Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

Chapter 81

At this moment, the King of Hanjiang stood tall, with his hands behind his back like a proud pine tree. His eyes were deep and long, like a tunnel traveling through time and space, focusing on the scenery deep in the courtyard. On the ground of the courtyard, there are two potholes of different sizes juxtaposed. They are like silent poems engraved silently over the years.

He did not rush to answer, but slowly confided in his heart, with vicissitudes of time and steady wisdom flowing in his words: "Every story in the play is by no means a product of imaginary imagination, but most of them have a deep foundation in real life. They are not Arrows flew aimlessly. I once went to the theater to watch the play in person. After returning, I was deeply moved and personally simulated a scene in the play - throwing two arrows of different sizes at the same time from a high pavilion. iron ball."

"The result was unexpected. No matter how big or small, the two iron balls hit the ground at the same time, with the same impact point." Hearing this, Lu Xuanxin couldn't help but frown slightly, and his face was instantly shrouded in surprise. Under the haze intertwined with doubts, she blurted out: "How is this...possible?" In response to her question, King Hanjiang only smiled indifferently, and that smile contained the experience and insight of the world. Wisdom: "People in the world often become short-sighted because they stick to established ideas and conclude that something is impossible before putting it into practice. As everyone knows, most people in the world just lack the courage to take the first step in seeking truth."

He continued, his tone becoming more firm and powerful, like a bell striking deep in the heart: "Besides, the play mentions that there are huge holes hidden in the moon. This may not be an unfounded fiction. Just imagine. As for the mottled shadow areas on the moon's surface, who can definitely say that there are no mysterious pits there?" King Hanjiang's words were earth-shattering, revealing his infinite curiosity and courageous exploration of the vast universe and unknown areas. Determination, "To this end, I have ordered the search for crystals of excellent quality to build an unprecedented thousands-mile sky-viewing mirror. Perhaps one day in the future, we will be able to use the power of this mirror to uncover the hazy layer of the moon. Take a closer look and see with your own eyes the true face of what may exist!”

An embarrassing smile quietly bloomed on Lu Xuanxin's face. The smile was like a new moon rising, drawing a bright arc in the dark night sky. His lips were slightly opened, and he uttered a poetic sentence: "That clean How can there be no halls of gods on the clear moon?" This sentence is like a child's innocent fantasy, but in the eyes of the majestic and rational King of Hanjiang, it seems so absurd, like foam in the dust.

A kind of noble and cold contempt flowed from the depths of King Hanjiang's eyes, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth outlined a touch of cold ridicule, as if it was a silent sneer at all the supernatural beliefs in the world: "This is an ignorant argument, about What ghosts and gods say is really absurd nonsense!" His words were like sharp blades, cutting through the fog surrounding the truth. "It is the ignorance and ignorance of the people that make it easier for them to accept and pass on these illusions. Legends, thus giving these stories powerful vitality and widespread influence.”

He waved his arms as if to dispel the brooding that enveloped his heart. The action at that moment contained a deep helplessness about the limitations of the world's common cognition: "From this point of view, those people at the bottom who live on the edge of the prosperous world, because of their life Due to the hardships and narrow vision, they are even more addicted to the worship of ghosts and gods. This is why such remarks can be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and spread widely."

Immediately afterwards, King Hanjiang fell into a solitary whisper, with complex emotions of doubt and expectation intertwined in his voice, as if speaking to himself and to an invisible audience: "It seems that I can only ask Lin Xiaofeng to come with me." Let’s explore these mysterious questions. How did he know about overseas affairs? Is there really such a person who is born with the extraordinary ability to understand the world?” In this self-question and answer, the eyes of the King of Hanjiang Looking into the distance, it seems that he can see the answer hidden behind the unknown world, quietly waiting for him to reveal it.

Under the night, the King of Hanjiang sat alone and thought deeply. His figure blended into the silent palace, as if isolated from the hustle and bustle of the world, solidifying into a solemn and mysterious picture. In this silence that is so thick that you can almost touch it, Lu Xuanxin is like a butterfly flapping its wings gently, breaking the calmness of a pool of autumn water. Her words were as faint as mosquitoes' chirps, and they were like a note accidentally slipping from a string: "If the prince has no other mission, Xuanxin will retire now."

