Retrograde for thousands of years

Chapter 74 Magician
"Unexpectedly, the Wu-Tang Clan became the first victim of the news media."

In the prison, Zhou Huan ate braised beef, drank some wine, and chatted with several of his companions.

When a person is in an unfamiliar place, it does not mean that he has no friends. On the contrary, as long as he is capable, all kinds of friends will be by his side.

"This thing is very strange. There seems to be someone behind the scenes. Don't you think it's too hot for Brother Wang?"

The situation in the capital has suddenly changed in the past few days, and Wang Huan suddenly became a man of the hour. People in the streets and alleys were talking about the Wudang Clan's property theft. Various rumors continued, as if the Wudang Clan suddenly became the target of thousands of people.

"Are you a lay disciple of the Wudang Sect?"

Zhou Huan looked at the figure in the world with a smile, the jade-faced dragon Zhuo Feifan.

"Yes, but I don't hate Mr. Wang, I'm just curious why things have become so big?"

"Things have just begun. The Wu-Dang Sect has fallen into a trap from the beginning. They just don't know it. Mr. Zhuo, let me ask you, what is the biggest credential for the civil service system?"

Zhou Huan is not surprised that people from the Wudang Sect can go to prison. Now there is a lot of criticism outside the Wudang Sect. A century-old reputation may be ruined in one day. What if Zhou Huan dies in prison for no apparent reason? .

"Mr. Wang, please give me some advice."

"The right to speak. What civil servants or those literati care about most is the right to speak. And the Beijing Times that I run has dug up their ancestral graves. I'm afraid you didn't take it to heart about what Qingjing Zhenren said in his letter about the life and death of the Wudang Sect. Since I have dug up the ancestral graves of the literati, it would be a lie if they did not fight with us.

Do you actually think that with a little money and a little relationship, civil servants can turn a blind eye to the Beijing Times?This would be too naive. "

Zhou Huan had said these words before, but no one paid attention to them. In other words, the warriors in this world had no idea what Zhou Huan's newspaper meant.

It was a competition for the right to speak. The emergence of newspapers was enough for the Wu-Tang Clan to have its own channel for public opinion. In many time-travel novels, the protagonists arrived in ancient times and offered punctuation marks to seek promotion. But in fact, it was not that the ancients did not know the trouble of breaking sentences. , but why do this?
That is, only literati have the right to interpret, and this kind of interpreting power has countless sages and leaders in history who want to promote a better way of punctuating sentences, but they can't do it!

This is just an ordinary sentence fragment, it does not involve the fundamentals, and there is such a big resistance, so what if we directly dig up the ancestral graves of the literati?
Warriors may not understand the mysteries of vernacular writing, new thinking, and communication channels, but the elite among the literati understood the consequences of what Zhou Huan did from the beginning!

That is comparable to the changes brought about by the great master Zhou Huan 200 years ago. Warriors have a position of public opinion and the right to speak, so what is the use of civil servants?

"Running a newspaper has been a war from the very beginning, an ubiquitous war at any cost. It is a pity that the Wudang faction only regarded this matter as a business from the beginning, but they did not know that the Wudang faction had already dug up the ancestral graves of literati and purified the real people. I have read the letter to the Wudang faction. He asked Zongguan to send someone to sit in the town. The recommendation was not Qingxu Zhenren, but Qinglian. Years of friendship have made him unable to be separated.

Then another suitable candidate also encountered other things, and finally Qingxu came to the capital. On the way, he met his long-time friend Qian Shilang.

Minister Qian was an honest official with an excellent reputation, and he had a granddaughter married to a lay disciple of the Wudang Sect.

Isn't it fun? Is it interesting?

Do you feel that there is a thread running through it?
Is there someone in Xuanwu Temple who is claiming that the Wudang Sect’s [-]% shareholding is too small and that I, Wang Huan, am too greedy? All credit should go to the Wudang Sect and just let me share the dividends, right?

Is there someone who guarantees that the Wu-Tang Clan will not be involved in this matter and that the sales of Beijing Times are guaranteed? "

Zhou Huan had a bright smile on his face. He tapped the table with his chopsticks and said, "Then, under various influences from top to bottom, the newly arrived Master Qingxu decided to teach me a small lesson. Anyway, I have the guarantee of the rich minister." , anyway, those people are just after money, no matter how big the trouble is, it doesn’t matter, right?”

Sweat dripped down the face of Jade-faced You Long Zhuo Feifan. Zhou Huan only learned this information not long ago when he asked him. "I heard a story a long time ago. Two killers were going to meet for a duel after three days. After separating from him, he went directly to the duel point to ambush him without any delay, and then killed him with one knife.

After you dug up the ancestral graves of the civil service system, you still slowly wanted to cooperate with each other. You naively thought that you could make a lot of money by repairing the graves and that the civil service system would be good friends with you.

Haha, you haven’t figured out what the enemy’s attitude is, and how can you fight them?Do you think you are still playing house? "

There were seven people at both ends of the round table. The eyes of the martial arts people turned to a female official. She looked very quiet. When Zhou Huan talked to everyone, she was silent, like a lake, but at this moment she raised her head. , but there was a hint of strength hidden in the gentleness, and a flame ignited in the pool.

"Mr. Wang, don't be so blunt. We have no enmity with the Wudang faction. It's just that everyone is curious about what a newspaper is and what effect it can have."

Su Qiaoer, a niece of Li Shangshu, came from a scholarly family and is now a sixth-rank official in the Ministry of Rites.

"Actually, you guys don't operate well. You are fighting against each other. You can use this opportunity to do better. Do you want to hear it, Miss Su?"

"Mr. Wang, tell me."

"To put it simply, it is a dispute between Buddhism and Taoism. The only ones that are really influential among the nine major sects are the Buddhist and Taoist sects. There are many interesting histories and stories among them. As long as the operation is done well, when the time comes, monks and Taoist priests will meet If you don’t think so, my surname will not be Wang.”

"Amitabha."

A monk on the side chanted the Buddha's name.

"Mr. Wang, you are naughty again."

Su Qiaoer smiled softly and returned to the sensible and obedient girl. "It's fun to sit on the mountain and watch tigers fight, but Mr. Wang, don't you think you will be in danger?"

"I'm not sitting on the mountain watching tigers fight, I just want to find my sister. To be honest, if I find my sister right from the beginning when I come to the capital, I will immediately go back to the countryside to farm and raise pigs, and I will never run away. Go to such a dangerous place and do these messy things.”

At this moment, everyone present smiled. No one thought that Zhou Huan did all this just to find his sister, or that they didn't take it seriously if they believed it.

"There is one more thing. I wonder if Mr. Wang knows?"

Su Qiaoer said to Zhou Huan.

"Although Mr. Wang is not a martial arts person, someone has given Mr. Wang a nickname, which is very famous."

"What nickname?"

"Magic Master, some people think that Mr. Wang is a true disciple trained by the Demon Sect, a figure used to disrupt the world and initiate endless killings."

"Pooh!"

Zhou Huan did not hesitate to comment on this nickname. These scholars are so poisonous, they are really too poisonous!

(End of this chapter)