Let you be a proton, you chase the empress of the enemy country?

Chapter 48 Young master, don't bully young people into being poor!
"Li Guo's group of gojibas, in order to kill Lao Tzu's bookstore, they really don't want to lose face!"

The voice was extremely violent.

Xun Zhiyin had heard Ying Wuji scolding people before, but it was the first time he heard Ying Wuji scolding so harshly and unbearably so, so he immediately pricked up his ears and listened carefully, wanting to see what happened, and unexpectedly put this hob meat It became like this.

Since that incident, Ying Wuji's temperament has changed drastically, and he is the one who feels the most intuitively.

In the past, he behaved well in everything he did, but later he pointed at his nose and scolded him, as if he didn't care about anything.

It's definitely not a trivial matter to be so angry now.

He just said... kill the bookstore?

Isn't that our son's perfect property?
Xun Zhiyin's heart skipped a beat, feeling something was wrong, so he listened more carefully.

Bai Zhi comforted in a low voice: "Young master, don't panic! You can definitely do it."

"Ah……"

Ying Wuji sneered: "What can I do? Other bookstores also have printing, so what advantage do we have in that corner?"

"Isn't our embassy still..."

Bai Zhi lowered her voice again, as if she was afraid that others would hear it.

"To shut up!"

Ying Wuji interrupted sharply, and his voice became much lower: "Don't tell me you want me to beg that old dog Xun Zhiyin?"

Bai Zhi felt aggrieved: "But this bookstore is your painstaking effort..."

Ying Wuji was extremely irritable: "You think I want to? But there are only ten days left, and orders from other countries can't be grabbed, so let's hang on to it like this. The rich can't make money, but the ordinary people can always get it." Earn some."

"But, but... we invested a lot of money!"

"That's the money Hua Chao invested in the paper store. What does it have to do with my bookstore? Anyway, I didn't lose money!"

Ying Wuji's voice seemed a little depressed, he cursed a few more words, and went straight back to his room.

Xun Zhiyin: "..."

tractor:"……"

Xun Zhiyin was silent for a while, and quickly called one of his subordinates: "Go outside and find out what happened?"

"Yes!"

His subordinates took orders and left the embassy quickly.

Xun Zhiyin sat down and took a sip of tea, breathing a little more quickly. When he showed his loyalty to Ying Wuque last time, he bragged about this bookstore to the sky.

What if something went wrong?
But he thought about it again, could this be Ying Wuji's bitter trick, after all, he mentioned that thing just now.

After thinking wildly for a while, his subordinates came back and reported the news about the bookstore they had inquired outside.

In the end, I handed over several books to Xun Zhiyin: "My lord! This is what was published by several major bookstores."

Xun Zhiyin opened it and found that although the publications of these bookstores were not good, they already had that meaning. At least it would not be a problem to take them out and buy them.

Most importantly, several bookstores actually used the same engraving block for publication.

In order to deal with a Shangmo Bookstore, several bookstores actually teamed up directly, and even found out that Lan Lingsheng made such harsh demands on the outside world.

"It really doesn't talk about Wude!"

Xun Zhiyin cursed, since Ying Wuji's accident, this was the first time he felt wronged for Ying Wuji.

So bullying!
I've never seen such a bully!
How many aristocratic families of the Li country unite to bully a proton of an friendly country with no background?

Where did Ying Wuji find the strength to fight back?

If they let Shangmo Bookstore go down, how can I claim credit for it?
No wonder Ying Wuji was so angry, he was going to die of anger just by hearing it.

Xun Zhiyin was in a hurry and paced back and forth in the room, not knowing what to do for a while.

One is that there is no book of the same level as "Mountain and Sea Tales", and the other is that the location is remote and cannot be trusted by people, and it is difficult to get this order.

The remoteness of the location can be solved by yourself, which was originally the preferential treatment given to the Qian Kingdom by King Li, but there has been no property that can be sold in these years, so it has been useless.

But it’s useless to just have a shop. How could it be possible for such a wonderful book like "Shanhai Paradise" to be resounding for a while...

Tieniu got a little impatient when he shook him: "Have you thought of a way?"

Xun Zhiyin hurriedly said: "The envoy, don't worry, I'll find a way right away!"

After finishing speaking, he cupped his hands and left.

After going out, he hesitated for a while, then strode towards the courtyard where Ying Wuji was.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, he heard a voice from the courtyard.

Bai Zhi's voice was a little anxious: "My lord, the stories you wrote are much better than "Shanhai Paradise". If you write a few more stories, you will definitely be able to turn around in time!"

"What can I do? Even if I don't sleep and rest, it will take at least five days to write it. Tell me how to make this book known in Jiangcheng before the end of the month? By then, all the orders from other places will be snatched up." , how to turn over?

That's it, I probably won't be able to make big money, I'll just earn some pocket money in the future, anyway, it's not mine, so why work so hard? "

Ying Wuji's voice was sleepy, without the anger just now, nor the feeling of arrogance and domineering before, as if he had completely resigned to his fate.

Bai Zhi was a little unwilling, but could only agree: "Okay..."

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

There was a knock on the door.

Bai Zhi: "Who?"

Xun Zhiyin: "My lord, it's me!"

Ying Wuji: "Let him go!"

Xun Zhiyin: "..."

Bai Zhi whispered: "Young master! Maybe this dog can help now, why don't you let him come in and talk about it?"

Ying Wuji's tone was disgusted: "He can help me a bit. I have a headache. Go back and press it for me."

"it is good……"

Then, there was no sound in the yard.

Xun Zhiyin: "..."

He was a little annoyed, but there was nothing he could do about it. These days, Ying Wuji had always written his disgust on his face, and it was purely uncomfortable for him to force himself over like this.I didn't expect Ying Wuji to be so stubborn, even to this point, and he didn't want to ask himself.

After thinking about it, he winked at the servant who was guarding the door, and the servant hurriedly opened the courtyard door.

Xun Zhiyin walked towards the gazebo, where the two should have been sitting just now.

Before he got close, he could smell the stench of alcohol. It seemed that Ying Wuji had vomited here.

The top of the stone platform was in a mess, the inkstone was overturned, ink stains were everywhere, and there were a lot of torn papers on the top and bottom of the stone platform, which was enough to show how angry Ying Wuji was just now.

What... what was he writing just now?Why did you tear it up again?

Xun Zhiyin quickly picked up the scraps of paper. The anxiety and curiosity in his heart drove him to put the paper together. Although there were a lot of ink stains, he could basically see what was written.

He looked carefully and subconsciously thought out loud.

"Refinement Realm, third floor!"

"The boy was expressionless, with a hint of self-mockery on the corner of his lips, and the clenched palm, because of the force, caused the slightly sharp nails to penetrate deeply into the palm, causing waves of heart-piercing pain?"

He froze for a moment, could this be the story written by Ying Wuji?

It's really nondescript, and the protagonist of the story is just a waste at the third level of refinement, who would read the story of a waste?How can this beat "Mountain and Sea Tales"?
Continue to look down.

The expression on Xun Zhiyin's face gradually became excited.

"Teng!"

After reading the last page, he stood up abruptly.

Returning to his residence, he took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote vigorously. Finally, he took out a token from the drawer and called the servant: "Be sure to give this to the young master!"

The servant took a closer look, and saw a line written on the paper: 30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor, son!

(End of this chapter)