However, at this moment, the King of Hanjiang was startled like thunder, and his words were categorical. The seriousness contained in them left no room for doubt: "Wait a minute! In recent days, the conflict between Lin Xiaofeng and Li Yihao has gradually become apparent. If one day Lin Xiaofeng comes to ask you for help, you We must do our best to help him, do you understand?"

When Lu Xuanxin heard this, his eyes opened slightly, like ripples on the surface of a starry lake, full of doubts. Although she agreed with her mouth, layers of mysteries arose in her heart, as if she had stepped into a misty forest cast by wise men. She mustered up her courage, her voice slightly hesitant but firm, like a pathfinder groping forward: "My lord, did you foresee that Lin Xiaofeng would be defeated by Li Yihao?"

In response, the King of Hanjiang sneered. The laughter was intertwined with disdain for Li Yihao and deep expectations for Lin Xiaofeng, just like a mountain peak disdainful of a grain of sand under its feet: "Defeat? How can Li Yihao be so virtuous?" Lin Xiaofeng is an extraordinary person, he will not bow his head and give in easily."

Immediately afterwards, he looked at the current situation with a harsh and insightful eye, and sternly criticized those who talked about empty theories without putting them into practice: "Empty talk is harmful to the country. People like Li Yihao only know how to talk, but they don't know how to practice it. Can he achieve great things? Now he has gone to Yangqu County to set up this gambling battle. It is really stupid!" These words were loud and loud, and the words were struck in the palace, echoing endlessly, as if they were speaking to the world. A ruthless revelation of vanity.

Lu Xuanxin's expression changed quietly, and the fleeting hesitation lingered on her face like mist. Her eyes seemed to have thousands of words that she wanted to say. She slowly opened her red lips, and her words were like ripples in autumn water, rippling in circles: "If the prince is sure that Lin Xiaofeng will be victorious in this duel, why does Xuan Xin need another helping hand?" Deep in her eyes, , flowing with a kind of inquiring confusion, as if trying to figure out the bottomless ocean of scheming of the King of Hanjiang.

Facing Lu Xuanxin's question, a stern smile appeared on the corner of King Hanjiang's mouth. Although the laughter was slight, it was like a biting cold wind in the twelfth lunar month of winter, passing through the dead branches and leaves, revealing the sharpness and calmness of seeing through the world of mortals. "Lin Xiaofeng's goal is far beyond Li Yihao's level." His words were calm and powerful, and every syllable fell like a stone hitting the hard ground, with a loud sound. "His gaze was pointed directly. It’s the North Langfang building.”

The King of Hanjiang raised his eyes slightly, and his sight seemed to penetrate the nothingness in front of him, looking into the distance of the future meeting place, "Such people are cunning and good at leveraging their strength. They never miss any small opportunities, grasp them all and cleverly Use it. One day, this wave of power will sweep towards you. At that time, you just need to let it take its course and cooperate with it with all your strength. As for those trivial issues, there is no need to inquire too deeply. "

At this moment, his voice suddenly became heavier, like a hammer hitting his heart. His eyes were bright, like stars in the dark night, bright and firm: "This person must be taken under my command and become an indispensable figure on my chessboard." The missing key piece!" These decisive words were like an invisible instruction, carrying irresistible majesty and engraved heavily in the tense air.

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In the deep and solemn corner of Jin Linfang Si Yamen, Li Yihao's face seemed to be shrouded in a thick layer of haze. His eyes were like two sharp torches, sweeping across the prosperous and majestic Confucian scholars at his feet. Group portraits, all of them are well-dressed and have extraordinary temperament. They are all gathered here at this moment to participate in the grand event. After everyone was firmly seated, the hall suddenly fell into an almost sacred silence, with only the faint sound of breathing flowing in the air.

Li Yihao's throat rolled, and the voice seemed to be squeezed out from deep in his chest. He declared loudly and firmly: "Colleagues, in this lonely moment, there is a matter that I have to mention. Recently, there is a rumor among the people that North Langfang The new opera spread rapidly like a virus. Its content not only blasphemed the simple customs of the world, but also wantonly trampled and slandered our Confucian ideological system, and even caused many disciples of the sect to deviate from the right path and join Beilangfang. Faced with this This is a severe challenge. I wonder if you have any tips or tricks that can help us break through and be reborn?"

