Di Renjie knew that this magazine could be said to be the cheapest book in the Tang Dynasty. After reading all of them for just over ten pages, he took a breath. His teacher, who specialized in business research, was so terrifying that he was so smart that he was extremely focused on business.

On the second day, hundreds of people walked out of the village and entered Chang'an to buy books. Looking down on the city wall, you could see a group of people selling books scattered in Chang'an.

Yi Daye walked on the streets of Chang'an with his unrecognizable emotions, his nostrils were erect and he was wandering on the streets of Chang'an with a second-generation ancestor. A book vendor came, "Does this guy buy books?"

"Book?" Yi Daye glanced at the guy and continued walking with a sneer, "Haha!"

The book dealer said to another passerby, "Does this big brother want to know when to offer respect every day when Zhao Duke Sun Wuji?"

Passerby: "..."

"Hmm?" Yi Daye's steps were stiff and he was still in place, looking back at the book vendor like a mechanically, "Give me one."

"Okay." The book vendor stepped forward and smiled and handed over one, "Brother, every thirteen-cent book."

Yi Daye handed over the money, took the book as big as a palm and read it page by page, his face getting worse and worse, and he couldn't help it, "Wow, hahahahaha!"

Passers-by turned their heads to look at the sudden laughter of their bodies.

With the operation of hundreds of people, this first gossip magazine in the Tang Dynasty became popular in Chang'an. Miraculous and abrupt laughter can often be heard in the streets and alleys of major restaurants, restaurants, and streets.

For the people, the ministers in the court are mysterious, and this magazine realistically writes down the little habits of many officials in Chang'an, such as when Changsun Wuji was respectful and had constipation, for example, the son of a certain censor actually peeked at a brothel prostitute taking a bath, and which official likes to walk on dry roads.

Cheng Yaojin was reading a magazine at home and said to Niu Jinda, who was also reading a magazine, "Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

"It's not that good!" Niu Jinda nodded.

On the other side of Zhuque Street, Changsun Wuji was scolding the servants at home. There were many servants in the family, but they were written in books such as the matter of respect. He waved his sleeves and replaced all the servants!

Outside Chang'an, Gu Qing was sitting at home waiting for the movement in Chang'an. The short man hurriedly came, "Gu Too, someone is buying our books on a big scale."

Sitting up, Gu Qing thought and said, "Who?"

The short man whispered, "It's Changsun Wuji's man."

"Hahaha!" Gu Qing suddenly laughed strangely, "This Duke Zhao is so polite. He told the bookstore to print several thousand copies for me, how much does Changsun Wuji want and how much does I print!"

The people under the Fat Monk were all living with money and playing infernal Affairs like spy movies. Although it was just some small information, small information also had great value.

The short guy went to do business now. The Changsun family was collecting books. A servant shouted to the book dealer, "You just said that you only need thirteen dynasties, but now you have become a regular amount of money."

"This big brother, it's a rare product." The book dealer said with a smile, "This book is a shortage of goods, one less book is sold!"

"You are taking advantage of the situation!" The servants of the Changsun family cursed.

"Then do you buy it or not?" The book dealer became impatient.

In order to complete the things assigned by the head of the family, the servants who came out to collect the books brought a lot of money, gritted their teeth and stomped their feet and said, "I bought it."

"Okay!" The book dealer smiled, "It's just the last one, please pack it."

The servant of Changsun’s family paid the money and took the book and looked ugly. The book vendor said again, “Brother, I’ll bring a few more books next time! Come again!”

“…”

When the morning of the next day unfolded again, as Wei Zhengshou raised a magazine, the whole court was in a panic. More than a dozen civic officials jointly impeached the guy who wrote the magazine. For a moment, the resentment accumulated for a long time and murderous aura. The ministers criticized the pen. Only Li Er knew that the magazine was from Gu Qing.

Changsun Wuji had an old face black. From the advertisements in the magazine, you can see how good the goods from Gu Qing's factory were, and it is not difficult to find that this magazine was made by Gu Qing after several speculations.

Li Tai looked at the noisy court and his face was not good! Gu Qing, Gu Qing, what is the thing you changed? Before the waves were settled, and after the court meeting ended, Gu Qing was summoned into the palace by Li Er.

Walking all the way to the Ganlu Palace, Gu Qing asked Li Tai, who was accompanying him, "Fatty, what does your father mean?"

"What else can it mean? The trouble you caused by yourself." Li Tai said to Gu Qing, "Don't tell me that you didn't do that? You, you've been angry with the public this time."

Gu Qing came to Ganlu Palace, Fang Xuanling, Changsun Wuji, Cheng Yaojin, Niu Jinda, and Wei Zheng were all there...

"I, pay homage to Your Majesty!" Gu Qing saluted Li Er.

"Tell me, did you write this book called magazine?" Li Er shook the magazine in his hand.

"Yes!" Gu Qing answered.

Ganlu Palace was very quiet, Wei Zheng's face looked ugly, Changsun Wuji's face was even ugly, Li Er asked again, "I ask you, why do you want to make this book."

"Go back to Your Majesty." Gu Qing replied again, "I think someone should discover the goodness of the Tang Dynasty and the beauty of the Tang Dynasty! Someone should also dig out the distortions of human nature and the moral depravity hidden in the blue sky and the sun!"

"Hehe..." Li Er sneered, why did Gu Qing say this with a tragic meaning, and then said, "Tell me the truth!"

"Yes!" Gu Qing hurriedly explained, "Your Majesty, I am short of money! The daily money flows out like rivers and seas. I feel sorry for you! I don't want to use this method to raise some business for my workshop."

"Are you still short of money?!" Li Er's tone increased by three points, "The people in your village are almost richer than the people in Chang'an! Your family is even richer!"

"Your Majesty doesn't know what I have to do." Gu Qing looked sad, "I was so poor when I first arrived in Chang'an. I was completely penniless. I had to earn money. Now I have to be filial to you if I have something to do. I have to give gifts during the Chinese New Year and the holidays, the farmhouse has to be taken care of, and the factory has to take care of..."

"Enough!" Changsun Wuji shouted and threw the magazine to the ground. "Gu Qing! You are simply insulting! Look at what is written in your magazine."

"Aren't your Changsun family spending a lot of money to collect books?" Cheng Yaojin said, snatching the mud in the cracks of his fingernails, "I heard that your Changsun family has collected hundreds of copies, from the Changsun family! You obviously like it tightly, but you still scolded Gu Xiaozi."

"Puchi..." Niu Jinda, who was beside him, laughed and saluted Li Er in the quiet Ganlu Palace, "Your Majesty, I really can't help it."

"Cough cough..." Li Er coughed stiffly.
Chapter completed!