Ran Daqi slapped the table and said happily: "That's good! Erlang, come on, let's discuss how to do the paper shop business next."

When it comes to Changsun Hong's behavior, the young man who is obviously not as furious as an adult, he speaks in an old tone. Ran Daqi has become accustomed to it, and subconsciously treats the person who has not even wiped the mouth clean on the other side as equals, and has no intention of contempt because the other party is young.

Heroes are young, and they are always old. Ganluo is prime minister at the age of twelve. Li Cunmao is awarded the title at the age of 15, and Huo Qubing is leading the army at the age of 18. Ran Daqi listens to the storytellers in the teahouse. He always knows some of these allusions. He no longer feels unbelievable about the incredible things that Changsun Hong did like a magical power.

This is enough for someone who has the ability to help himself and his ancestors and is willing to help him.

"Old method, give it, don't have money, send it all out in the first pool." Changsun Hong's body was straightened up. When it comes to serious business, he never smiled. A sense of self-importance arose from his gradually growing body: "You can send it to those near Hezhou, and then see the effect. Start selling it from the second pool. The price should be cheaper than the paper on the market, as long as it is a little bit small."

"Ah?" Ran Daqi grinded his teeth in pain: "Our paper is so good, it's too cheap to sell."

Changsun Hong took a sip of tea and sent a thank-you smile to Ran Pu who was drawing a map on a piece of paper on the side, and continued: "It's nothing that can't be paid. This is to occupy the market and suppress competitors. Everyone comes to buy our paper, so naturally they won't buy other companies. Over time, what should be bankrupt, what should be closed, what should be closed, the market is full of our paper. At that time, it was not our final decision to sell how expensive it was, right?"

"However, this process must be very long. We will endure it very...the profit is very low." Ran Daqi said reluctantly with attention to immediate interests.

"It doesn't matter if you're low, after all, you will definitely make a profit." Changsun Hong smiled and knocked on the table: "The raw materials are cheap, how much does wood cost? Well? It's cheaper than bamboo? It's cheaper than bark that is troublesome to peel? The cost is too low, so we have the advantage. Those ores are basically bargain when they buy them, and no one wants something. If we are not afraid of trouble, we can even exchange them with paper, which can be exchanged for half a year of consumption."

Ran Daqi immediately volunteered: "I'll go, I'll bargain, and reduce the cost a little."

Changsun Hong looked at him with praise, encouraged him with a "school-taught" look, and said, "Okay, it's up to you."

Ran Daqi did what he did. He asked Changsun Hong for the ore prescription and immediately went out to buy it. Changsun Hong was not afraid of giving it to him. There was still a problem with the formula when buying the ore, and it was useless to take it away.

The house was quiet and Ran Pu, who was painting with his head, had already drawn a lot of things on the paper in a curved and round manner. This person is just like this. He likes to remember the places he has been to in his mind and draw them on the paper based on his memory. Changsun Hong has seen the map he drew, which is amazingly accurate. The scale is purely based on his feel, and it can actually reach a very accurate level. It makes people admire his super memory.

Changsun Hong stretched out his head to look, but Ran Pu looked up, put the brush down, and said, "Erlang, you are really brave, aren't you afraid of being injured by an assassin?"

Changsun Hong grinned and said arrogantly: "I have practiced Kung Fu, what are I afraid of?"

Ran Pu looked at him and shook his head: "This is not a question of whether you can do kung fu, it is a matter of courage. The incident happened suddenly. In that case, the emergency test was an emergency response. He was timid and was stunned at that time. How could he think of counterattack?"

This is common sense. Changsun Hong picked up the tea cup and drank tea with a reserved attitude.

Ran Pu said again: "Mo Changbin is sitting in front of you. The assassin's knife fell down and inserted it on the ground in front of him, scaring him out of urine. Many people saw it and were embarrassed to go to grandma's house."

Changsun Hong smashed his mouth and spit out a piece of tea: "That guy has a skin in the air, and he is strong on the outside and fucks at the inside."

"That's true, but this saves a lot of trouble." Ran Pu smiled and said, "You don't know. I just went to the academy and many people were talking about Mo Changbin and the others who were quite literary on weekdays, and they discussed showing you a good look at the literary meeting. The assassin made such a fuss to help you get rid of the siege."

The news was unexpected, Changsun Hong raised his face: "Give me a good look? What's good looking?"

"They seem to have gained the benefits of others. They have to choose you to compare lyrics in the lyrics and essays at the literary conference. Your song "Drunk and Falling" is famous for being famous. They want to deliberately point you out and let the students in the audience compete with you. They are not shy about this and show off everywhere. You haven't been to the academy these days, so they don't know." Ran Pu said.

"Oh?" Changsun Hong lost interest lazily and never cared about his jealousy towards children.

He found Mo Changbin's pants interesting. He was still pissing his pants in public at the age of eighteen, and he hadn't heard of it for a long time.

The two chatted and laughed for a while. It was already late at night. Ran Daqishen didn't know where to buy ore in the middle of the night. Anyway, he was a local snake, so he didn't care about him if he had any connections.

Changsun Hong slept in the paper shop that night, lying on the same bed with Ran Pu. He talked for a long time and admired Ran Pu's profound knowledge of geography. Changsun Hong was very impressed by this young man. He was simply a traveler of this era. He went out to travel without any trouble, and almost all of his footprints were left in the entire Sichuan.

"Only by reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles can you get the true meaning." This is his catchphrase.

Perhaps, it is not a bad thing to see more and walk around in this era like him.

Changsun Hong thought.

...

The storm at the cultural meeting caused quite a stir in Hezhou. The whole city was in martial law. The three bad people from the prefecture and county yamen were not idle. They searched for it with great fanfare, and began to search for it in and out of the city gate. All those with tattoos with the well god pattern were arrested and thrown into prison.

"Digging three feet into the ground, you must also find out the murderer behind it!" Grandmaster said with a dark face to face the big and small leaders standing below in the lobby of the state yamen: "Everything of the Jingshen Gang in Hezhou must be dug out, and no one can be left!"

He knew that this matter was not simple, and there was a complex dispute over private salt interests behind it. This was a forbidden area. Even the transport envoys in charge of investigating and anti-smuggling salt dared to assassinate. It is conceivable how rampant the private salt power in the secret was rampant.

Therefore, the slogans on the surface were shouting loudly, but in fact they did not dare to fight. The officials below were even more clear than him. They caught hundreds of salt households with tattoos as scapegoats, and they got the job done.

After all, this is a force that Li Jie can't suppress. The ground is full of gangs from the Well God Gang, and it is everywhere in open and secret. Maybe there is one in the state yamen. If someone is forced to force others to get angry and cut off the head of Grandmaster Dao in the dark, it will be very easy.

Be good at everything and leave room for everything. The master understands the truth.

But some people don't believe this truth.

Within two days, several bloody heads were placed on the Dengwen Drum at the entrance of the Hezhou Prefecture Yamen at dawn.

Blood flowed all over the ground, dyeing a big piece of ground red.
Chapter completed!