Among the crowd, an elegant bachelor stood up, holding a folding fan inlaid with exquisite landscape paintings in his hand. He tapped his palm lightly, making a crisp "pop" sound, like a prelude to a battle of wits. He waved his arms and spoke loudly: "I think we might as well imitate the other party's method, form our own troupe, use opera to opera, and use their techniques to fight back. This is the principle of 'repay the other party with their own way'. "As soon as these words came out, it was like throwing a stone into a lake, causing ripples of discussion. People in the whole hall shook their heads, revealing their doubts and uneasiness.

At this time, an old man with white beard and hair stood up majestically. His figure looked particularly vicissitudes of life in the candlelight. He retorted: "It is easy to form a theater troupe, but what kind of script should be written to fight against the opponent? And what kind of role should be chosen to perform it? This power of confrontation? Today we are unprepared. If we act hastily, it will be like hitting a stone with an egg. Unless we have a surprising and winning strategy, it may be difficult to withstand the opponent's fierce offensive." The questioner's question echoed in the hall again, until Refers to the human heart.

Under the attention of everyone, the young bachelor who had just made the initiative lowered his eyebrows and fell into a brief but profound thought. After a moment, he raised his head, his eyes clear and candid: "Currently, I don't have a perfect solution." As soon as he said this, the atmosphere in the entire hall instantly became more solemn and oppressive, and every Confucian scholar present seemed to be invisible. The pressure was so overwhelming that they frowned and their hearts surged, as if in the ancient and solemn Si Yamen Hall, a silent ideological duel quietly began.

In the crowded sea of ​​people, Ji Xuannong stood like an isolated island. His figure was unique and calm, and the smile hidden at the corner of his mouth was like the trickling water under the glacier in early spring, flowing quietly but with hidden power. He held a folding fan and waved it leisurely and leisurely. The friction between the fan bones and the air produced a subtle but pleasant sound, which seemed to create a peaceful and elegant world in the center of this noisy world. He walked steadily, each step containing profound knowledge and firm determination, and walked straight to the core of the crowd to face the majestic official.

"Sir, this matter is impossible to do." Ji Xuanrong's words were as quiet and loud as fallen leaves in late autumn. He looked ahead, his words revealing endless wisdom and courage, "In this extremely prosperous capital, for such a Scholars who hold dissent about opera abound, as numerous as the stars dotting the sky. If these upright and passionate Confucian scholars can be connected together, they can set off a magnificent cultural movement, which will attract the attention of the government and even the entire court. The goal we are pursuing will hopefully be within reach.”

At this point, Ji Xuanrong did not stop the flow of his thoughts, but instead analyzed his strategic layout more deeply: "When everything is ready and people's hearts are aligned, Master Li only needs to go to the solemn Jinluan Palace to The case was reported to the court in its entirety, and we begged the court to ban this controversial play. By then, this move will surely comply with the will of God and the people, and will encounter minimal resistance."

Li Yihao listened quietly. Although his face did not show any dew, his unfathomable eyes were like lake water condensed for thousands of years, and the silence revealed an icy sharpness. He asked coldly: "In this case, who do you think can take on the important task of contacting Confucian scholars from all walks of life and organizing this cultural storm?" After hearing this, Ji Xuanrong's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning and pride. Then, the corners of his mouth raised, showing a humble and confident smile. Then he clasped his hands and responded respectfully but decisively: "Sir, I am fortunate to have some connections in the capital. I am willing to take the initiative to take on this responsibility, work hard, and devote myself to it." Try your best to turn things around."

When Li Yihao heard this, an imperceptible smile of approval finally broke through the ice on his face. He tilted his head slightly and replied in a steady and powerful tone: "In that case, I will leave this matter to you, and I look forward to your outstanding performance." For a moment, the conversation between the two seemed to turn into an invisible energy, indicating that a storm that was about to subvert the cultural landscape of the capital was quietly gaining momentum, waiting only to explode at the moment, destroying all the old Order was restored.

The name Yang Baixi was like a hard stone thrown into the middle of a quiet lake, making waves. When that incident came to his ears, his eyes suddenly burned with anger, as if there was a hidden stone in his chest. A volcano that is extremely depressed and is about to erupt. He stood up suddenly, his figure like a green pine emerging from the ground. Although his steps were heavy, each step was solid and powerful, touching people's hearts. He raised his voice and shouted: "What kind of laws of nature and human ethics have this drama violated, so that it suffered such an unreasonable disaster? Those of us who study and seek knowledge, if there are really flaws and omissions, we should reflect on ourselves, learn from the pain and make corrections. How can we be banned for no reason? ? This is a typical attempt to impose a crime, so why bother? Just imagine, if we blindly cover up and suppress any voice of dissent, over time, will our descendants still have the courage to speak frankly and express their inner truth? Ji Brother, I never expected that you would actually..."

