The rain outside was still falling. Wang Jinghui stood in a pavilion in the princess's mansion, holding a glass of hot wine in his hand, watching the autumn rain pouring on the earth. The princess of Shu had heard that he had come back and wanted to return to the princess' mansion, but Wang Jinghui met under the arrangement of Zhao Xu and old lady Cao. Finally, he convinced his wife to take back the princess' mansion when the weather was better. Considering the child that was about to be born in her belly, the princess of Shu finally rested in Cishou Palace with a strong lovesickness and waited for the day the weather was better.

Wang Jinghui didn't pay attention. Manager Li abandoned the servant's notice alone, and came to the pavilion where Wang Jinghui was wearing a wandering umbrella. He put the umbrella behind him and looked at him quietly. After a while, Wang Jinghui woke up and found someone behind him. After seeing that it was Manager Li, he smiled and said, "Brother Zhenquan, I'm a little confused, but I didn't greet you!"

Manager Li smiled and said, "I have to do everything I can every day and have to think about so many things in my spare time. It's just a coincidence that I did!"

Wang Jinghui smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Zhenquan will come to mock me too! Brother Zhenquan is still here to come to me so late. I'm afraid I'm not here to enjoy the rain?"

Manager Li picked up a glass of hot wine that Wang Jinghui poured for him and said, "There is nothing special. It's just that it's still early to come to you to talk about business matters. I also know that you no longer care about business matters. The industries under your name are all handed over to Xu to take care of, but you, the big boss, should still know how much you earn every month. I came to you just to report a number and fight for Qiufeng Diners."

Wang Jinghui heard that Manager Li came here to have a free meal, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhenquan is joking. Xu's real estate industry is probably much higher than that of the local novice in the next few years. If you want to eat a big family, you will be looking for you and Mr. Xu! However, it is better to talk about good wine and good food. The emperor and the empress dowager gave the imperial chefs to the lower houses and have been lazy in the mansion. There are also tribute wines dedicated to the emperors from all over the place. Although I have accumulated it here, it is not as good as the Great Inner Palace, but it is not far from that. Brother Zhenquan is just here. Let the imperial chefs move their hands and feet, and don't let their skills regress. If you want to drink that famous wine, you will be satisfied if you want to drink it!"

Manager Li stroked his hand and patted him: "Haha, I knew that I would not be disappointed when I came to Gaizhi! Of course, the dishes are the best dishes of the imperial chef, and the wine cannot be bad. It is Baiyunyuan of the Cai family in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Don't feel sorry for Gaizhi!"

Wang Jinghui smiled, called the servants loudly, and after a few instructions, the servants stepped down to prepare the food and drinks. Manager Li just saw Wang Jinghui alone in the autumn rain, and his expression was a little worried. He wanted to use the excuse of free food to enlighten him. However, Wang Jinghui didn't know how to make fun of him, so he had to go with the flow and do a real fake show.

Manager Li walked to Wang Jinghui with a wine glass and said in front of Mianmian Yu, "Change it, do you know how much money you earn every month now? How much property do you have?"

When Wang Jinghui started his business, he cared about these things. He knew everything about the numbers, but later became the prince consort. His business had far exceeded his ability. He was an expert in starting a business. If it was impossible to maintain success, he simply gave it to Xu to take full control. Now Manager Li is asking these questions, but he really doesn't know.

After seeing Wang Jinghui shook his head, Manager Li was really amused and said, "I really want to change it. I really want to admire you. There is a boss like you in the world! Now you can earn a net profit of four or five million yuan every year after you excluding all the land expenses. The industry under your name is even more difficult to estimate. The money you have in Xingguo Bank and Xu's family has reached 10 million yuan!"

Wang Jinghui knew that he was very rich, but he didn't expect that he was so powerful. Manager Li's report shocked him. If he had done his best to do business, he would probably be the richest man in the Song Dynasty: "Brother Zhenquan is not kidding, right? Then I am the richest man in the Song Dynasty?!"

Manager Li smiled and said, "I guess you will be the absolute richest man in the Song Dynasty next year, because the property of some people in the Song Dynasty has been accumulated by generations and can reach your level. But next year, besides the emperor who can be richer than you, I really can't think of anyone else in the Song Dynasty who can compare with you!"

Wang Jinghui said: "I have to think of a way to spend so much money! I can't use so much, leaving it to my descendants is a waste of my family. Maybe it's a wealthy country that can bring trouble. I haven't heard that the person who is rich in history can end up with a good end!"

Manager Li laughed silently after hearing this: "Is it because I am too careful, right? You are the princess of the Song Dynasty!"

Wang Jinghui said: "Haha, of course I have no problem. I was just talking and joking just now, but it is not a good thing for a person to have so much money. It is only three generations to be rich. Leaving such a big family business is not a good thing for children. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, so that they can have the ability to do it themselves!"

