A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

Lu Ji's face was ugly. He thought about it carefully and said helplessly: "I thought about many people, but I couldn't find anyone who could compare with Su Shi."

Sima Guang was also helpless, "Su Shi's talent is like a gift from heaven. I often wonder if there is a fountain of talent in his body that continuously supplies him with poems and articles. Alas!"

Lu Ji suddenly smiled and said: "Don't worry, he is alone, and there are so many of us. No matter how talented Su Shi is, I don't believe that he can write so many poems and articles."

Sima Guang smiled and said: "I am also thinking of his talent, that's all. We will not lose in this matter, we will definitely win."

Lu Jie then mentioned the names of several talented people with outstanding literary talents, including Qin Guan. "With them here, Su Shi is no match."

Sima Guang felt relieved, "The words in the article should be more intense, and you must refute it."

"good!"

Lu Hui went in a hurry. He sent people to inform various places. After waiting for the post office, a group of people booked a restaurant to discuss matters.

Wen Yanbo is the Prime Minister, so naturally he will not attend such gatherings.

"Everyone should brainstorm ideas. If you have articles, just write them. Of course there are people here... Travel less."

Lu Hui enthusiastically invited a young man to stand up and introduced him: "Everyone should know this guy, Qin Guan Qin Shaoyou, a great talent that is rare to see in recent years. From now on, our tabloid will rely on him. You can get close to him." Closeness.”

Qin Guan was a little excited and raised his hands to those around him.

At this moment, he thought of Shen An.

Shen An made a Beimang newspaper, which made the old party panic for a while.

The old party's counterattack came quickly and urgently, and he was actually elected as the leader of this tabloid. How exciting!

Thinking of the upcoming fight with Shen An, Qin Guan couldn't help but feel a little arrogant in his heart.

Miscellaneous studies are miscellaneous studies. If it is about poetry and articles, who does Qin Guan fear?

Even though it was Su Shi whom he admired, he still refused to admit defeat.

What's more, the old party is full of talents, and there are countless people who wrote poems and articles. How can Beimang News be an opponent?

Thinking of this, Qin Guan raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.

He was originally a handsome young man, but now he stood tall and tall, which immediately attracted cheers.

"Much more handsome than Shen An."

"Yes, and his talent is outstanding."

Several big shots praised it, and someone asked: "What is the name of our tabloid?"

Lu Hui said: "Hui Ying Bao."

Everyone couldn't help but praise him for a while, then raised their glasses and drank.

Huiying means gathering the elites of the old party, which is almost taboo.

But Zhao Shu was too partial, and Wang Shao made trouble in the Privy Council, but Zhao Shu pulled the strings, causing frustration within the old party.

Now that the elites of the old party are gathered here, what is their purpose?

"Young Master, remember, let the tabloid in the grave be disgraced!"

Lu Hui raised his glass.

Qin Guan nodded, "Definitely."

Beimang Newspaper, Beimang Mountain is full of tombs, so Lu Jie implies that Beimang Newspaper is a tabloid published for ghosts.

…

Qin Guan was very drunk. When he got up the next day, he went to convene people to discuss matters.

"We need to prepare articles and poems. Articles criticizing the new law are the most important. Those people agreed yesterday. You can just go to their homes to pick them up later..."

Everyone smiled and nodded.

There is no shortage of money here. Lu Jie just mentioned it last night and raised 20,000 yuan on the spot.

We are not short of money!

This refreshing feeling is refreshing.

"It's just that this tabloid must be reported. Now that the memorial has entered the palace, I think there will be no problem with the Beimang newspaper in front. So you can get started soon."

Qin Guan felt that this kind of thing was most suitable for him.

He entered the check-in room, made himself a pot of tea, and drank it slowly to relieve the hangover.

There was still plenty of time, so he planned to use ten days to select the articles and poems and then publish them.

"Travel less!"

Qin Guan was taking a nap. After being hungover, he felt very tired and weak. When he heard the shouting, he frowned and said, "What's the matter?"

The door was pushed open, and a man came in with a newspaper, his face was pale, "Shaoyou, Beimang newspaper has issued the second one!"

Boom!

Qin Guan banged the table rudely, "How can they publish one copy in one day? How can there be so many writings? It must be made up randomly. Let me show it to someone."

He took the newspaper and read it carefully.

The front page still continued the style of yesterday, and continued to dig deeper into the old party's opposition to the reorganization of disaster victims into Xiangjun.

He opened the back and saw that all kinds of market news were well organized and the content was particularly attractive.

On the other side, the basic knowledge of miscellaneous studies was described in some interesting short stories, which seemed extremely interesting. Qin Guan couldn't help but read it to the end.

Boom!

He pounded the table again and said sternly: "Who is doing this? One piece a day, one piece a day, how can they get so many?"

"It's Zhang Dun!"

Qin Guan shook his head, "Zhang Dun knows that he is a lunatic. That lunatic cannot create such a pattern. The only possibility is that Mr. Shen An and Zhang Dun Shiwei can do it."

He was anxious and hurried to the Yushitai to ask for a meeting with Lu Hui.

"Another one?" Lu Hui's eyes widened.

What the hell do you think tabloids are?

One serving a day, is this crazy?

He comforted: "This is the feeling of pride at the beginning, but it will definitely be gone tomorrow."

Qin Guan thought about it, so he went back and urged those people to go everywhere to ask for articles and poems. As for the news in the market, he felt that Shen An's behavior was disgusting.

"Can things in the market really make it to the elegant hall? We are called Huiying Daily, so naturally we can't let those things get in the way."