However, Yang Baixi's words were as majestic as the Yangtze River. Before they could reach the end, they were abruptly interrupted by several burly men, who roughly carried him to the door. The surrounding relatives and friends who were brothers and sisters of Yang Baixi witnessed this scene, with deep worries on their faces, and followed closely behind him, gradually moving away until the figure disappeared from the edge of sight. All that was left was a dead air and stunned eyes in the room.

At this moment, Li Yihao's face was like an unpredictable picture. He watched the backs of the group of people disappear, and then quickly locked his sharp sword-like eyes on Ji Xuanrong. Every word was like a chill squeezed out from between his teeth. Bing, he asked: "Your surname is Ji Xuanrong?" Faced with such an unexpected question, Ji Xuanrong did not show any panic. He was as steady as a mountain and answered calmly: "My surname is Ji Xuanrong." After hearing this, Li Yihao's face bloomed strangely. He showed an intriguing smile, then waved his hand decisively and said loudly: "Okay! Let everything be done according to Mr. Ji's wishes."

This scene is like a smokeless confrontation of rights and positions, leaving waves of echoes in the empty space. The lingering sound seems to be whispering some kind of profound allegory of strategy and decision-making.

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Two days later, at the break of dawn, the lights in the palace were first extinguished and the morning mist fell. Lin Xiaofeng walked into the morning hall. The traces of night had not faded from his slightly tired face, as if the stars were still hanging on his face yesterday. In his eyes, he spent the long night with him. But at this moment, Li Yihao had already broken through the silence like a thunderbolt, and the sound was like a loud bell, shaking the hall: "Your Majesty, your Majesty, recently in the capital, a drama called "Fan Jin Passed the Examination" is being staged in North Langfang. , arousing the excitement of many scholars and deepening their resentment."

Li Yihao's words were resounding and did not contain any hesitation. Although he did not directly name Lin Xiaofeng, the implication of his words was that he had clearly pointed the finger at this colleague. "Wei Chen's move is not deliberately aimed at Mr. Yu Lin. However, if this play is allowed to continue to be performed, I am afraid it will cause waves among the scholars, causing public opinion to boil and people's hearts to be turbulent." He paused and looked directly at him with bright eyes. From the front, "For this reason, I boldly request Your Majesty that the play should be banned, and the actors involved should be deprived of the right to perform on stage for life."

After this impassioned speech, Li Yihao turned his sharp eyes to Lin Xiaofeng in an instant, with challenges and expectations intertwined in his eyes. Under this situation, the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty also whispered to each other, secretly trying to figure out this sudden turmoil. Li Qiuyan quietly lowered his eyes that contained the vicissitudes of time, and whispered to Bai Yongyuan who was sitting next to him: "Mr. Bai, have you ever seen this play in person?" Bai Yongyuan nodded slightly after hearing this, his old face A faint smile appeared on his face, like the calmness of the autumn water and the sky. "I am indeed lucky enough to watch this play. It is indeed a rare masterpiece." His tone was steady, but he also revealed his deep respect for art. "However, it is too harsh to ban it without sufficient reasons. This is The best thing to do is to wait and see how Lin Xiaofeng will respond." After saying this, his eyes that understood the world shone with wisdom in the dim light, and everything was unspoken.

Chen Shuguang moved when he heard the sound and stepped forward firmly. The calmness between his brows was like an ancient tree under the warm winter sun, quiet and powerful. He said loudly: "In my humble opinion, this play should not be imprisoned, but should be sung throughout the city so that the people can appreciate its charm. I wonder what you two adults think?" As he spoke, his eyes were like the Big Dipper in the night sky. , bright and full of anticipation.

After hearing this, Bai Yongyuan leisurely stroked his long white beard, his smile like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, causing ripples. "I have always been a master of showmanship. I don't think I can deeply feel the various emotions of the world contained in such plays." In his words, the indifference and detachment that have gone through vicissitudes of life are clearly evident.

Li Qiuyan followed closely and nodded in agreement. His expression was like the tranquility of the autumn water and the sky. "The lower official also holds the same view."

