The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Naturally, it can also be seen that in the past, even articles with a quality of more than a thousand words were printed in a book or copied by hand.

It takes at least seven or eighty writings to be able to buy a copy. And now only spend five cents, you can see a wonderful article, why not start.

Even after it is bought, can you make a profit if you add money and sell it to those scholars?

Although many people were unhappy because they couldn't buy the "Chang'an Xunbao", soon after receiving the notice, the newspaper traffickers spread the word.

Don’t panic if you can’t buy it today. Tomorrow, there will be a large number of "Changan Xunbao" on the market, still with five copies.

Such news finally gave those late scholars some comfort in their hearts.

This also allowed some Chang'an merchants who had sneakily bought a lot of shares, and wanted to take the opportunity to make a profit, but temporarily put away their thoughts.

Decided to wait and see how much there is tomorrow. If it is tomorrow's "Changan Xunbao" there are not many.

Then they will continue to eat this batch of "Chang'an Xunbao" with the vendors from other places, and then secretly poke them to let the disguise vendors buy it to the scholars at a high price.

However, there are not many merchants who really dare to do this. After all, this era is still the time when scholars are king.

It really offends these scholars to death, these merchants will definitely not be able to eat.

As long as the scholars know that they are behind the scenes and rush to the government to file a complaint, well...the fate of these people will be obvious.

What everyone didn't expect was that before noon, the machines that had been idled in Jinyang Printing House had been activated again.

That kind of speed far exceeds the speed of engraving and manual printing, so that the newspapers will be piled up quickly.

Li Ke didn't even want to sit, so he walked in front of the printing machinery, cheering for the printing workers.

This excellent royal toolman has turned into a foreman, working hard to urge the craftsmen to print the newspaper earlier.

In order to send the newly printed 60,000 copies of "Chang'an Xunbao" to Chang'an for sale tomorrow.

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Wei Wang Litai stood in the courtyard, looking at nearly 5,000 copies of "Changan Xunbao" bought back by households disguised as ordinary people.

The whole person looked refreshed and refreshed, although Wei Wang Litai paid 30 guan yuan for two thousand copies of "Changan Xunbao".

But this little money, to Li Tai, who is rich in wealth, is nothing short of a drizzle.

"His Royal Highness, how do we deal with these "Chang'an Xunbao"?" The housekeeper, Li Gonggong, looked at the newspapers on the ground and asked Li Tai, the king of Wei.

Wei Wang Li Tai kicked the pile of newspapers in front of him in disgust, and whispered.

"Give it all to Ben Wangdui to the firewood room. Let's put it aside. Didn't Cheng Chubi tell the people that a large number of "Chang'an Xunbao" will be shipped into Chang'an tomorrow."

"Tomorrow, you will continue to buy, and after you have bought it, put it in the wood house."

"This king wants to see how much money he can lay down, Cheng Chubi."

Early the next morning, the same number of 60,000 copies of "Chang'an Xunbao" as the previous day were all shipped into Chang'an City and sold separately.

The local merchants in Chang'an City saw this scene and only dared to buy in a small amount quietly.

As for the vendors from other places, they probably bought a batch of them yesterday because they thought they were buying less.

The scholars in Chang'an also bought a portion, but Wei Wang Litai, who was already prepared, finally became the winner of the acquisition of the "Chang'an Xunbao" today.

Wei Wang Li Tai looked at the 15,000 newspapers pushed in front of him, and at the huge pile of newspapers that were large enough to be pulled by a car, the smile on his face became more and more overflowing.

"Fifteen thousand copies, hahaha... This king only spent seventy-five pens, but Cheng Chubi had to lose at least five or six hundred pens."

The housekeeper, Grandpa Li's expression, was not so happy. After the Wei Wang and Li Taille finished, he carefully reported.

"Well, the servants and maids heard that the newspaper dealers said that tomorrow there will be a large number of "Chang'an Xunbao" entering Chang'an."

"??" Now, Wei Wang and Li Tai were a little confused. Looking straight at the housekeeper Li Gonggong before him, he couldn't help but ask for a long time.

"Is that vulgar Wufu Cheng Chubi crazy?"

"The slave and maid really don't know." The housekeeper Li Gonggong lowered his head and didn't know how to answer.

Wei Wang Li Tai looked at those newspapers, thinking about it with a black face. "Fine, tomorrow... although there are more, then we will accept it again."

"Yes, the slave and maid obeyed."

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A blink of an eye, another day passed, Wei Wang Li Tai stared blankly at the large pile in the mansion, um... there were twice as many newspapers as yesterday.

"According to your Royal Highness's instructions, we received almost 30,000 copies." The housekeeper, Grandpa Li, looked at the small hill of newspapers with some worry.

For a long time, Wei Wang Li Tai asked dryly. "Have you sent someone to stare at Cheng Chubi?"

"Go, he looks as usual, and there is nothing wrong with being on duty in the East Palace today."

The housekeeper, Grandpa Li, originally wanted to say that according to the news from his servants, Cheng Chubi seemed to be very happy today.

However, considering that his Highness is not in a very good mood~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The housekeeper, Grandpa Li, decided to conceal the news that might make his highness myocardial infarction.

"...Tomorrow, will there be tomorrow?" Wei Wang Li Tai looked at the nearly 30,000 newspapers before him, and squeezed his dry mouth, always feeling a little painful.

"I didn't hear it today. I think it was the newspaper that flowed into the hands of the scholars in Chang'an. I'm afraid it is almost saturated."

Hearing such an answer, Wei Wang Litai sighed slightly, and once again showed a high and arrogant smile.

"Cheng Chubi, this crude martial artist seems to be a little unsupported, yes, you guys did a great job..."

It doesn’t cost much, even if it’s 30,000 copies, it’s only one hundred and fifty.

"His Royal Highness, I am afraid that the firewood room will not be able to stack so many newspapers..." The housekeeper, Grandpa Li, was a little relieved and reminded him.

"...You need to ask me about such small things, just find an unused room and pile it up." Wei Wang Li Tai said unwillingly.

"Okay Your Highness, but if Cheng Chubi's next time the "Changan Xunbao" has such a large print volume, should we still buy it?"

"...Buy! Continue to this king, and let the bookshops that print "Chang'an Collected Works" hurry up.

It's been so long, and there is no news yet, it is extremely incompetent. "

"Tell them that if the next issue of "Chang'an Xunbao" appears on the market, they can't get the "Chang'an Collected Works" out, so let's not blame this king for not being affectionate."

"Yes, the maidservant understands, let's do it now." The housekeeper Li Gong nodded vigorously, turned his head, looked at the piles of newspapers, and quickly appoint someone to deal with it.