So they only wanted poetry and articles.

At the end of the day, Qin Guan felt exhausted.

After one night, he felt like he was alive again.

Standing at the door of his home, he looked up at the rising sun and murmured: "I will definitely succeed!"

He arrived at Hui Ying Bao's office with high spirits, but as soon as he entered, he felt something was wrong.

The literati were all gathered around looking at something.

"What?" Qin Guan asked with a smile.

The literati turned around and looked a little uneasy, and Qin Guan's heartbeat accelerated.

A thought arises.

do not!

It won't happen again, right?

A scholar picked up the newspaper, Qin Guan blinked, "Yes..."

"Shaoyou, then Shen An is a lunatic. This is a daily serving!"

Damn it!

Qin Guan only felt dizzy. He covered his forehead and stepped back to lean against the door, breathing rapidly and saying, "But there is something in his words?"

If the Beimang newspaper was fabricated, he really wasn't afraid.

"yes."

Qin Guan's body relaxed immediately.

What a thief!

Shen An actually published a daily tabloid, how could he follow it?

He felt a tightness in his chest, so he punched it hard, and then coughed violently.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Shaoyou!" Someone worriedly brought hot tea. Qin Shaoyou was angry and waved it away.

Boom!

The tea cup fell to the ground and was not shattered, but the tea splashed everywhere.

"How did he do it?" Qin Guan's face turned pale.

"I don't know."

"Then go and find out!" Qin Guan roared uncontrollably.

You really can't blame him for this.

The Huiying Daily followed suit and vowed to overwhelm the Beimang Daily at first, but now it was disrupted by Shen An's pace of publishing one newspaper a day.

Qin Guan was thinking hard in the duty room, and there was no news until the afternoon.

"Then Shen An recruited many down-and-out literati and asked them to go to Bianliang to collect information. They got a lot of information and then screened them out. The miscellaneous studies were done by teachers and students of Mangshan Academy. They said there were many and they could do it. It won’t be repeated for several years.”

I said!

The literati on the side wanted to vomit blood.

Who has seen such a well-prepared opponent?

"As soon as Shen An makes a move, it will be overwhelming. We must do it as soon as possible."

"His salary was very high. Those literati often didn't even bother to eat breakfast, and just collected information all over Bianliang. It was said to be a waste of sleep and food."

Shen An's money ability was activated.

It’s so disappointing!

"Where are those articles?" Qin Guan knew that this was the only advantage of the old party.

"That Zhangdun knew a lot about the new law and gathered a group of people to write it, specifically focusing on the New Deal. Their people could also go to collect information and ask questions about the impact of the New Deal on the people..."

This is an organized action!

Compared with Shen An's Beimang Newspaper, this side is more like a straggler.

A scholar murmured: "As expected of Duke Shen, a famous general with great skills!"

Qin Guan stood there blankly, then gritted his teeth and said: "Quick, we must get it out as soon as possible!"

He has already produced a batch of poems and articles here. This is his only chance to fight back and he cannot delay it any longer.

…

"One serving a day?"

After the morning Umrah meeting, Shen An went into the palace to explain miscellaneous studies and brought today's newspapers along with him.

"yes!"

Shen An had a calm look on his face, and felt secretly happy.

The old party brought out Qin Guan, a talented man, to stand up to him. This was a sign of lack of confidence. Now I am intimidated by the daily pace of Beimang Newspaper. It is said that Qin Guan was very anxious every day, urging literati to write articles and poems.

That thing is useless!

Shen An felt that he was facing a group of idiots who had no idea how newspapers worked, let alone what content people liked to read. Such an opponent... was really boring!

Zhao Shu read the newspaper and said, "What are you going to do with miscellaneous studies?"

"I just want to let the people know something about the outside world. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net "

There are many rules that can be called foolish among the people. How can we break them? The best way is to open up people's wisdom.

"I understand." Zhao Shu suddenly changed his name and began to lecture.

After finishing the class, Shen An felt that she still had more to learn.

"Your lectures are indeed extraordinary. I also know a little about the miscellaneous subjects. In fact, it is very interesting to be with all things in the world and explore the subtle changes in them."

Zhao Shu said happily: "Da Lang has been staring at Qingning Palace recently. Go and tell him that the child will not be born until next year."

…

"Looking at Qi'ao, there are green bamboos and Yiyi. There are bandits and gentlemen, it's like quarreling with each other, like polishing..."

In the bedroom, Xiang sat beside the bed and looked at Zhao Xu who was reading poetry with a happy face.

From that day on, Zhao Xu would read poetry into her belly every day, from Tang poetry to the Book of Songs. Recently, he had been selecting articles.

This man is so good!

The good man Zhao Xu recited with deep feeling on his face: "You are seductive, you are arrogant, you are arrogant. There are gangsters and gentlemen, and you should never be arrogant."

But if you look carefully, you will find that his eyes are unfocused.

If Shen An was here, he would definitely say that this is a robot that reads automatically.

"Your Majesty, Duke Shen is here."

Zhao Xu stood up and said softly to Xiang's belly: "I'll come as soon as I can for my father."

So gentle!

Xiang's eyes were red with emotion.

Zhao Xu walked all the way to the front, becoming more and more relaxed as he walked.

"What are you..." Shen An felt that this guy's temperament had changed.

"I'm studying." Zhao Xuyun said calmly.

"A good thing." Reading is a good habit, and it's better than going out to eat, drink, whore, or gamble.

But he always felt that something was wrong with Zhao Xu, and his whole person seemed to be floating.

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