Chen Shuguang fell into deep emotion at this moment, as if a long-dusted history book was slowly opened under the temper of the years. There was a kind of regret that could not be concealed in his words: "Although I have always been in front of others and looked down upon the others, during the provincial examination, I only got the position of chief economic officer. This is the biggest regret in my life!" His voice echoed in the air, like a twilight drum and a morning bell that struck everyone's heart.

After Bai Yongyuan and Li Qiuyan heard this, a look of understanding appeared on their faces, as if through Chen Shuguang's words, they could see his persistent pursuit of fame deep in his heart. They thought tacitly: "If I were to succumb to the top prize in the provincial examination, the heart-breaking pain would be worse than death. It is really unimaginable!" The eyes of the two people met, and their complex emotions towards Chen Shuguang were flowing. Understanding and compassion.

Emperor Jingjiang was sitting on the dragon chair, with the unique majesty of an emperor revealed in his brows. His words cut through the hustle and bustle in the palace like thunder: "My lords, be silent! How could I not say anything, but you have already started a heated discussion in private? ? Look at this situation, it seems that the play "Fan Jin passed the exam" has been widely circulated inside and outside the Ming Dynasty, and many civil and military officials have watched it. "

"Although I have never watched it personally, I have heard about the name of this play." Emperor Jingjiang glanced at the ministers and finally stopped on Lin Xiaofeng. His tone was calm and deep, "Lin Aiqing, do you have any unique insights into this play?" Woolen cloth?"

Lin Xiaofeng's face became more solemn after hearing this. He took a step forward respectfully, showing loyalty and sincerity in his words: "Your Majesty, I think this play should be banned because of its far-reaching social impact. , in order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble and even touching the emperor’s worries, this is the suggestion.”

Lin Xiaofeng glanced at Li Yihao, and there was a hidden edge in his words: "Master Li actually brought such a seemingly ordinary drama incident to the court, which really surprised me. If Master Li had known that the play might be related to the emperor, For your peace, the ministers will definitely take the initiative to prevent it from happening, so why should the imperial court bother to discuss it?"

Faced with Lin Xiaofeng's outspoken words, Li Yihao's expression suddenly changed, and his shock was palpable. His full of defenses and rebuttals seemed to be tightly choked by invisible hands, and he was unable to speak for a while. Just when everyone thought that Lin Xiaofeng had the upper hand, his words suddenly changed, his voice was high-pitched and stern: "However, there is one more thing that I really cannot agree with. The actors who performed this play are innocent, and their livelihood was deprived of them. It is tantamount to cutting off people's livelihood, and killing their parents and parents. If Mr. Li insists on doing this, wouldn't it be tantamount to taking human lives?"

This powerful statement was like an earth-shattering shock, causing ripples in the court, making the already tense atmosphere even more depressing. Everyone's eyes were focused on Li Yihao, looking forward to how he would take over and resolve this sudden crisis.

When Li Yihao heard those words, his heart suddenly tightened, as if his heart was tightly pinched by invisible hands. He subconsciously touched his chest and pressed his heart, his eyes widened with anger, squinting at Lin Xiaofeng like a tiger ready to attack. There was a wave of emotion deep in his heart, and he secretly spat: "Good guy, I was almost fooled by this kid. He is indeed a cunning little man like a fox!" At this moment, Emperor Jingjiang was sitting upright on the dragon throne. , after listening to Li Yihao's advice, his voice was as loud as a bell and his words were resounding: "I'm sure! In the troupe, except that "Fan Jin won the exam" can no longer be performed, everything else remains as usual."

When Lin Xiaofeng saw that the imperial edict had been issued, a slightly proud look appeared on the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were like sharp swords piercing Li Yihao. He snorted in his heart: "Do you still want to compete with me? How can you find a flaw so easily!" , he straightened his back, stepped into the splendid hall with firm and powerful steps, and respectfully reported to Emperor Jingjiang: "I have something important to report to you, your majesty, please listen."

Emperor Jingjiang was very interested at this time, his eyes were shining, and he was intently waiting for Lin Xiaofeng's next words. I saw Lin Xiaofeng's face was serious, and he revealed an astonishing fact in a serious manner: "Your Majesty, I have recently heard that a gambling game that relies on numbers to draw prizes is popular among the people in the capital. After an in-depth investigation by Wei Chen, I found that there are many disadvantages and harmful effects. Far-reaching. Therefore, I boldly request His Majesty to strictly prohibit such gambling activities. No one is allowed to open gambling bureaus without special permission from the imperial power."