Manager Li thought about it carefully and said, "It's still a long-term understanding. It seems that I've given Shen'er to you as the right person!"

Speaking of Li Shen, the son of Manager Li, Wang Jinghui said: "This year the new emperor ascended the throne, and the golden autumn competition has been moved to next year. Shen'er is only eighteen years old and is preparing for another year. I am more confident when participating in the talent ceremony next year!"

Manager Li waved his hand and said, "I feel relieved to leave Shen'er's affairs to you! I came to you today, and I can't go back to Chuzhou in the future. I want to know what you plan to do in Kaifeng, Biandu in the future?"

Wang Jinghui smiled and said, "Brother Zhenquan, there will be many things to do in the future that will not let you relax. However, in the recent stage, the main thing we are preparing to do is the newspaper I mentioned two months ago. When I met the saint today, I mentioned this matter with the saint. The emperor is very, so the nature of our newspaper has changed. We must do this well. I will use the newspaper in the future!"

Manager Li said: "Shopkeeper Zeng from the Commercial Press came to me some time ago to talk about newspapers. They have already made a trial printing to estimate the cost. If you want to meet your requirements, you will be able to get ten large papers and one piece of newspaper. The cost is estimated to be about fifteen cents, which is somewhat more than the cost we set in advance. The main problem is the paper."

Wang Jinghui said: "The cost issue must be controlled. You need to know that the circulation of newspapers is huge. I estimate that a newspaper will print tens of thousands or even tens of thousands of copies at a time. If the cost is not well controlled, then even if it is as strong as you, I will be unbearable. Liu Jianfang should come to me to file a complaint! The high cost leads to a high price, which will affect the sales volume of newspapers. This also violates our original intention at the time. Brother Zhenquan should be more concerned!"

When Manager Li heard Wang Jinghui mention Liu's account, he felt a little funny, but the cost of newspapers was also locked in his heart. According to his estimate, a newspaper issue would have a loss of 500 coins based on a circulation of 10,000 copies. The more it is printed, the more it will be lost. If it weren't for their great business and their wealth was growing wildly every day, it was estimated that when Wang Jinghui asked this question, all of them would have retreated.

Manager Li said: "Our papermaking workshop near Biandu has started to expand, and the paper craftsmen we need have been in place. We tried to use straw and reeds to make paper according to your requirements in the small workshop. However, it seems that the effect is not very ideal now, and it cannot meet the paper requirements of newspapers. It is easy to break when printing, and even if it is printed, the handwriting is still very poor. It cannot be used at all."

Wang Jinghui nodded and said, "This is also due to the inadequate consideration when designing it. Let's concentrate a group of highly skilled paper craftsmen to continue to explore new papermaking techniques in the old workshops. The new papermaking workshop should make the scale larger and explain the rewards we set to all local papermaking craftsmen to stimulate their creativity. If it really doesn't work, I'm thinking of other ways to reduce the cost of newspapers."

After a while, the servant came up to remind Wang Jinghui that the banquet was ready and that the people who were asked to invite just now had arrived. Wang Jinghui said to Manager Li: "It is better to have fun than to have fun alone. I have invited Mr. Xu, Liu's accountant, shopkeeper Zeng and master Hu. Let's have fun together!"

Manager Li smiled and joked: "It's good to change it here, but there are no beautiful singers to cheer up!" He knew that Wang Jinghui and his wife had a deep relationship, and the prince-in-law never missed Qinlou Chuguan, and the family did not keep singers like other talented men. Now it's just a joke to him.

Wang Jinghui smiled at him strangely and said, "Why aren't there? Brother Zhenquan will know if I have it here!" There are indeed singing girls in the prince-consort's mansion now, but that was specially sent by the shareholders of the Royal Fleet of the Song Dynasty to thank him. Wang Jinghui was still busy for a while and had no time to send these singing girls back. Now it's just in handy. Manager Li was stunned after hearing this, so he had to follow Wang Jinghui to go to the banquet to see if this elm's head was really open.

Just as Wang Jinghui and Manager Li were having a banquet, the new general secretary Wang Anshi was talking about reforms with his newly returned son Wang Yun at his home in Dong Taishi Lane. Wang Yun was proud that his father finally made the emperor's reforms today. However, when Wang Anshi mentioned that the prince consort suddenly appeared in the Funing Hall meeting and almost almost made the reforms die, Wang Yun almost felt that it was incredible.

"I have had many interactions with Wang Gaizhi. Although there are different opinions in the middle, I still respect him very much. His knowledge is not inferior to me, and he will become a great person in the future! But at this time he stood up and objected a little. I really don't know what he was thinking." Wang Anshi said slowly.

