Wang Bo sat in the county government hall and let out a long yawn. He had spent the night hanging out with a few prostitutes last night, and now he was really sleepy.
There was a stack of "Beijing News" on the table in front of him, about 20 copies. This was the result of two days of collection by his men. More than 10,000 copies were issued, and only 20 copies were collected. How should he explain to his uncle?
?
Wang Bo was tired, sleepy, and irritable, and he had no idea for a while.
Not far behind him stood a middle-aged man with a medium to thin build, a rather fair egg face, and a pair of thin triangular eyes. His name was Jia Yingfang, and he was Wang Bo's Qiangu staff.
He stared at the pile of newspapers on the table with eager eyes. In his eyes, it was not twenty newspapers, but two hundred dollars, but the dude in front of him didn't know anything.
His eyes were rolling rapidly. How could he get these twenty copies of the "Beijing News"? After thinking for a moment, he came up with a solution.
Jia Yingfang stepped forward and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, please give these newspapers to your subordinates! I have a way to get your Majesty to give an explanation to Xianggong Qin."
Wang Bo perked up and asked, "What can you do?"
Jia Yingfang whispered: "Aren't there thousands of old Di newspapers piled up in the warehouse? I burned it and pretended to be the confiscated "Beijing News", and then burned these newspapers together, leaving a few unburned
If the Prime Minister of Qin did not believe it and sent someone to check, the few unburned newspaper corners would be the evidence."
Wang Bo clapped and laughed, "Great plan! Let's do it now."
Jia Yingfang was shocked. How could he get any benefits if he was really burned? He quickly said: "Don't come forward for the time being. This matter will attract a lot of people's attention. There are many people talking about it. I am worried that it will spread to the ears of Qin Xianggong. It's better to let it go."
I will burn the humble post, and after the burning is over, the county prince will come out and invite some people to watch and show off."
"Okay! You take care of it!" Wang Bo waved his hand.
Jia Yingfang quickly picked up the newspaper, feeling secretly happy that she had received two hundred dollars.
At this moment, the archers all came running towards me and said repeatedly: "County Lord, good news, we have found out the clues."
Wang Bo didn't know how to investigate on his own, but he left the matter to his subordinates to investigate. The archer's head was Wu Song's position, the director of the County Public Security Bureau. Ma Song was indeed quite capable, and he really found some clues.
"What clues did you find?" Wang Bo's mood has improved, and all the sleepiness in his body has disappeared.
"County Lord, please read!" Ma Song handed a book to Wang Bo.
Wang Bo took the book and glanced at it, ""The Monkey King Havoc in Heaven", what does it mean?"
Jia Yingfang next to her was startled, and she quickly pulled out a newspaper and put it on the table.
Ma Song said quickly: "The Monkey King in Heaven is a serial novel published in the Beijing News. The person who printed this book must be the same person who printed the Beijing News."
Wang Bo slapped his forehead and said happily: "Where was the novel printed?"
"It's written in the book, Bowen Printing House, I know, it's on Ji Qian Street."
"Take all the brothers and go arrest them now."
Jia Yingfang saw that Wang Bo didn't read the newspaper at all, so she quietly took the newspaper back and asked for ten thousand dollars!
"County Lord, why don't we divide our troops into two groups? We can humble ourselves and burn newspapers while the County Lord takes people to the printing office!"
"Can!"
Wang Bo is no longer interested in burning newspapers. He wants to arrest people. Once he catches people, he will be able to complete his duties.
"let's go!"
After a moment, Wang Bo rode a horse and rushed towards Jiqian Street with dozens of archers.
Bowen Printing House is neither big nor small, but it is still somewhat famous in the printing industry, otherwise Dutou Ma Song would not know about it.
The proprietor of the printing house is called Hu Yuan, also known as Bowen, and the printing house is named after him. He is an old man of nearly sixty years old. Both the people and the shop moved from Bianliang to Lin'an.