Lin Xiaofeng's words were like thunder on the ground, and the entire court was instantly stunned. All the ministers whispered to each other and began to discuss: "Could this method be just another trick played by Lin Xiaofeng? First, he wanted to ban the show, and now he personally cut off his own financial path. This kind of behavior is really unpredictable! "Facing the uproar in the whole court, Emperor Jingjiang did not rush to express his position. Instead, he narrowed his eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said: "Lin Aiqing has profound thoughts and sincere intentions. What do you all think about this?"

Lin Xiaofeng's eyes were like a cunning fox, wandering among the crowd. He deliberately winked at Bai Yongyuan and the other two respected elders, and his slightly parted lips seemed to be calling them "uncle" silently. These three experienced veterans had a bitter smile on their faces when faced with Lin Xiaofeng's childish and slightly provocative behavior. However, after careful consideration in their hearts, they realized that nothing had touched their fundamental interests, so they The three of them responded in unison: "Wei Chen and others unanimously agree!"

At the tail of the team, Zhao Zhongzhan squinted with a pair of sinister eyebrows and loudly joined the ranks of seconders. His move was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, attracting surprised eyes from all around. However, Zhao Zhongzhan was not afraid of this. His inner monologue seemed to be saying: "Why not obey my uncle's wishes? How can you people guess my thoughts?"

Lin Xiaofeng witnessed all this and secretly applauded in his heart. He quietly raised his thumb to Zhao Zhongzhan. This silent appreciation was like an invisible key, instantly opening the valve of satisfaction in Zhao Zhongzhan's heart. Zhao Zhongzhan secretly rejoiced: "With such support, I may be able to go further in the future."

Everyone was a little overwhelmed by Zhao Zhongzhan's series of weird behaviors, and they subconsciously avoided his gaze to avoid getting involved in the unknown whirlpool. At this time, Emperor Jingjiang listened to the opinions of the ministers, with a satisfied smile on his face, and decisively issued the decree: "I have already decided this matter. Unless I give special permission, no one is allowed to open a digital lottery gambling game without authorization! Lin Aiqing , after this matter, you still need to prepare a detailed memorial and submit it to me for review."

The whole scene is like a vivid market picture, with the expressions and mentality of various characters intertwined, forming a complex and subtle network of relationships in the power field. This is exactly the kind of delicate and touching depiction written by the poet. Where the style lies.

Emperor Jingjiang's eyes once again fell on the heavy stack of memorials on his desk. The writing was like a miniature business plan. The dense small-script characters described the ingenious design of lottery gameplay, the ingenious calculation of profit distribution, the broad blueprint for market expansion, and even The astronomical figure of the income forecast made Emperor Jingjiang's eyes sparkle for a moment, and a surge of emotions surged in his heart: "Lin Xiaofeng, this guy is really a good hand at managing money!" His words were full of appreciation and excitement. Marvel, like discovering a shining pearl.

After hearing this, Lin Xiaofeng humbly bowed his head in agreement, then turned around and exited the hall, exchanging meaningful glances with Li Dexian who was sitting in a high position. They understood each other tacitly, and they understood that today's goal had been firmly settled, as if The arrow hits the bullseye.

This lottery matter is actually a secret strategy that Lin Xiaofeng has been planning for a long time. In the streets and streets of Nayangqu County, he had already planned and cultivated a group of people who specialized in selling lottery tickets. They were like pawns on a chessboard, waiting for the time to come. However, this matter has not been reported to the Holy Spirit for a long time, because the key factors related to success or failure - special anti-counterfeiting paper and unique formula ink have just arrived. In addition, Lin Xiaofeng personally conducted rigorous training for the lottery sales staff, striving to improve the process of promoting the lottery. There is no leakage, no sloppiness at all.

Lin Xiaofeng deeply understood the huge wealth-making potential behind the lottery. It is simple and fast to operate, the cost is minimal, and the profit margin is as attractive as a bottomless pit. However, he is well aware of the risks involved. Only by firmly seizing the opportunity can the royal family cut off the prying eyes of others and establish an unshakable exclusive monopoly position. As for whether to ban operas such as "Fan Jin's Successful Examination", it is not crucial to him. After all, no matter how good the opera is, it cannot fundamentally change the living conditions of the people, but the power of money can change the situation. Qiankun. He believes that nothing in this world can solve practical problems and drive changes in the world better than real gold and silver.

