With questions, Shen Qi and the five of them walked outside the tea stall and saw a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard lined up a pile of books on the ground in a simple thatched shed, and saw that the name on it was "Kyushu Qi Magazine".

Shen Qi walked to the pile of books, squatted down and picked up a copy and looked at it carefully, and found that it was the first issue that had been issued, the engraving of its cover was rough, and the paper used was also extremely inferior.

He took a cursory glance and understood that these publications had been copied and engraved without authorization, and in modern terms, there was a pirated version of the "Kyushu Qi Journal" on the market, and piracy in ancient times was also extremely rampant. After the cover of the genuine "Kyushu Qi Magazine", it is engraved with the warning words "This workshop has a plate, and the engraving must be investigated".

"Boss, your "Kyushu Qi Magazine" is really issued by Anxi Shen Qi?"

Shen Qi looked at the middle-aged man opposite with interest at the moment, the other party looked at him with a dignified appearance, there was majesty in his expression, and he knew that he was a person with status, the most obvious thing was that there were four Qi Changqing's entourages standing behind Shen Qi, and they were not ordinary people.

So the middle-aged man thought that there was a big business in hand, and looked around Zhengsedao:

"This son-in-law asked a good question, the publication must be issued by Anxi Shen Qi, but you must have recognized me that these are all reprints, but the price is really cheap, each copy is only half of the original. ”

What this person said was true, Shen Qi took out a stack of silver tickets from his arms and replied with a smile:

"The boss is a real person, I have a thousand taels of silver tickets here, and I will buy you a hundred copies. ”

The middle-aged man was pleasantly surprised when he heard this, he didn't expect to encounter such a big business today.

"Okay, the prince is really generous, but I only carry a few dozen copies with me, if you don't want to move, go with me to pick it up at home, I will also be convenient for you to pack, and by the way, I will send you a good horse to transport publications. ”

"Okay, I just thought that a hundred copies are inconvenient to carry. ”

Shen Qi readily agreed, and the person wrapped the engraved publications on the ground haphazardly, and led Shen Qi and the five of them to a barren mountain not far away.

Along the way, Shen Qi walked beside the middle-aged man who was in full bloom, and Qi Changqing and Zhu Xin in the back glanced at each other, thinking that there would be a good show to watch for a while.

About half an hour later, Shen Qi saw this person lead him into a barren mountain forest, and when he walked to the depths, Shen Qi suddenly heard a noisy human voice.

Shen Qi, who knew that they had carved the place, looked forward vigilantly and found that there was a small courtyard built in the dense mountain forest cover, and there were vigilant gray-clothed guards patrolling around the courtyard, which seemed to be in case someone approached.

"Stop!"

At this time, a gray-clothed guard saw Shen Qi and the five people, rushed forward and pulled out the big knife at his waist, and several gray-clothed guards rushed over from other directions.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man beside Shen Qi carried a bunch of publications on his back and said with a smile:

"It's me, it's me, I brought a big customer, and they want to purchase a hundred copies of "Kyushu Qi Magazine", do you want to go in and report to the owner?"

This group of people who reproduced the "Kyushu Qi Magazine" were quite cautious, and only allowed this middle-aged man to go out to sell on weekdays, and he was not allowed to enter the small courtyard.

The gray-clothed guard was also extremely surprised when he heard the news, looked at Shen Qi and the five of them, and found that there was a feeling of poetry and writing in his belly, so he put away the big knife and replied:

"Come in with me, it just so happens that the owner is not satisfied with the sales, and this big customer you bring back now should make him happy. ”

In this way, Shen Qi and the others followed the gray-clothed guards into the small courtyard, and when they entered the eyes, they saw that a batch of engraved first issues of "Kyushu Qi Magazine" had been loaded into a carriage, and it seemed that they were going to be transported farther away to sell.

In addition, Shen Qi also found that in the opposite room, the hired writers, engravers, printers, and bookbinders were all busy, and a young man in black satin stood at the door, and he could feel the anger from his back.

Shen Qi stared at this person's figure, only feeling familiar.

"The one in charge, there is a big business, and the small one brings a customer, threatening to buy a hundred copies!"

The middle-aged man who brought Shen Qi into the courtyard rushed eagerly to the door, and the black figure standing there moved when he heard the sound, and then turned around with a hint of doubt.

This person's face was a little happy at first, but when he saw Shen Qi and the five of them, his face turned black.

Faced with the strange reaction of the master, the middle-aged man did not realize that it was not good, and groveled:

"What's wrong with you, this guest is generous, our sales this month are guaranteed. ”

Hearing this, the black face of the young man in black satin had turned into anger, and he stared at the middle-aged man in front of him who thought he had made a great achievement, and kicked it hard.

With a bang, he was kicked and flew to Shen Qi's side, clutching his chest and spitting blood, which seemed to be not lightly injured.

"Whew!"

However, this is not all, the boy felt that he still did not understand the hatred, and pulled out the big knife of a gray-clothed guard and slashed at the middle-aged man's head, the sharp blade rapidly expanded in his pupils, and the next second his head would be cut in half.

"Sneer......"

However, Shen Qi was next to him, and he grabbed it with one hand, and his five fingers just grabbed his wrist swinging the knife, and a burning sound came out of his wrist, accompanied by bursts of green smoke.

This is because there is a pure pen power between Shen Qi's five fingers that turns into a high temperature and scorches his wrists, but in the face of Shen Qi's two-foot-high pen power, that person's two-foot-high pen power has no power to resist.

Not only that, the man's body was completely unable to move under Shen Qi's coercion, and he gritted his teeth with the stinging pain in his wrist and said:

"Shopkeeper Shen, let it go!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man who was saved by Shen Qi on the ground knew that he had caused a big disaster, and the big customer he brought was the publisher of "Kyushu Qi Magazine".

Since he knew Shen Qi, Shen Qi should naturally know this person as well. In fact, Shen Qi felt familiar as soon as he entered the courtyard, and when he saw this person turn around, he recognized him at a glance as Chen Xiangru, who had a relationship.

"Master Chen Shaozhuang, you have a lot of income from taking care of Shengda Qianzhuang for a year, why are you so greedy for money, and engrave my Shengda Bookstore's "Kyushu Qi Journal"? Speaking of which, Shengda Bookstore and Shengda Qianzhuang are also a family, how can you be worthy of Chen Tianbao, who values you very much?"

Shen Qi looked at his distorted and painful face, and pushed hard, Chen Xiangru retreated in embarrassment, and the big knife in his hand fell to the ground.

Chen Xiangru stood still, pressed his burnt wrist, and stared at Shen Qi viciously, facing such an embarrassing scene, he never dreamed of it.

"Don't speak?"

Shen Qi was displeased to see that he did not look soft at all, and when he approached a few steps, he took out an extremely ordinary brush from his sleeve, and after pulling out the cap on it, he pointed to the vehicle full of engraved publications next to him.

Suddenly, the black pen threw out a few drops of ink soaked by the power of the pen, and when it landed on the neatly stacked publications, it ignited with a bang, and in a few breaths, it became a fire, burning the reprinted "Kyushu Qi Journal" worth thousands of taels and the vehicle into a pile of ashes.