Lu Hanqiang, who felt lonely, didn't know that he had died N times last night, and after deciding to move a family from outside the city into the city as quickly as possible, he walked out of his borrowed room with two panda eyes, swaying, and sleepwalking, groping to find Qingyan, and picking up a wicker to brush his teeth.

For this way of brushing teeth, Lu Hanqiang has scolded his mother for the Nth time, the reason is that there are also such a lot of things in the toilet, so every time he brushes his teeth, he can contact the toilet, how does this not make people retch?

In fact, there are two reasons for retching, one is that he uses his voice excessively, which is a problem that storytellers are guilty of, Tian Lianyuan and Shan Tianfang are not born with a male duck voice, which is an occupational disease, that is, caused by vocal cord nodules.

The second is to get on fire, indeed, the loneliness and lingering unreality of this world completely made Lu Hanqiang angry, every time Lu Hanqiang wanted to return to the broken temple, that was the place where he really didn't feel lonely. But no matter what, he can't go, for the sake of the family, and for his own responsibility, life has to go on, and life has to go on.

There is another point that makes Lu Hanqiang angry, now after more than ten days of hard work, Lu Hanqiang can be regarded as a white-collar well-off class, but thinking about being asked by the boss of the small printing office every day about the number of printing tomorrow, and then smiling and chasing today's printing costs, life is not easy at all.

It's not that publishing tabloids doesn't make money, you ask around the world, which tabloid doesn't make more money than a real big newspaper? Especially this kind of most popular business card that earns people tears? What's more?

However, every day is printing, and today's earnings cannot provide for tomorrow's costs, so Lu Hanqiang is forced by the boss of the printing office every time, and he is crazy with pain and happiness.

This is an expense, and at the same time, there is also a one, that is, those poor and talented children hired by themselves, among them, the old man with gray hair is the most, the book here has not been recorded, there are already a few children in the back door, ragged and probing their brains, waiting for him to go home and fire with a pen, arrears of wages? How can I bear it? Not only can he not deter and delay, but he also has to help the old boy from time to time, which is simply not a life.

And in order to maintain the enthusiasm of the shopkeepers, their dividends and profits cannot be delayed for a moment. Therefore, his hands have been in an embarrassing state, and he cannot realize his desire to take the family into the city. "Mother, just bear with it anymore, it's fast, the good days are coming soon." Lu Hanqiang once again made a wish in his heart.

After making a wish, my heart was slightly more comfortable, so in order to avoid the guilt of my mother and younger siblings who were still living in the broken temple, I quickly shifted my thinking. "I think I can print 100,000 copies today." Lu Hanqiang thought, and then began a silent calculation in his heart, the cost of starting the construction, the cost of a penny and three cents, it should be one hundred and thirty yuan, which is real money, think about whether it is time to discuss with the boss of the printing office and pay after the sale? That way, you'll be able to move around.

In fact, there is still a profit in the printing cost of one article and three articles, and the day before yesterday, the shopkeeper Zhang quietly proposed to himself that his own tabloid can completely eat a small printing office, and simply, find a down-and-out printing office in Beijing, and do it yourself, not only can you make more profits, but also it is easier to supervise the quality of printing, and began to complain that the small printing company is becoming more and more shoddy.

Lu Hanqiang didn't think about this matter, but it was still the same sentence, a printing office needs a lot of money, and these are what he lacks.

At the same time, according to the industrial development model of later generations, a leading enterprise is to have many vassal enterprises integrated, this leading enterprise is just a cheap purchase of the products of those vassal enterprises, regardless of their management and debt profit and loss, once the vassal enterprise can not meet their own requirements, then you can introduce more able to meet their own requirements of the enterprise to replace him, this is the advantage of the combination of advantages, but also more with the least capital, the operation of the largest cause.

Especially after the shopkeeper patted his chest and promised that as long as he talked to the owner, the funds were not a problem, Lu Hanqiang completely gave up this idea.

There is no other reason, that is, Lu Hanqiang more or less understands a little bit of the proprietor of this teahouse in Xiao Er's mouth. This teahouse seems to have a relationship with Shuntian Mansion Yin. At this time, Lu Hanqiang suddenly understood, why he didn't get troubled by the feudal clans of the East and West Factory and Jinyiwei's subordinates these days, the reason is that he brought benefits to this teahouse, and the direct beneficiary of this benefit is that Shuntianfu Yin.

And when the eunuch party is rampant, who else can sit so firmly in the position of Shuntianfu Yin? Wei Zhongxian's lackey.

And now it is the sixth year of the Apocalypse, and there are more than ten days to be the seventh year of the Apocalypse, and nothing else can be known, but in the seventh year of the Apocalypse, Chongzhen took the throne, and the first one to open the knife was Wei Zhongxian, who was a hundred years old and Long Live away, and then the national eunuch case began.