At this moment, in the hustle and bustle of Yangqu County, all kinds of materials and manpower have been assembled. The several cautious small-scale water testing operations in the past have finally come to a temporary end at this moment. A truly grand chapter - a magnificent and large-scale wealth-gathering campaign is about to emerge from the palm of Lin Xiaofeng's hands. Lin Xiaofeng, this name is particularly shining today. His face is filled with a smile like the warm spring sun, but deep in his heart is an unfathomable ocean of planning. Facing the endless discussions in the court, he seemed to be outside the world, focusing only on his inner grand plan, and all the noisy voices were completely filtered out by him.

What he envisioned is not an ordinary means of making money, but a new thing called welfare lottery. It adheres to the principles of fairness and transparency and eliminates the possibility of any false claims. Every step of the operation will be scrutinized by the public eye and will be broadcast through real-time broadcast. way to ensure that every copper plate falls into the treasury without missing a beat. Lin Xiaofeng is determined to use this seemingly ordinary lottery to quietly weave a huge wealth network. Once this network is formed, anyone who attempts to get involved will face ruthless whipping by the law. This series of actions will undoubtedly establish his unshakable dominance in the lottery industry, and the beginning of this legend begins slowly from today.

When the court meeting ended, the officials dispersed one after another. Only the fingers in Lin Xiaofeng's sleeves were still trembling slightly, as if they were still immersed in the exciting planning. At this time, Li Dexian came over and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Mr. Lin, you smiled at me just now, but what's the deep meaning?" Lin Xiaofeng raised his eyes in astonishment, originally thinking that Li Dexian had already understood everything, but he didn't know that he had understood everything about yesterday afternoon in the office. The Yazhong knew nothing about the detailed arrangements for training lottery sales personnel. "Master Li, don't be impatient. As time goes by, the truth will naturally come out." Li Dexian asked again: "Then the old drama "Fan Jin passed the examination" is really coming to an end?" Lin Xiaofeng looked calm and responded steadily. : "The emperor has given an edict that this play will no longer be staged. What's more, the people have been watching it for a long time and are getting tired. There will be a new play tomorrow, and the title is "Li Yihao's Successful Examination"." Lin Xiaofeng spoke loudly and acted loudly. He is decisive, and every decision he makes is to advance the grand blueprint step by step.

In the past few days, a new and earth-shaking drama has been staged in North Langfang, like a strong wind sweeping across the calm water, causing waves. Among these freshly released stories, plays such as "A Scholar Failed in the Imperial Examination", "A Scholar Has a Strange Life in Xianheng", "A Scholar's Romantic Nights" and "Xiao Yan's Adventures" are known for their unique pungency and humor. The dramatic conflict instantly spread by word of mouth in Beijing, spreading like wildfire across the prairie land. The people in the streets were whispering to each other, speculating about the identities of the eccentric scholar Hao and his son Xiao Yan in the story. During that time, there were rumors that the precious porcelain in the home of Li Yihao and his son had suffered many misfortunes. However, the father and son remained silent on the matter in the court and did not reveal anything about it.

Although Lin Xiaofeng did not directly point out that the scholar Hao and Xiaohao in the play were Li Yihao and his son in real life, everyone in the court knew it tacitly, and Li Yihao himself knew that if he tried to explain this situation, he would undoubtedly confirm the rumors, so He chose to swallow his anger and not openly complain, so as not to dig his own grave.

At this moment, Lin Xiaofeng was not content with the status quo. Instead, he was busy running around the uncivilized markets, purchasing shops in large quantities, intending to turn them into places for selling lottery tickets. This lottery called "Jingjiang Ticket" draws on the two-color ball game popular in the previous dynasty. It has a total of forty-nine numbers. The lottery process completely relies on a mysterious lottery machine. First, six numbers are drawn out. Red number, and then a blue number is drawn from the blue number pool. The grand prize amount is as high as 2,000 taels of silver. The second prize is also expensive, 200 taels of silver. The third prize goes down to the smallest sixth prize. Although it is only worth dozens of copper plates, it is still enough for ordinary people. Arouse in their hearts the eager anticipation for the unknown destiny.

In Yangqu, a land with profound technological heritage, lottery anti-counterfeiting technology is like an ancient tree with deep roots, luxuriant branches and indestructible. Even cunning people cannot easily crack its secrets in the short term. This technology not only remains standing, but also continuously absorbs the nutrients of technological innovation over the years and continues to be optimized and upgraded, like a fortress that will never fall.

(End of this chapter)