Heavenly Dao Formula

"portrait?"

"That's right, judging from the traces, it should have been printed with a mold too, but this stroke... oh my God, they actually used fine slashes and crossed lines to represent light or dark shadows, while the shadows in the dark It's ink color." Mr. Zhuang said in admiration, "Don't you think... this portrait is so lifelike, as if it is standing on the screen?"

"It's quite meaningful when you say that." Father Wei pondered, "But after all, it's just a palm-sized portrait, and it can be printed in batches. It shouldn't be worth much, right?"

"Painting skills are valuable." The other party said firmly, "I have collected many famous paintings by famous artists, and I have a little understanding of this industry. For those masters, seeking breakthroughs in techniques is equally important as improving their state of mind. More specific I can’t say for sure, but this method of using lines to express light and shadow, so as to make the portrait stand up, is definitely from the hands of famous masters! If you can get the original version, it will definitely sell for a high price in a few years.”

"So that's what you meant." Wei's father was stunned.

"Of course, the value of this newspaper is far more than ten articles... Regardless of the cost, it is the first issue of commemorative significance, and the content is so amazing. If I don't read it, I don't know about Jinxia City. There are dragons in it...it’s really eye-opening." Mr. Zhuang looked at Wei Wushuang, "It should sell well."

"No... When I go to buy a newspaper, almost no one is willing to pay for it."

"What?" The other party asked in surprise, "How many newspapers are there in that store?"

Wei Wushuang thought for a moment, "About two or three thousand?"

"Well... I'll buy half of it." The businessman surnamed Zhuang got up and said, "Where is the store?"

"Are you sure?" Father Wei asked unexpectedly, "That's more than a hundred taels of silver."

"When will I start a business that loses money?" He said confidently, "People outside want to know the news about Jinxia City, and if they pull it to Anshen City to sell it, they won't worry about no one asking for twenty coins. And those Painters, it’s nothing to them to spend one or two silver. To put it bluntly, the business itself is to use the information difference to obtain income. As long as the channels are open, there are few things in the world that cannot make money.”

"I'll take you there!" Wei Wushuang said happily.

"But didn't you just say... you're going to the secretariat later?"

"Hey, there's time. Mr. Zhuang, please come with me."

Wei Wushuang put on his outer robe again, took the other party out, and at the same time was very happy - although it could only increase the sales of one store, it was better than not selling any. Moreover, Mr. Zhuang's vision is indeed good. If the newspaper can be sold to other places, it can be regarded as fulfilling the original intention of the Propaganda Department.

However, when he rushed to the bookstore with the benefactor, Wei Wushuang got an unexpected answer from the shopkeeper.

"What did you say—papers are sold out?"

"Yes," the boss said a little embarrassedly, "not only the ones on the table, but also the ones in the room are sold out."

"But didn't few people want to buy it before?"

"Indeed, but later a mysterious guest bought all the newspapers and distributed them to the surrounding villagers for free on the spot." The boss scratched his head, "Probably some rich family is doing good deeds..."

I have only heard of giving with hot porridge, noodles and cakes, and this is the first time I have heard of the two people doing charity with newspapers.

What's more, these Shenjin weekly reports add up to two or three hundred taels of silver!

Wei Wushuang and Mr. Zhuang looked at each other for a while.

...

"Master Chi, all the newspapers of Baiwen Yaji and Zhouji Bookstore have been distributed, and the remaining one is not a big problem." Kong Xuanzi reported to Chihui, "Only we have no contact with the Office, and the three bookstores have added A total of four hundred and fifty-six taels of silver."

"Thank you." Chi nodded in satisfaction, and changed to a more majestic posture, "How much money is left from the money I brought this time?"

"There are more than 17,000 taels left," Kong Xuanzi counted, "However, many of them are gold ingots and precious stones. If you want to cash them into cash, it will take some time."

"Did you only use so much?" Chi said, propping his face with one hand, "It doesn't look like it would cost much to distribute a copy to everyone in Jinxia City. If only Xia Fan could find a way to print more newspapers."

Penglai is not short of money.

But she never revealed to others how rich Penglai was.

Many, many years ago, in the era when humans and dragons coexisted, the sacrifices accepted by the ancestors included not only children, but also a lot of property. In order to store them, the ancestors had to open up a huge cave on the island as a warehouse. Over time, many copper coins were even glued together, making it difficult to separate them. When evacuating Penglai Island, Chi people took away a lot of money in batches, but there are still many valuable things left on the island.

This was also the reason why she had to bring more than a dozen entourages with her when she traveled.

In addition to taking care of her daily life, some people were also assigned to guard and escort the "packages" brought on this trip.

And when Chi introduced his ability to the candidates from the Six Nations, he deliberately concealed the money part, because he didn't want to arouse the greed of the other party, and thus got the opposite result.

After all, such a huge sum of "dowry", let alone a demon, even if the target is a demon, I am afraid that some people would dare to agree to it.

She is a dragon.

Unique real dragon.

It should be more dazzling than this money.

Now...someone has finally figured this out.

Chi picked up a newspaper in his hand happily, and read the report about himself for the seventeenth time.

Running thousands of miles to send reinforcements, calling clouds and rain to extinguish the fires in the city, blocking the sea wind to trap enemy ships in the western poles, taking the lead in defeating vicious pirates...all of them are positively described, and the accompanying drawings also show the heroic appearance of the dragon.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to be in the headlines.

Overall...not bad.

Although the pricing of newspapers makes people less willing to buy on the first day, it is enough for Penglai to solve this small problem by itself. Chi believes that when these news spread, she will sooner or later become the guardian in the hearts of the residents of Jinxia, ​​and rebuild the Penglai Fairy Pavilion that has been cheered by the world.

"As soon as the snow melts, notify those old friends who live in seclusion to move to Qiguo Jinxia City." Chi said slowly.

This means that it is equivalent to officially deciding to settle here.

"Yes." Kong Xuanzi also showed a gratified smile. He didn't care so much about whether the Penglai prosperity could be reappeared. He only hoped that Master Chi could live a carefree life in the future.

"Lord Chi—" At this time another person pushed open the door and sent a message at the door, "There is an invitation from the Office, I hope you can go to Fengyang Villa. Lord Xia Fan has something to discuss with you .”

Is this the heightened publicity campaign he mentioned earlier? Everything is finally on the right track.

Chi raised the corner of his mouth, "Understood, I will go there."