the door, he hesitated for a moment and strode towards the courtyard where Ying Wuji was.

Just as he was about to raise his hand and knock on the door, he heard a voice from inside the courtyard.

Bai Zhi's voice was a little anxious: "Childe, the story you wrote is much stronger than "Tales of Mountains and Seas", if you write a few more, you will definitely be able to turn over in time!" ”

"What can you turn over! Even if I don't sleep now, it will take at least five days to get it out there, so tell me how to make this book known to everyone in Jiangcheng before the end of the month? When the time comes, the orders from other places have been robbed, how can they turn over?

That's it, big money shouldn't be earned, just make pocket money in the future, anyway, it's not mine to have credit, why work so hard? ”

Ying Wuji's voice was sleepy, without the anger just now, and without the previous arrogant and domineering feeling, as if he had completely accepted his fate.

Bai Zhi was a little unwilling, but she could only agree: "Okay......"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

There was a knock on the door.

Bai Zhi: "Who?" ”

Xun Zhiyin: "Childe, it's me!" ”

Ying Wuji: "Let him get out!" ”

Xun Zhiyin: "......"

Bai Zhi whispered: "Childe! Maybe this dog thing can help now, why don't you let him come in and talk about it? ”

Ying Wuji's tone was disgusted: "He can do a favor, I have a little headache, you go back and help me press it." ”

"Good ......"

Then there was no sound in the courtyard.

Xun Zhiyin: "......"

He was a little annoyed, but he was helpless, these days, Ying Wuji has his disgust written on his face, and he just forced himself to go over, just uncomfortable. I didn't expect Ying Wuji to be so tough, it has come to this point, and I don't want to ask for myself.

After thinking about it, he gave a look to the subordinate who was watching the door, and the subordinate hurriedly opened the courtyard door.

Xun Zhiyin walked towards the pavilion, where the two of them should have been sitting just now.

Before he got closer, he smelled the smell of fishy wine, and it seemed that Ying Wuji should have vomited here.

The stone platform was messy, the inkstone was overturned, there were ink stains everywhere, and there were a lot of torn papers up and down the stone platform, which was enough to see how much fire Ying Wuji had just made.

This...... What was he just writing about? Why did it tear again?

Xun Zhiyin hurriedly picked up the paper crumbs, and the anxiety and curiosity in his heart drove him to put the paper together, although there was a lot of ink pollution, but he could basically see what was written.

He looked at it carefully, and subconsciously read it out loud.

"Refining Realm, three layers!"

The young man's face was expressionless, there was a touch of self-deprecation at the corner of his lips, and the clenched palms were stabbed deep into the palms because of the strength, bringing bursts of pain?

He was stunned for a moment, is this the story written by Ying Wuji?

It's really a bit nondescript, and the protagonist of the story is just a waste of the third layer of the refining realm, who would go to see a waste story? How can this beat "Tales of Mountains and Seas"?

Keep looking down.

The expression on Xun Zhiyin's face gradually became excited.

"Teng!"

After reading the last page, he jerked to his feet.

When he returned to his residence, he took out a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, wrote hard, and finally took out a token from the drawer and called his subordinates: "Be sure to give this to Childe!" ”

The next person took a closer look, and saw a line of words written on the paper: Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the young man to be poor, son!