Although Wang Rong felt a little uncomfortable when he heard his father praise Wang Jinghui, Wang Jinghui's kindness of taking his pulse and giving medicine to him was also very touched, and he said, "I don't think Wang Jiezhi is like those pedantic people. He is also a very considerate person. When governing Chuzhou, he always looked at the policies he implemented were targeting the bad policies of the Song Dynasty. He can be said to be a person on the same path, but his political views are slightly different from ours!"

Wang Anshi looked at his son in surprise. He had never heard his son praise someone, especially Wang Jinghui. His son once commented that the prince-consort was just a Yan Shu in his letter, so why did he change his temperament so quickly? No matter what, his son's arrogant temperament once made Wang Anshi suffer. Now it is a good thing to think so. Although Wang Jinghui almost ruined the reform with a word in Funing Palace, he valued his demeanor and talent very much. Apart from Sima Guang, he never valued others, let alone a young man of the same age as his son.

Wang Anshi nodded and said, "I had talked with the prince consort a few times more than a month ago, but he was cautious and he was also a prince consort. Although he was talented, he still could not achieve greatness in the end. It was a pity!" In the eyes of Wang Anshi and his son, Wang Jinghui was still limited to the prince consort. After thinking about it, he could not cause any obstacles to the reform. So he did not mention it. The two of them formulated new laws and regulations based on Wang Jinghui's policies in Chuzhou.

In this era, only Wang Jinghui knew the role of newspapers best. This thing is a double-edged sword. He had never seen that newspaper in later generations without his own political tendencies. He was on the eve of the era of change. He knew how profound the influence of Xining's reforms in history was, and almost completely affected the entire history of the Song Dynasty. The fierce opposition between the two sides was not only used the last violent means, but also the entire Song Dynasty version of the Cultural Revolution.

In this era of fame, although Wang Jinghui was young but his fame was at its peak, he was also restricted by the status of the prince-consort. Except for a few followers, the people in the scholars appreciated his talent very much. If he had followed him, there were not many, and his current situation was similar to Su Shi back then, and even Su Shi was not as good as Su Shi. Su Shi followed Wang Anshi's baton. This is a wonderful irony to Wang Jinghui, the fake founder of the "cold and summer school".

When I was waiting for my own students to grow up and enter the officialdom as quickly as possible, I was afraid that the dust of history had already been settled and it was too late. So Wang Jinghui hoped that he could have a powerful weapon in his hand to fight against external pressure and guide the Song Dynasty to safely pass through this dangerous shoal. The newspaper just met his requirements, but later news controls also left a deep impression on Wang Jinghui. Whether at home or abroad, the monitoring of media has never been relaxed. You just finished singing and I came on stage, and there were many incidents of banning the media, let alone the feudal imperial era without the concept of democracy?! If you are not careful, you will lose all your money.

In order to resist this unexpected risk in advance, Wang Jinghui had to write a memorial based on what he knew about the news controls of later generations to officially regulate the newspapers that had not yet been born. As long as there is a newspaper, this kind of political risk will definitely exist. If you walk too much at night, you will inevitably encounter ghosts. Although it is too ironic to put a tight curse on the newspapers you created now, it is a kingdom to save your life - as long as you can survive the newspapers, the relaxed political environment of the Song Dynasty may be much better than in decades.

Wang Jinghui was ready until dawn. After the banquet with Manager Li and others last night, he began to prepare these two items. In order to explain the functions of the newspaper in a more detailed manner, Wang Jinghui specially prepared the policy of "On the Newspaper". In the policy, he detailed the role of newspapers in the literary education of the Song Dynasty - this is what the emperor and ministers like to hear the most, but in the memorial of the Press and Publication Control Regulations, he discussed in detail the necessity of controlling newspapers.

When these two memorials were presented to Emperor Zhao Xu, Zhao Xu immediately withdrew all the memorials and read them first - Wang Jinghui's memorials never go to the center, but directly presented them to the emperor for a visit. Such treatment is also unique in the Song Dynasty. As for his third-rank official, it was a great favor. Even Han Qi put the memorials on the center to discuss. Of course, in addition to the stamps posted by all qualified officials, if Wang Jinghui's memorials were to reach the emperor, the speed of the Song Dynasty would be the best.

After reading the memorial, Zhao Xu had a more detailed understanding of the newspaper and admired Wang Jinghui's endless methods. He hurriedly asked the eunuchs to summon Han Qi, Fu Bi, Wang Anshi, Sima Guang and others to come to the palace to meet the saint, and prepared to discuss the memorials presented by Wang Jinghui. However, Zhao Xu had already had the idea of ​​Wang Jinghui's distribution of newspapers, and the statement of the uncrowned censor had already touched him. Although he was determined to reform the imperial government's rule that was difficult to return, he was even more afraid that it would lead to imbalances in all aspects of the forces. With the newspaper, at least he could suppress the bad style of officials on the surface.
Chapter completed!