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Chapter 281 Public Opinion War

Chen Jing'an is a man of action. It only took him one night to find out who the "Miaobisheng" of Junziyan News Agency was.

'He Xingfu, from Luoyang, was twenty-seven years old.There is a mother, a wife and a son at home.'

According to the information obtained, He Xingfu's family is poor and he has no real business so far. He has been hanging out with Qian Chengjin, a student from the Imperial College, and others, and makes a living by helping several noble princes to ghostwrite at poetry gatherings.

After knowing what was going on, Chen Jingan went to the Gentleman's Talk newspaper shop in Huaqi Lane the next day.

On the way, Chen Jing'an, who was sitting in a warm sedan, was frequently distracted, not because of He Xingfu's report that almost revealed the truth, but because of his niece's subtle attitude yesterday.
Chen Jingan, who has always been very organized in his work, also hesitated on this matter and did not even communicate with his brother immediately.

If Yuan Zhang had no wife, it would indeed be difficult to find a good son-in-law.

But when I saw Ayu's anxious look yesterday, it was definitely not a simple admiration, I'm afraid that my love has already been deeply rooted.

If you try to reason with her now, how will she listen?
Everything in the world has its own logic, but the word "love" is the most difficult to understand.

Chen Jingan rubbed his forehead with a headache.

Huaqi Alley is named because there is a path deep in the alley that leads directly to Baihua Alley.

Baihua Lane is where the Qin Tower and Chu Pavilion gather in Caizhou City.

In recent months, due to the turmoil in Huaibei, countless prostitutes from Shou and Ying have come to the stable and prosperous city of Caizhou to make a living.

The competition is fierce, and those who can stay and establish themselves here are naturally women with both sex and art.

As a result, the quality of Caizhou's erotica is far superior to that of the neighboring state capital. Although the skin and meat industry is not very good and worth being proud of, the prosperity or decline of a place's high-end erotica can reflect the local economic vitality from the side.

Although the Imperial College student who came to Cai last month was born in the prosperous city of Tokyo, he was restrained by his elders at home and did not dare to hang out in Goulan Chu Palace easily.

But when they arrived in Caizhou, where the sky was high and the emperor was far away, they completely released their nature.

The location of the newspaper they established on a whim was also considered to facilitate access to Baihua Lane.

Yesterday, Miss Qian Chengjin, the courtesan sent by Mr. Qian from the capital, arrived. In order to welcome Mei Yao, a group of people had a banquet at Yunxiu Pavilion on Dadan last night, which ended at midnight.

At this time, the sun was three o'clock in the sky, and the hall was quiet.

He Xingfu finished his work, looked up at the sun, shook his head, and sighed silently.

When it was first published at the beginning of the month, these young men were clamoring to make "Jun Zi Yan" the conscience of the Qi Dynasty and a must-read for scholars all over the world.

It has only been a little more than ten days, and I can no longer persist in doing such a simple thing as coming to the newspaper office every day.
Almost all the writing of the entire newspaper was done by He Xingfu alone.

Even though he felt unhappy, he only dared to complain a few words in his heart: Qian Chengjin was not only his financial backer, but also the ladder for him to become an official.

However, I have been serving this grandson for five years, and I still haven't found an official position.

Just as he was secretly cursing, he heard a report coming from his disciples, saying that it was a gentleman named Chen who wanted to see him.

He Xingfu didn't know anyone in Caizhou, so he couldn't help but feel confused. After inviting the person in, the elegant gentleman introduced himself, and He Xingfu jumped up in surprise.

"Mr. He, I am Chen Jing'an in Yingchuan, whose name is Shouqian."

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He Xingfu was stunned for three or four seconds, then he bowed his head violently and said in panic: "In front of Mr. Yanagawa, how can a junior dare to call me sir! Sir, please call me Le Cun."

Although he has never met Chen Jingan, He Xingfu has heard of his name for a long time, and also knows that this son of the Yingchuan family is working in the left-behind Siguan Yamen.

From this, I couldn't help but think of the article published yesterday to attract readers' attention, and I felt uneasy.

I was worried that Mr. Yanagawa came to the house to investigate.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jing'an spoke kindly and did not mention a word about the article. He only said: "I have heard about the great talent Yue Cun for a long time. I just found out you were in Caizhou yesterday, so I couldn't wait to come and disturb you today."

"Mr. Yanagawa is ridiculous. This junior is just a white person with no fame, how can he be considered a great talent."

He Xingfu was slightly embarrassed. He thought that his reputation was not obvious, so how could Mr. Yanagawa know his name?

