"What a shame, what a shame! I will definitely impeach this guy tomorrow for disturbing public order!"

After Wei Zheng returned to his house after attending the morning court, he was so angry that he slapped the table when he heard his wife talking about what happened in front of Qiqi Culture in Dongshi this morning.

Mrs. Pei glanced at Wei Zheng and said angrily: "How dare you? You don't know how many poor children this child has benefited from this action. If you impeach him, see if the poor scholars in the world will be happy!"

Wei Zheng stared in disbelief and said, "But this riot was clearly caused by Li Zexuan's lack of careful consideration in advance. If he is not severely punished, where will the laws of the Tang Dynasty be placed?"

Mrs. Pei was quite speechless by her husband's stubborn thoughts. After a while, she said: "Sir, you are also from a poor family. You know how much poor children are hungry for books, so why do you still feel sorry for this child?"

When Wei Zheng heard this, he frowned and hesitated. After a long time, he still said firmly:

"Gong is merit, fault is fault. It is merit for Li Zexuan to print books to benefit poor people, but it is fault for carelessly ordering customers to fight in the store and disrupt public order! Merits deserve reward, and faults deserve punishment. I will write a letter to plead for merit for him.

But for his mistakes, I will also write a letter of impeachment!"

This old guy's stubborn temper really made Mrs. Pei very angry. She just heard her snort angrily, turned away, and left only one sentence:

"Hmph! If you want to impeach me, go ahead! Go sleep in the study tonight!"

"Hey! Madam, please listen to my husband and tell you the truth!"

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"Sir, that's the thing. Once the cheap books on Funny Culture come out, all the bookstores in Chang'an City are powerless to resist. We can't compete with the price!"

Chongrenfang, the residence of Changsun Wuji.

The shopkeeper of Mingde Bookstore was talking bitterly to Changsun Wuji. Judging from his tone, Mingde Bookstore should belong to Changsun's family.

Changsun Wuji's expression didn't change much, as if the book store's poor business had nothing to do with him. He took a slow sip of tea and said calmly:

"Wu Mengyang, what are you in a hurry for? Stay calm when things happen!"

Although Changsun Wuji's tone was calm, Wu Mengyang trembled when he heard it, and he quickly raised his hands solemnly and said: "This is what I taught you!"

Changsun Wuji waved his hand and said:

"Sit down! Can you investigate clearly, how many books are there in this batch of Qiqi Culture? And why are their books so cheap? As far as I know, if the books are sold at this price, I am afraid that the entire city of Chang'an will

No bookstore will lose money, right? Li Zexuan dares to sell like this, is he planning to lose money and make a profit?"

It has to be said that many people in history called Changsun Wuji an old fox, which makes sense. No matter what the situation, he can find the most critical point of the problem with the calmest thinking. This is his most important thing.

Terrible place.

"Back to my lord, I have already done some research. There are fifteen kinds of books from Fantastic Culture, and each type has about three hundred copies. They have all been snapped up today. As for whether there will be such books in the future, I

People don’t know. Also, their books are all printed from Qiquge Workshop, so I don’t know how much they cost and whether they will lose money by selling them this way.”

Wu Mengyang answered seriously.

Changsun Wuji frowned and thought for a moment, then said: "Let's take a look again!"

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In the afternoon, Li Er sent someone to Li's house to convey the decree and conducted some "criticism and education" on Li Zexuan. Others in the family were frightened by the decree, but Li Zexuan felt happy after hearing the decree.

Being confined at home may be a torture for others, but for Li Zexuan, a otaku, it is a great enjoyment! As for the three months' salary deducted by Li Er, Li Zexuan said that he did not care at all. Going to teach at the Imperial College was originally a

It was not his original intention. If he could live comfortably at home as a rich second generation every day, Li Zexuan would be willing to give Li Er 100 million in return.

"Xuan'er, my father feels that you should not open this bookstore otherwise. We have so much money at home, why should we open a bookstore and cause so much trouble for nothing? If we lose the favor, the gain will not be worth the loss.

.”

When Father Li heard Li Er's order, he was really angry. He wanted Li Zexuan to come up with a "stick to bring out the filial son package" on the spot. However, he was frightened by the power of his wife, so he could only try to suppress his anger and calmly

exhorted.

"Dad, the establishment of Funny Culture has nothing to do with money, but it carries the beliefs and dreams of many people. The Tang Dynasty needs Funny Culture, and the children of poor families in the world also need Funny Culture. There is no way I will give up this bookstore easily.

Yes. Your Majesty has no intention of punishing the child, otherwise he wouldn’t have punished him so painlessly. Besides, behind this interesting culture, Your Majesty has also given a lot of support, and children cannot be imprisoned if they want!"

His father was opposed to his career, so of course Li Zexuan had to find a way to persuade him, otherwise it would be more trouble than he gained if he caused discord in his family in the future.

Li Jingmo was shocked when he heard his son's last words. He knew that he could no longer persuade him. He could only sigh, shake his head and leave. Now that his son is becoming more and more capable, he is becoming more and more worried.

Heavy. As expected, the more you gain, the more you lose!

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"I'm on vacation. I'm on vacation. I don't know how to spend it. I bought a Nokia with my left hand and a Motorola with my right hand. Ah, bah, bah, bah, I sang the wrong song!"

Li Er gave himself a long vacation, and he had just persuaded his father. Li Zexuan was in a very happy mood. When he returned to the West Courtyard, he couldn't help but get carried away and hummed a song.

"Pfft! Master, why is your song so weird?"

Xiao Xi heard this strange singing from afar. She stepped forward and wiped Li Zexuan's face with a cold towel, and couldn't help but smile.

"Yes, yes, Master, your song is really ugly, you sing like a little hooligan!"

Xiao He also came over to join in the fun.

Li Zexuan smiled seductively and said: "Hey, since you said that this young master is a hooligan, then Xiao He, please come over and sleep with me tonight!"

"Ah! No! The young lady is about to come. How can you think about these things, young master?"

Xiaohe quickly jumped away with her chest in her arms and exclaimed.

"Haha, you little girl is so embarrassed!"

Li Zexuan took a pear and laughed, and then he said while eating: "Xiao Xi, come in and grind it for me, Master!"

Tomorrow the students in the School of Mathematical Sciences will have their weekly exams, but the test papers haven't been released yet. Although I have been grounded, the students' learning progress cannot be delayed! As for the courses in the next few days, let Xu Hongzhi teach on my behalf.

, Anyway, with his own help, Xu Hongzhi has almost completely figured out the mathematics in the first volume, and he can be lazy openly!

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Well, I did a set of written test questions, which took me a while, but luckily I finished coding before twelve o'clock!
Chapter completed!