When dozens of archers rushed in from the gate and pushed him to the ground, his old arm was almost broken. Hu Yuan was so frightened that he shouted: "I didn't break the law, what are you doing?"
At this time, Wang Bo walked in and looked around. There was only a young man in blue cloth and several waiters in the store. They were all stunned.
Wang Bo felt proud and slapped Hu Yuan hard on the face with the book in his hand, and asked coldly: "Is this printed by you?"
Hu Yuan glanced at the cover of the book and nodded, "Yes!"
"Where is the person who asked you to print this book? He is a serious criminal wanted by the court. If you are his accomplice, your whole family will be executed."
Wang Bo was talking nonsense, he didn't even know the other person's surname or name, and he still committed a crime again in the court!
But Hu Yuan was frightened. When he took the printing job, he knew it was risky, but the other party's offer made him unable to refuse, so he took it.
At this moment, Hu Yuan had to save his life, so he quickly said: "He lives at the south branch of Gaosheng Inn. You will know if you go and ask."
Wang Bo was overjoyed and asked again: "What's his name?"
Hu Yuan was startled. He didn't even know the other party's name, and he was still wanted! He immediately realized that he had been deceived by this famous bastard magistrate.
But the words had already been spoken, and he could only say bitterly: "His surname is also Hu, and his name is Hu Zunrong. He has two followers, and he seems to be good at martial arts. You should be careful."
"Hand over the stereotypes of that book, and it won't be your problem."
"They brought the board for the book themselves. The newspaper has only been out for a few days. How could I have time to engrave it?"
Wang Bo was right after thinking about it. He was unwilling to give in and extorted another ten taels of silver before leading his men towards the south city gate.
After the other party left, Hu Yuan said to the young man in blue next to him: "Brother Hu, I'm sorry!"
The Hu Zunrong Wang Bo wants to arrest is the young man in blue next to him. The printing boards he is looking for are also piled up on the table. Because the books are selling like hotcakes, Hu Zunrong wants to print an additional 5,000 sets and is negotiating the price with shopkeeper Hu.
Oh! Wang Bo rushed in.
"Shopkeeper Hu, who is this? Things start to finish but end well."
Of course Hu Zunrong is a pseudonym. His real name is Hu Yun. He is the manager of Jingzhao Newspaper Office stationed in Lin'an. He is fully responsible for the distribution of "Beijing News" in Lin'an. He also wants to print 20,000 copies of "The Monkey King in Heaven". This book is in Jingzhao Newspaper Office.
The fire is expected to be popular in Lin'an as well. The profit from selling books has exceeded that of newspapers. Of course Yang Tianfang is also very concerned about this book.
Hu Yuan sighed, "He is the magistrate of Qiantang County. He is Qin Hui's nephew. His name is Wang Bo. He is a very famous playboy in Lin'an. He is also a bastard magistrate. You saw it too. He didn't even let go of ten taels of silver."
"It's okay. We will bear the loss of ten taels of silver. You didn't betray me just now. You were very generous."
Hu Yuan was really embarrassed and said quickly: "I just told you where you live, it doesn't matter!"
Hu Yun smiled slightly and said: "That inn is just to cover up people's eyes and open two empty rooms. I don't actually live there."
Hu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, "You should be careful. I guess they are not here to print books. They must be looking for newspapers. Your newspapers have turned Lin'an upside down in the past two days."
Hu Yuan was not a fool. He knew that the other party must be the publisher of "Beijing News". Otherwise, how could there be a complete set of "The Monkey King in Heaven"?
Hu Yun also realized that he had printed the book too hastily, and now that the newspaper was in the limelight, he gave the other party a clue.
He took out an ingot of ten taels of silver, put it on the table and said, "I'll take the board away first, and we can continue our cooperation after the storm has passed."
Hu Yuan cupped his hands and said, "This is also the advice I want to give you. Avoid the limelight first and talk about the book printing later."
Hu Yun immediately called two of his men who were drinking tea in the backyard. The three of them packed up the carvings, hired an ox cart and left.