Newspapers are the new method Wang Siqi has prepared for the original banknote raising department during this period of time.

Of course, this is obviously not a business that makes a lot of money, but Wang Siqi has his own way to make money that can at least support the craftsmen.

According to Wang Siqi's instructions.

Within a short period of time, many craftsmen followed the instructions and took out all the remaining ink, which filled a large open space in front of the warehouse. The previously discarded remaining ink was everywhere.

This scene even made Jiang Wenhuan and Zhao Benchang speechless.

"This is too much... After so many years, no one has ever come to ask about these residual inks?" Wang Siqi looked at Jiang Wenhuan, who was stunned, with some doubts. After all, even if these residual inks are taken out, they cannot be replaced.

Little silver.

It's really useless to pile it up here.

Hearing Wang Siqi's doubts, Jiang Wenhuan couldn't help but replied with a wry smile: "My lord, to be honest... I have sent people to ask specifically before, but these ink cubes all come from somewhere and have no destination!"

"Most of them are naturally used to print treasure banknotes, but no one really cares about these... and no one asks about them. As time went by, I didn't even notice that there were so many!

"

"That's great, it will save money for our newspaper bureau!"

The most expensive costs of newspapers are probably two, one is paper, and the other is ink.

With paper and ink, the next thing to do is printing and engraving. However, Wang Siqi also knew that if the newspaper bureau that had just started wanted to open up the market, it was destined that the price should not be too high.

In the short term, there is no doubt that it is destined to be a losing business.

Wang Siqi can't afford the loss.

But after all, you can save some money.

"Sir, does this newspaper bureau print things like Di Bao..."

"No! It's hard to print that thing to wipe people's butts! What we want to print is the only newspaper that will be famous in the capital in the future. I have already thought of the name."

"Just call it! "Weekly Shonen..." Oh no! "Capital Weekly"!"

"This is the content..."

"I will do it myself!"

.....

Outside the Hidden Flower Pavilion, Zhao Benchang gritted his teeth and looked at Wang Siqi who walked in the door leisurely.

Although he had already seen more than one girl approaching Wang Siqi, their eyes looked like they wanted to strip Wang Siqi naked and eat her alive.

But thinking about his status, even if Zhao Benchang was like a mad dog in the court on weekdays, he could only look at such a romantic place for a while.

So called.

If you don’t enter, you won’t be able to give up.

Go in, you can't do it!

"Hey, hey, hey... Look at each of you, your eyes are as if you want to eat the prince. Take them away, take them away!" The old bustard held up his shoulder, raised his voice, and scolded several of them.

The girl who was about to come up and untie Wang Siqi's belt.

Then he turned his face, looked at Wang Siqi with a smile and continued: "I said, why did I hear magpies calling on the branches outside my window as soon as it dawned today? It turns out... it was because I knew that Mr. Wang was like this today.

A distinguished guest is coming to our door!"

In that look, there are three parts of charm and seven parts of insanity.

If he were not too old, even Wang Siqi, who calls himself the little prince of the nightclubs in Beijing, would not be able to keep his mouth shut. I am afraid that I might want to change my taste tonight!

"Come on, we just met yesterday!"

"Ouch! Look what Mr. Wang said, isn't this Hidden Flower Pavilion the home of Mr. Wang? It's like going home here. There's no reason why Mr. Wang comes so often!"

"I wonder how many girls Mr. Wang wants tonight?"

The words were so explicit that even Wang Siqi couldn't help but blush. Then he coughed sternly, looked at the madam seriously and said, "I don't want any girls today!"

Upon hearing this.

The old bustard was stunned for a moment, his eyes were a little more erratic, he glanced up and down, and finally said with a shy face: "Mr. Wang, could it be that he has taken a fancy to me... Ouch... I am already so old, this

..If the prince doesn’t dislike it, that’s fine...”

"Shut up!"

"What I want to do is to prepare a quiet side room in the backyard for me, and send someone to prepare pens, inks, paper and inkstones. I have big things to do tonight!"

"Don't drink flower wine!"

"No time!"

This time, the madam's expression was as exciting as riding a roller coaster.

What Wang Siqi said didn't sound like a joke, so he had to reply: "Okay, Mr. Wang, I will send someone to prepare. If you have any orders, just call me..."

Living in Zanghua Pavilion is really a helpless approach.

After all, with the old man Zhao Benchang by his side, he is not as good as Long Yang... Therefore, it is better to stay as far away from him as possible. After all, relying on Zhu Di's words, this old man can really do anything.

There were very few normal people among the officials in the Ming Dynasty.

Within folk remedies.

A good oil lamp was lit. Perhaps because it was cold at night, a red-hot charcoal basin was placed at the door, and the charcoal inside was being burned squeakingly.

With a casual glance, Wang Siqi couldn't help but think of Jurong County.

There is a golden mountain there waiting to be excavated.

However, things are more pressing at the moment... After all, if the newspaper wants to sell well in the future, it will depend on its ability in the next period of time.

Pens, ink, paper and inkstones are arranged neatly one by one.

Wang Siqi nodded his ink and picked up his pen, and wrote "Journey to the West" on the paper!

The first generation of civil servants in the Ming Dynasty set sail...

...

The next day.

"Holy crap! I'm so exhausted... Damn it, even though I have an amazing memory of my previous life in this life, it's not easy to copy it word for word!"

“If it weren’t for the fact that I could only do this work myself, I would have to outsource the entire labor service!”

He sat on the bed and stretched.

Last night, Wang Siqi sat in front of the desk until almost midnight before he stopped writing and turned around to fall asleep. When he opened his eyes, the bright sunlight shone into the room from the small window.

Although the light transmittance of the paper windows is extremely poor.

But it was already noon, and Wang Siqi woke up quickly due to hunger.

"But it's enough to last for a while. As for the update... I'll just make do with it. Whatever bike I need every week, this one will last me a few months at least!"

After getting dressed first, Wang Siqi gathered the papers scattered on the table, arranged them one by one in order, and put them neatly in his arms.

"Go out and cook!"

The chefs at Canghua Pavilion are extremely skilled, and they are among the most expensive in the capital. Of course, compared to the bald monks outside the capital, I am afraid that Canghua Pavilion at this moment would be dwarfed by comparison.

After eating and drinking, Wang Siqi went out and got on the sedan that had been waiting at the door.

Wu De came forward and looked at Wang Siqi with a smile and said: "Master! It seemed very intense last night. I waited until noon before coming out..."

"Fuck you! This young master is doing business!"

"Besides, my young master has been on the battlefield, but have he ever suffered a defeat?"
Chapter completed!