Taking the warehouse back to Datang, Li Erle felt numb

Chapter 62 The paper was made by Lin Heng!
"He has been making paper recently. Do you know how to do it? If you have the ability, you can make it too!"

After saying this, Li Lizhi turned and left.

The two seemed to be enemies, not an unmarried couple at all.

In fact, both of them were engaged.

Changsun Chong couldn't help but look ugly.

For a man, the most painful thing is for the woman he likes to praise other people in person.

papermaking?Does Lin Heng know how to make paper?

It's ridiculous. Papermaking is exclusive to aristocratic families and royal families. How could it have anything to do with Lin Heng!

With this depression, Changsun Chong returned home.

A little later, Changsun Wuji came back.

"Father."

Changsun Wuji chuckled and nodded.

"I heard Sun Simiao say some time ago that you and a guy named Lin Heng seemed to have some issues?"

"I happened to see him with His Majesty today."

Changsun Chong hesitated for a moment and said that he just had a small friction with Lin Heng and it was nothing.

After all, his father, once he identified someone as an enemy, would use all his means to deal with it.

Changsun Chong has always admired his father, so he didn't want Changsun Wuji to intervene and solved it himself, so as to show his ability.

The key is that he can't say that Princess Changle is more interested in Lin Heng than him.

The man's face is gone.

When Changsun Wuji heard this, he didn't pay much attention and just talked about today's events.

"This person may be familiar with His Majesty, but he doesn't know our identity."

"Looking at his words and deeds, it's unusual. And today we even saw him making paper."

"This person has controlled the cost of making paper to only ten coins, and His Majesty has learned about it. His Majesty means that this person may be rewarded, and maybe he may become an official in the court in the future. Please pay attention."

After Changsun Wuji finished speaking, he left.

Changsun Chong was left standing there alone, looking stunned.

papermaking?Less than ten cents?

What a joke!
He is just a merchant, how can he make paper?
In his mind, he suddenly recalled Li Lizhi's words today, and Changsun Chong's expression was a little complicated.

Is it possible that this person really knows how to make paper? No wonder a piece of paper worth ten cents appeared in Chang'an City recently, but he didn't pay attention at first.

It was this person!

At this moment, Changsun Chong felt a great sense of crisis and an inexplicable jealousy in his heart.

No wonder this person was able to attract the attention of Her Royal Highness the Princess. He actually learned such paper-making skills from nowhere.
No, when the paper store opens tomorrow, I have to go and have a look!

Ever since, Changsun Chong and Lu Siqi bumped into each other.

Changsun Chong himself had been hanging out in the upper-class places of Chang'an, met many powerful people, and also interacted with people from aristocratic families.

Since everyone is of the same class, there are naturally more topics to talk about. Chunming Tower, which I usually like to go to, is the property of the Aristocratic Family.

"Oh? I've met Brother Changsun, but I didn't notice you just now."

Changsun Chong didn't pay attention to the greetings and asked eagerly:

"I just saw you coming out of the paper bank. What's the situation over there?"

Lu Siqi's expression froze, and there seemed to be some hatred in his eyes.

"It's Cheng Huailiang, son of Duke Lu, selling paper."

"He only sells it for ten cents, so the cost must be lower than the ten cents. I can't figure out how he made this kind of paper."

After finishing speaking, Lu Siqi immediately showed a smile on his face, as if he felt that it was useless to talk too much to the person in front of him.

"I'm really sorry. I haven't come to my senses just now. I'm going back. Brother Changsun takes his leave."

Before Lu Siqi could finish what he said, Changsun Chong immediately asked: "But is that ten cents worth of paper?"

Lu Siqi was a little confused, but nodded: "Indeed, but it is really rare for this one to be so cheap. I can't figure out who made it."

When Changsun Chong heard this, he immediately clenched his fists and his face became a little gloomy. "I didn't expect that Lin Heng actually made this paper. It's really abominable."

Although Changsun Chong's voice was very low, Lu Siqi still heard it.

He froze for a moment.

Lin Heng, the paper he made?
Which businessman is the owner of Baibao Pavilion?
Lu Siqi, who came back to his senses, frowned.

"Brother Zhangsun, can you say what you just said again?"

"You said the person who made this paper was Lin Heng?"

Changsun Chong suddenly thought of something and couldn't hide his excitement.

How much the paper sells for, and whether it is well made, actually have nothing to do with Changsun Chong, and it has no impact on his life.

But this has a much greater impact on the aristocratic family. The aristocratic family may be the people who care about paper the most in the world.

Thinking of this, Changsun smiled.

"I only found out about this yesterday. I heard it from my father."

"It is said that this person has made paper that costs less than ten cents. It is extremely cheap and of good quality. I'm afraid it won't be long before it becomes popular throughout the Tang Dynasty."

"I'm afraid that by then, no one will be able to sell the paper from the family."

Lu Siqi's expression suddenly changed and he left without saying a word.

"Let's go to Cui's house!"

Looking at Lu Siqi's retreating back, Changsun Chong showed a smile on his face.

There is no need to take action yourself, there is a family to help!

Lin Heng, aren't you very powerful? How about compared to the aristocratic family?

Among the Cui family, several representatives of the five surnames Qiwang were summoned urgently.

It can even be said that as soon as I entered the room, before I could sit down and take a breath, I was already enveloped in a dull and depressing atmosphere.

Cui Hong, the representative of the Cui family, frowned.

"Nephew Lu, do you have any news about that piece of paper?"

"I heard you said that you found the person behind the paper. I came here so quickly. Who is it?"

Lu Siqi's face was gloomy and he said in a deep voice: "The person who made this paper is Lin Heng!"

When these words came out, everyone was shocked.

Cui Hong was also shocked and puzzled: "Isn't this person a merchant? The investigation of his identity is also very clear. How can he make paper?"

"But I heard that the boss of the paper shop seems to be a man named Cheng Huailiang, the son of Lu Guogong?"

Lu Siqi nodded.

"Yes, the two of them should have a cooperative relationship."

"impossible!"

Someone immediately stood up and said something was wrong.

"Gong Lu also has no access to papermaking technology, let alone Lin Heng. There must be something wrong with this investigation!"

"But if it's not Lin Heng, then who can it be!"

"If you take out any of the items sold in Lin Heng's Baobao Pavilion, they are all horrifying things that have never been seen before!"

"Now, is there any suspense whether he can master this papermaking technique?"

Everyone was silent, but their hearts were wrapped in fear.

"If this person dedicates this technology to the royal family."

"Doesn't that mean that this ten-penny piece of paper will become popular all over the world? No, absolutely not!"

"We must do something to prevent this person from developing in Chang'an."

"When the opportunity is right, we will snatch this person's skills directly!"

"If you have to, maybe you can."

Cui Hong made a cold gesture of wiping his neck.

(End of this chapter)