I guess it was Mr. Yanagawa’s polite words.

But Chen Jing'an shook his head and said with a smile: "This spring, in the poetry meeting held by the third prince in Changchun Garden in the middle of the capital, the poem "The Proud Fisherman. Spring Outing" came out on top, which is one of the few good poems in recent years!"

After hearing this, He Xingfu suddenly felt sour in his heart, but said: "Yes, "The Proud of the Fisherman" written by Mr. Qian is indeed a rare masterpiece."

It cannot be said that Qian Chengjin has little talent and knowledge, at least he is not very knowledgeable. How could he produce a "good work"?

It's just He Xingfu's masterpiece. Even He Xingfu himself thinks that the poem is his best one so far.

It's a pity that this opportunity to become famous has to be given up to others. Although I have no choice but to make wedding clothes for others, how can I not feel lonely in my heart.

Chen Jingan seemed to know these inside stories, but he did not expose them. He just shook his head and sighed: "It is difficult for poor children to get ahead, but it is difficult to live happily."

It was only a one-time encounter, but the well-known and kind-hearted elder said that he was relieved to save his face, which immediately made He Xingfu's eyes turn red.

While waiting for He Xingfu to calm down, Chen Jing'an looked around the check-in room casually.

In the corner, there was a bed, where He Xingfu stayed at night.

However, the group of noble men who came with him stayed in the best inn in the city, which shows that He Xingfu's status was not worth mentioning in their eyes.

There were several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, and on the east wall was a picture of a lady. Chen Jingan suddenly made a sound and got closer to take a closer look.

He Xingfu quickly collected his thoughts, stepped forward and stood aside with his hands down, looking extremely respectful.

"Le Cun, you actually have an authentic painting of "The Picture of a Happy Lady" by Zhang Xuan from the Tang Dynasty!"

Chen Jingan exclaimed, and He Xingfu almost thought he heard wrongly. Zhang Xuan was a famous calligrapher and painter in the Tang Dynasty. His original works can be preserved to this day at least a hundred taels.

And this picture of a happy lady was a replica that he bought at the Tokyo City Market for one or two cents. Out of respect for Chen Jingan's knowledge, He Xingfu thought that he had really picked it up and missed it, so he quickly looked at it carefully again.

Although he didn't have money to buy authentic works, he followed Qian Chengjin to many luxurious places. He also saw Zhang Xuan's authentic works handed down from generation to generation. He spent one or two cents to buy this one. The painter was obviously not skilled enough and the lines were stiff and inadequate. It is smooth and the paper and paint used are very different from ancient paintings.

After confirming again and again, He Xingfu finally said cautiously: "Mr., could it be possible that you made a mistake? This picture of the Anle Lady should be a new imitation in recent years, and it is not Zhang Xuan's original work."

"No~"

Chen Jing'an shook his head and said firmly: "It is definitely authentic!"

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Chen Jing'an then stroked his beard and smiled, and said: "Since Le Cun doesn't believe it, I will take you to Sihai Auction House to try it out and you will know whether it is true or false!"

"Sihai Auction House?"

"Well, it's a place that specializes in the sale of calligraphy, painting and antiques. Customers bid and the one with the highest price gets it. They have several experts who are good at identifying ancient paintings. Whether they are authentic or not, they can tell at a glance."

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He Xingfu really didn't want to embarrass himself with this kind of fake imitation, but because of Mr. Yanagawa's decisive attitude, he still reluctantly agreed.

At noon, the two of them took pictures of ladies and went to the headquarters of Sihai Trading Company in Caizhou on Yaqian Street.

After being appraised by several calligraphy and painting experts, He Xingfu, who thought he would definitely be embarrassed today, received a shocking result that the painting was authentic!
Before he could finish digesting the ridiculous news, Chen Jingan said with a smile: "Le Cun, there happens to be a winter calligraphy and painting sale this afternoon. Why don't you take it up and try the price?"

He Xingfu finally tasted something different.

At the end of the day, the so-called winter auction of calligraphy and painting begins.

There were not many people at the scene, but when He Xingfu brought up this extremely fake picture of an Anle lady, a shopkeeper Chang from Yingzhou and a shopkeeper Miao from the Southern Dynasties fell in love with the painting at the same time.

"Tang Dynasty, Zhang Xuan, picture of a happy lady, starting price is one hundred taels"

The seller showed the painting and after quoting the reserve price, the two businessmen put it together.

"110 taels!"

"One hundred twenty!"

"One hundred and five!"

"One hundred and eighty!"

"two hundred."

