Changsun Wuji's face turned dark as soon as the words "old bastard" came out of his mouth.

But when he heard the word "papermaking", he was completely shocked.

Because this technology is definitely a secret that is not passed down among the sects.

"Little brother, I know that you have abilities that are different from ordinary people, but this 'papermaking art' is a bit shocking."

Li Erwan looked at Mu Jiuge thoughtfully and spoke with a hint.

There is a vague bad feeling in my heart.

Because he is afraid that the young man he is optimistic about will be inextricably linked to the powerful family.

"I knew you would be like this, waiting..."

After burping, Mu Jiuge stood up unsteadily and walked to the bedroom next to him.

After a while, he came out holding a stack of paper that was as white as snow and looked extremely soft.

"I did all this, do you believe it now?"

Looking at the three people who looked like they had never seen the world, Mu Jiuge directly placed the paper in front of Lao Li.

"The poor students are saved, God bless the Tang Dynasty!"

Li Er took the paper over excitedly, and then looked at it carefully.

The paper this guy made is quite different from the paper circulating in the market.

White, soft, and pure are Li Er's evaluations of this stack of paper.

"What are you thinking about? This is the toilet paper I made for Dekyou to use."

"Paper for writing needs another method of making."

After using the "toilet chip" several times, he felt so painful that he wanted to die.

Therefore, toilet paper was the first batch of products produced by Mu Jiuge after coming to the Tang Dynasty.

"What?"

"Izuku...for...?"

"What a waste! You actually used paper to...?"

This kid's words made the three of them look extremely unnatural.

How rich is this?

Only Chugong is willing to use such a good thing.

Li Er asked himself, even he, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, did not receive such treatment.

"Old Li, what are you talking about? How come you waste so much money on toilet paper?"

Mu Jiuge had a look of displeasure on his face. He wanted to ask the other party if he had any special habits. He refused to use good toilet paper and insisted on using toilet toilet paper?

Or maybe, sticks, clods of earth, leaves?

Not to mention whether you can wipe it clean or not, if you make a mistake, you will get it on your hands...

"Do you know that the price of a piece of rice paper prohibits many poor students, but you use it to pay tribute?"

Now that things have happened, not only does this boy have no repentance, but he behaves like he should, which really makes him speechless.

"Why can't I use the paper I made myself? Besides, this kind of paper is used to make gifts!"

"I'm just going to ask you this once, do you want to do this paper mill or not?"

What's the use of those ozone sheds? All he wants is a result.

"Dry!"

Li Er almost choked to death at this kid's words.

He stared with a pair of bull's eyes and nodded firmly.

"If this is not the end, I don't believe it anymore. Who in this world would hate having too much money and biting his hand."

"In this way, let's add two to one and make five. You contribute the money and I contribute the strength."

"Of course, of your 50%, 30% of the benefits will be given to the old scumbag."

He gave Lao Li a very contemptuous look.

Ya's is really too vulgar, shouting slogans loudly, but there is no hesitation in the face of benefits.

The typical thing is to build an archway on the street.

"What did you say?"

"A certain person contributed money and efforts, but in the end he only received 20%?"

The black line on Li Eryi’s forehead is also called Eryi Tianzuowu?

Who did this bastard learn arithmetic from?

"Calm down, have you ever thought about it, without my skills, what would you do if you have money?"

"In the end, you won't be able to get even a hair out of it?"

"What's more, apart from the powerful family, I am the only one who knows this technology."

"Without my help, your printing shop is basically just a decoration."

"But it's different now. We produce the raw materials ourselves, and the profits from the final printing are all yours, right?"

We had just started discussing the issue of sharing the spoils, no, the issue of dividends, and this old boy became anxious.

I don't even care about the profits of the printing shop. I'm pretty generous, okay?

"Little brother, how much does your papermaking technology cost?"

If you say you are not moved by such a proposal, it would be a lie. You are taking advantage of His Majesty's deep thinking.

Changsun Wuji hurriedly asked.

You must know that the cost of rice paper in the world today is tens of yuan.

Without much profit, if you have to compete head-on with the gate valve, it will really outweigh the gains and losses.

"The cost of each piece of paper will not exceed three cents, and the quality of the paper is better than the rice paper on the market today!"

Different technologies can achieve the same results. This is the power of knowledge.

"impossible!"

Li Er stood up suddenly and knocked down the wine bowl in front of him without even realizing it.

No one thought that the cost of making paper by this guy would be so low, which made people feel unreal.

"Why is it impossible? My papermaking technology, hay, bark, sticks, cotton and other domestic waste can all be used as raw materials."

"There is no need to use those rare materials at all. At the same time, it can also increase the income of the people. Why not?"

Before the cooperation is finalized, it is impossible for him to inform the manufacturing details, but these superficial things can still be explained.

"Even if we open a paper mill, what does it have to do with the people?"

Li Er was very puzzled. If he wanted to make money, he just said so. Is there any need to put gold on his face?

"Lao Li, you need to take a long-term view."

"The paper we produce can be purchased by ordinary students, so the demand for paper must be huge."

"With our own people, even if we are exhausted, we will not be able to collect enough raw materials."

"So, we need to announce to the people of the entire Tang Dynasty that anything they don't need, anything that can be used as raw materials, can be sent to us in exchange for money."

"Especially now that it is not the busy farming season, people can go around looking for items that can be used as materials, such as hay, firewood, etc., and they can exchange money to subsidize their families. Doesn't this increase people's income?"

People's lives are miserable today, and the fundamental reason is that there are too few money-making projects.

I can only keep the harvest of my three-thirds of an acre of land, and there is no extra income at all.

"Sir, we've done this paper mill."

"I believe this old bastard can withstand the pressure of a powerful family."

There is really no reason to refuse such a good thing that benefits the country and the people.

Changsun Wuji's face turned red and he was so excited that he even cursed himself.

Hearing such words, Li Er glanced at him.

It was clearly a warning to him.

There is myself, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, here.

Do I need to use your old villain as a backer?

"Little brother, have you ever considered that although the old swindler has a reputation, his power is not enough to intimidate him? Why don't you try someone else?"

"A certain person has a close relationship with Lu Guogong. If we can get his support...you know!"
To be continued...