In this eunuch case, this Shuntianfu Yin was the first to be cut off his head, or the kind that does not wait for the autumn, he must not have anything to do with him at this time, otherwise many of his efforts will become empty talk after August next year, if it is just a loss of money or a trivial matter, but then open the golden finger and then make money, but it is definitely not fun to lose the head, at this time, there is no property law, there is no human rights, and he is a talent status, and he can't guarantee his safety at all.

This is the reason why Lu Hanqiang doesn't want to be big again, doesn't want to borrow this teahouse anymore and desperately wants to go out to rent.

Thinking of this, Lu Hanqiang brushed his teeth in a daze, while thinking of a way to get out.

"Good morning, sir." At this time, Shopkeeper Zhang laughed and hurriedly came to the door with brisk steps, and Lu Hanqiang nodded vaguely in response while brushing his teeth.

And this shopkeeper Zhang just said hello, and immediately came out of his voice: "Mr. is very happy." ”

This voice almost made Lu Hanqiang completely insert the willow branch in his hand into his throat. How could a tepid shopkeeper commit something crazy today, and be so shocked? Could it be that his daughter has found her in-laws?

Lu Hanqiang, who gave up brushing his teeth with green salt, quickly asked in surprise. "I don't know why the shopkeeper gave me joy so early?"

"Good news, sir." Shopkeeper Zhang shouted loudly to Lu Hanqiang.

"What's the good news? Could it be that the money that was piled up in the house last night has doubled today? Lu Hanqiang said with a haha.

"It's better than this." The shopkeeper's eyebrows fluttered.

Lu Hanqiang is inexplicable, what is the good news that is better than doubling the money? I don't know, since I don't know, I'm waiting for the shopkeeper to say. So, Lu Hanqiang continued to brush his teeth slowly.

"Sir, your masterpiece is favored by the queen mother, no, I just issued an edict to order our tabloids to be paid tribute to the palace every day, so that the queen mother and the nobles of the harem can read it." The shopkeeper said loudly with excitement on his face. "Now, we are no longer a tabloid, we are a big newspaper, a big newspaper."

This voice immediately attracted the second-class onlookers, for them, this is indeed a great thing, this is a great honor. So, everyone cheered.

Lu Hanqiang also gave up brushing his teeth, his face was red with excitement, in this way, his book was branded with the royal brand, which is considered a guarantee for his book, originally, he was always worried about when the spies of the East and West Factory came out to arrest him, and now this worry no longer exists, at the same time, this good news also brings a greater business opportunity for his newspaper - the royal newspaper, haha, what a good advertisement, what a good signboard?

"Also, the word from above is down, please follow the method of "Dream of Red Mansions" to print "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and present it to King Xin's Mansion for King Xin's viewing.

Lu Hanqiang stumbled, almost fell, and then there was an ecstasy that could no longer be suppressed, even if he pretended to be calm in front of these people, but his whole face had begun to distort and deform, and the speed of change was more instantaneous than the change of face in Sichuan Opera.

King Xin, that is Chongzhen, he can dedicate what he said to him in the form of tabloids, that is, internal reference, then it is branded as a hidden resistance, what he was worried about was remembered by Wei Zhongxian's old pickled eunuch, and it is no longer a problem to be invited to credit by the feudal lord of the East and West Factory. The world is big, the emperor is the biggest, Wei Zhongxian is just a dog of others, especially that kid, he has ambition but no guts, and when he was able to hold a nephew as the prince in the end, he was scolded by Empress Zhang, either I die or you die, so he died and obediently waited for the judgment of fate.

At this time, hug a thick leg, and the absolute best thick leg in the world, where is there a better thing than this?

"I'm going to do a big job, I'm going to do a lot of work." Lu Hanqiang roared in his heart, and then said loudly to the shopkeeper with a distorted face: "Recruit people, recruit five more showmen to record and sort out the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" for me, find the owner of the printing company, and print 100,000 copies today, reaching 200,000 copies." ”

"Two hundred thousand?" The shopkeeper Zhang was dumbfounded, looking at the gentleman who might have been shocked by this big news, and asked imaginably, 100,000 copies may be saturated, this is what you said, 200,000 copies, who will sell it, won't it smash your hands? There's my stake here.

"As long as you print the "Royal Review" at the beginning of the newspaper, 200,000, that's a matter of every second, 300,000 is possible." Lu Hanqiang excitedly walked in the small courtyard with a willow branch in his mouth, and his blood was already boiling beyond measure.

Reminded by this, the shopkeeper's eyes immediately brightened and turned blood-red.

That's right, published in the name of a royal tribute, so who doesn't want to see the freshness? How many people are there in Beijing? More than one million, not counting the non-local officials and students stranded in Beijing, 200,000, plus there have already been foreign printing offices or hawkers, selling in batches, and the existence of drizzle.

Looking at everyone who ran away with a smoke, Lu Hanqiang, who was scattered all over, continued to brush his teeth with willow branches for a long time, and thought wildly in his heart, "Pull the tiger skin to make a big flag, this is the highest realm, a tiger skin solves all things, this tiger skin is worth it." ”