Every time the price was called out, He Xingfu's heart could not stop beating wildly.In the end, the painting was sold for an outrageous price of 230 taels.
After deducting [-]% of the auction house's commission, He Xingfu lost a net amount of [-] taels.

This was a huge sum of money that he had never had.

At this point, He Xingfu would be a fool if he didn't understand what was going on. However, this way of sending money is so in line with the literati's style!

It not only saves the cashier embarrassment, but also makes it elegant.

He Xingfu couldn't help but think that if Sihai Trading Company wanted help from a certain court official, such a transfer of benefits would not even be considered a 'bribery'!
High!It's really high!
After the silver was delivered, He Xingfu held the heavy silver bag, always feeling a little unreal, until Chen Jing'an stepped forward and taught as a teacher: "Le Cun, now that I have obtained the silver, I have alleviated my difficulties, I still need to spend more time on books. Ah! You are different from them. They just squander their time. If they get tired of playing and want to become an official, their parents and elders can make arrangements at any time. If Le Cun continues to waste his time, his good years will be wasted in the blink of an eye."

Today, He Xingfu was completely moved by Chen Jing'an's gentle and face-saving way of funding. After hearing this, he couldn't help but put the money bag on the ground, bowed solemnly, and said in a low voice: "Sir, although this junior is not lucky enough to be your disciple, but From now on, I will regard you as my teacher! If there is anything I can do to help you, please let me know directly."

"So, I really need Lecun's help with something." Chen Jing'an hesitated for a moment and whispered something in the other person's ear.

He Xingfu was shocked, "Sir, really want your disciple to do this?"

"Yeah, but are there any difficulties?"

"Disciple has no problem, I'm just worried. I'm worried that Marquis Lu An will hate me."

"Hahaha, you dared to write the groundless speculation yesterday, and you are still afraid that he will hold a grudge? Don't worry, I will make it clear to Yuan Zhang that he is not a petty person."

The seventeenth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Junziyan, which is published every three days, has released its latest issue.

But in this issue, the front page did not publish the current policy guidance as in the past, but instead published a biography.

The protagonists are Caizhou's left-behind governor, Lu Anhou, and Chen Chu.

Although Chen Chu was changed to Chen Chu in the article, the description of the man who returned from overseas and became a military leader in the same place makes readers not think about other people at all.

This biography is comparable to the "Da Qi Qi Yao Journal" published in Tokyo. The Chen Chu in the article is a pervert who likes to eat the hearts and livers of young children. He also rapes women and seizes men as slaves. His debauchery reaches the extreme.

It was brutal.

After this journal was printed, Wu Yifan, who was the first to get the newspaper, smiled happily. Even if he couldn't defeat Lu Anhou, being able to scold him bloody was a way to vent his grievances.

Wu Yifan, who was eager to share his happiness, immediately ran back to the government office with the newspaper, but met Chen Jinyu at the door of the official residence who was hurriedly going out.

Ayu also read this report. For a moment, it was like enemies meeting each other. She pointed at Wu Yifan's nose and cursed: "Wu Yifan, you are shameless!"

"It's not like I wrote it."

Although Wu Yifan was relieved, he also knew that this method was disgraceful. He explained in a huff and fled into the Four Seasons Garden.

Sun Changhao, who had been staying in the park claiming to be ill, slapped the table after reading the newspaper and cursed in a rare and strong voice, "Idiot! A bunch of idiots!"

"Uncle." Wu Yifan looked confused. He knew that his uncle hated Chen Chu as much as he did.

The newspaper we run scolded him for you, so forget it if you are unhappy. Why are you so angry?

Sun Changhao tore up the newspaper and reprimanded in a low voice: "Didn't the last issue of the newspaper dig into the truth about the thieves who broke into Huaiyuan County? Why did you follow this shrew's behavior in this issue!"

"Uncle, what happened in Huaiyuan County is just a random guess made by Cheng Jin's follower, and we don't have much evidence!"

He could tolerate his aunt scolding Wu Yifan, but his uncle, who never dared to speak loudly at home, scolded him, and Wu Yifan was unhappy.

"How much do you know! It's just speculation. As long as the analysis is clear and coherent, it's enough to make Marquis Lu An drink a pot! Do you know that he dealt with so many gentry this time, why no one dares to speak up for the gentry?"

"Why?"

"It's not because those gentry have lost their integrity. Chen Chu used this to distinguish these gentry from the world's scholars. Anyone who dares to plead for them will inevitably be suspected of having no integrity! But if this matter was directed and acted by Chen Chu , that means he wants to attack the gentry of the world! Even though we have no evidence, as long as we lead the gentry of the world to doubt him, he will be finished!"

