New Times Inn

"Are you sure you want to send these things out?" Feng Qing's friend asked slightly uncertainly.

"It's okay, let's post it, I'm optimistic about you." Feng Qing said lightly, "You are the most talented person I have met over the years."

After listening to Feng Qing's friend, there was an inexplicable emotion on his expression.

—How many years.

For so long, she was regarded by her relatives and friends as a mentally ill person.

When she writes the masterpiece in her mind patiently, her mother will patiently stroke her forehead with her hand and ask with concern:

"Isn't this burning? Or is it an evil?"

This kind of concern is actually a means of humiliation. Feng Qing's friends have never forgotten it for so many years. She swears in her heart that sooner or later, she will show some color to those who despise her.

And today there are people who have discerned eyes and discovered her talent.

It's her! It's this woman!

Feng Qing's friend kept firing light waves to Feng Qing with his eyes.

However, this expression was all ignored by Feng Qing.

Feng Qing, like a ruthless capitalist, calmly put these messy things on a fixed template.

Then she typeset the content, finalizes it, and prints it out with her own printer.

The poor printer made a creaking noise and started working day and night. The creaking sound resounded throughout the inn, making all the guests curious about what happened to the shopkeeper. doing what…

Feng Qing turned her head and glanced at some information that the old beggar brought her.

Recently, the Five Sacred Sacred Alliance Leader seems to be ready to come here.

It's just that in ancient times, even if the leader of a faction had to travel through the mountains, it would take a month or two to get to their little broken place.

This year, the shopkeeper can't beat the head, and it is only right, Feng Qing is not someone who doesn't even understand this common sense, she is going to change his style of play.

Thinking of this, Feng Qing silently pulled out another newspaper from the side.

Feng Qing found out that the most widely circulated tabloid in the arena can publish about 10,000 copies at a time, which is already the best-selling newspaper in the arena. Lonely, while lamenting the low literacy rate of ancient people.

The most widely circulated tabloid often publishes some gossip, and this is the most popular topic among the people.

And in sharp contrast is the one Feng Qing is holding now.

This newspaper is a bit bland compared to newspapers written by cyberpunk humans, even compared to some ancient newspapers.

After all, what is written here are all kinds of major events that happened in the rivers and lakes.

Which predecessor died, which sect married.

Even the plot of the three heroes, they can write as light as plain water.

So this newspaper in Feng Qing's hands is a newspaper that not many people read in the whole arena.

After all, the human beings in this world do not like to read such simple but boring words, even though every sentence on it is closely related to the life of Jianghu people.

Probably because the content is too boring, its circulation is too low, but for some reason, it still exists.

If Feng Qing hadn't specially commissioned someone to look for this newspaper, then I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to find where it was sold, because there are too few bookstores willing to sell it.

Only, it belongs to a very special place.

Feng Qing calmly glanced at the name on the newspaper.

The Five Mountains

…

Chu Changzui returned to his room with a very stiff expression. Seeing his appearance, the guys were curious to ask him what happened.

"No, it's fine." Chu Changzui shook his head in a panic, then fled under the gaze of a group of people.

"There's definitely something going on, and it's definitely hiding it from us." After the guys at the inn looked at each other, they all thought to themselves.

It's just that although they were open-minded, they couldn't imagine how shocking words Chu Changzui saw in that newspaper just now.

But the shopkeeper doesn't seem to care about this at all.

In addition to the shocking words, Chu Changzui felt a strong sense of disobedience from the newspaper.

What is it?

This sense of disobedience is like a duck with chicken feet. It is unclear, and it seems that Leng Ding can't figure out the reason for this sense of disobedience.

But it's heartbreaking.

When Chu Changzui was thinking frantically here, Feng Qing had already carried a stack of newspapers and went to the bookstore in the town.

The next day, Feng Qing's newspaper appeared in the rivers and lakes for the first time.

"It seems that the circulation is not bad." Feng Qing said slightly when looking around.

Although ancient newspapers generally had professional workshops with high output, they must be running at full capacity, and they can't compare with Feng Qing's recently bought printer.

The printer produced a thousand copies in just two hours of continuous operation.

Feng Qing took them to various places on the rivers and lakes, and then commissioned some bookstores to sell them.

Thanks to the unparalleled network of the beggars, it's easy for them to do it.

Then... this newspaper relies on its own excellent quality to completely explode.

They are like the stars of the ancient society who saw a lighter from the modern age, and this spark ignited the first flame of their lives.

"Alas, the sales of newspapers in this way seem to be quite good, and this business is really more profitable than I thought. Now it seems that it is quite simple to recover the cost." Feng Qing said with emotion.

Her so-called cost, in addition to the ink that comes with the inn, is the royalties paid to her friends.

At the level of her friend, Feng Qing felt that giving her half a pancake for every thousand words was already cheap for her...

—However, in this case, something strange happened.

Just when Feng Qing was lamenting how easy it was to recover the cost, none of the guys in the inn heard about it.

Even, even Chu Changzui, who had been paying attention to this matter, didn't know.

"Something's wrong." Chu Changzui muttered to himself while lying on the table.

"According to the speed of the shopkeeper, those newspapers should have been published, but why haven't I heard the news recently? Did the shopkeeper finally give up on her terrible idea?"

Chu Changzui has been watching Feng Qing's every move with complete fear.

He has been watching the stars every night for the past few days, forgetting to eat and sleep.

Chu Changzui began to suspect the mental health of his shopkeeper.

After all, if that kind of thing is posted on the rivers and lakes, it will definitely cause a huge storm.

Now he doesn't care at all whether the shopkeeper wants to establish an intelligence network of his own, and then fight intelligence wars with the people on the opposite side. His current requirements are very low.

Is it because all kinds of pressure recently made the shopkeeper a little crazy?

In an instant? Or is it the matter of the Five Sacred Mountains?

Where is the sense of disobedience?

When he brought the crispy snacks, he suddenly froze for a moment, then took the small bag and went to the shopkeeper.

"The shopkeeper, the shopkeeper, look." Chu Changzui held the bag high, "Is there a mistake on this bag? Look, other bags are printed on it. It's all a little raccoon, but it has a little raccoon printed on it."

Feng Qing looked down, hey, he really is Xiao Huaneng.

It is absolutely impossible, and the snacks of Xixi are not good.

Feng Qing calmly picked up the bag, ready to give Xiaobai a popular science tour of various commercial operations in the cyberpunk human era.

"This thing is called a cottage, do you understand?" Feng Qing said.

"Copyright?" Chu Changzui's mind silently appeared as the king of the mountain.

"Isn't a stockade, or a thief, a cottage? It's a counterfeit. You must understand it when you walk around the world these days. You will encounter this kind of counterfeit if you're not careful. Your conscience is really black." Feng Qing shook her head, showing a very disgusting expression.

When she explained this, Chu Changzui understood a little in a daze.

"Then why would they make such a fake?"

"Of course, it is for the purpose of selling it under the genuine brand, so that it can be sold at a higher price and more popular. This is a very treacherous method."

"Oh."

Chu Changzui nodded obediently.

…wait?

After Feng Qing left, Chu Changzui suddenly flew out and came to a bookstore on the street. After searching for a long time, he finally saw a familiar newspaper in the corner.

The typography, layout, pages, all are identical.

Only in the top line of the newspaper headline, but it is inexplicably strange.

Liu Yue Jiang Hu