Sun Changhao said sadly. After listening to this, Wu Yifan realized that what his uncle said was reasonable, but he still couldn't help but defended: "I didn't delve into the matter in this issue, but I can continue to arrange him in the next issue. It's not like Junziyan will not be unprintable in the future. Already."

"Confused!"

Sun Changhao slapped his forehead speechlessly, "This biography of yours is like a shrew scolding the street. Just this one time, you have lost credibility! Who will believe you? If you say anything bad about Chen Chu in the future, it will only be considered as a public use." To report a personal grudge!”

Hearing his uncle's analysis, Wu Yifan couldn't help but feel frustrated. He was silent for a moment, got up and went out, but was called back by Sun Changhao.

"Where are you going, Shigeyuki?"

"I'll report back to the museum."

"You can't go at this time!"

"Why can't I go?"

"With Chen Chu's reputation in Caizhou, if you scold him like this, do you think the people in this city will follow you?"

"People? How dare they! Aren't they afraid of the king's law?" The handsome face was slightly distorted.

It’s okay if Marquis Lu An can’t afford to offend him, what about the common people?They are just birds, but they dare to talk about our affairs?

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Sun Changhao glanced at the angry Wu Yifan and closed his eyes tiredly. Before, he never noticed that his wife's nephew, who had been known for his intelligence since he was a child, was so stupid.

Because Junziyan delivers it for free, there are still some readers in Caizhou City. After all, newspapers are more comfortable than wiping your butt with bamboo chips.

time.

The new issue of Jun Ziyan has been distributed throughout the city. The content was not originally attractive, but this time it quickly attracted a few people to gather in the streets, teahouses and restaurants to read it.

However, after reading it, readers were either silent or looked ugly.

Some illiterate people couldn't help but scratch their heads and ears curiously when they saw this strange sight. But when they asked others what this gentleman's words meant, no one was willing to tell them.

In the end, the storyteller in the teahouse couldn't stand the people's begging, so he reluctantly began to read, "Chen Chu, a reckless man, is cruel by nature, loves prostitution and extravagance. He got a high position by luck and brought disaster to all parties."

As a result, before he could finish reading a short biography of several hundred words, the storyteller was beaten.

"What a courageous person! Marquis Lu An dares to arrange this!"

"Oh~ don't fight, don't fight, I didn't write it! If you want to reason, go find the Gentleman's Newspaper Office."

Compared with the relatively docile citizens of Caizhou, workers in various factories in the Chengnan Industrial Zone who had a certain degree of organization reacted more violently.

Most of them were disaster victims from other provinces. After they fled to Caizhou, they were not only protected by the army of left-behind officials, but the queen's business also gave them a livelihood.

It is no exaggeration to say that many of the victims believed that their family's lives were saved by Lu Anhou and his wife. This can be seen from the abundance of incense in the Temple of Ren Niang Niang where cats are enshrined.

Therefore, when they read Jun Ziyan's report, hundreds of people gathered in just two quarters of an hour and poured into the south gate of Caizhou with murderous intent.

The sergeant guarding the south gate, if he saw so many young men entering the city at the same time as usual, he would definitely stop them and conduct an interrogation.

But this time, they just pretended not to see it, and even discussed it loudly with Pao Ze: "Meng Tou'er, I remember that the Junzi Newspaper Office is in Huaqi Lane, right?"

"Yeah, yes. It's Huaqi Lane in the northeast of the city. Go up Yaqian Street and walk east for a mile, then turn north. After passing Baihua Lane, you'll find Huaqi Lane."

Lao Meng informed Pao Ze of the detailed address of the Junziyan newspaper office. Of course, he did not intentionally direct the workers to make trouble.

But if the workers accidentally listened, there was nothing Lao Meng could do. Is it illegal to speak loudly?

It's time.

Some brave citizens were mixed into the ranks of hundreds of workers, and they marched into Huaqi Alley.

In the newspaper office, Qian Chengjin and others were pulled out by their hair before they could figure out what was going on.

"It's these idiots who arranged the arrangement for the Marquis!"

"I'll beat you to death, you idiot."

On that day, the three squads of government officials responsible for maintaining order in the city did not appear at the scene of the incident.

It is said that the king's grandmother in the west of the city lost a chicken!

It was such a serious case that it alerted fellow police officer Chen Jingyan, who led three squads of government officials, police officers, and jailers to investigate this shocking case.
So much so that the rescue of Mr. Qian and others was delayed.

What a coincidence
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