Jing Zhe was somewhat angry at Wang Yingqiu for slandering him without cause.

It's true what they say, if you don't discipline someone for two days, they'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off

I'll give you the injection when I get back!

However, Jing Zhe didn't want to dwell on the matter too much, and waved his hand with a smile, "Anyway, I didn't lie to you! You spoke so well, I'm almost reluctant to part with you!"

"Young Master Jing... can't bear to part with me?"

Bai Lu stared at Jing Zhe, lost in thought.

"Yes, I've been thinking of telling your garden owner to give you to me. You could stay at the Fragrance Pavilion and tell stories every day. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Hearing that Jing Zhe's "reluctance" was because he wanted her to tell a story, Bai Lu's eyes dimmed a little, and then she said softly, "Bai Lu also wants to stay here with Young Master Jing every day, but Bai Lu is ultimately a person of Wuxian Garden, and even if the Garden Master agrees, it's not possible."

Jing Zhe nodded, still pondering in his mind that it was time to invite a few professional storytellers to reside permanently at Wenxiangju, staggering their mealtimes to make full use of the place, which would also serve as a newspaper publisher.

Shouts of discontent came from downstairs from time to time. Bai Lu said with some resentment, "Young Master Jing, now everyone is starting to wrong me, but there's nothing I can do. I also really want to know what will happen next!"

"Don't you already know?"

Jing Zhe glanced at him.

Although Bai Lu only mentioned the monkey going to heaven, the newspapers contained all the plot details of the havoc in the Heavenly Palace, which Bai Lu had also seen.

"I want to know, what happened to that monkey afterward..."

"This one..."

Jing Zhe chuckled wryly. He hadn't expected to get another one urging him to update, and a woman at that...

"Next time for sure, next time for sure!"

"..."

...

Amidst the uproar and arguing among the crowd downstairs, Stone walked out again with a smile.

"Gentlemen, please be quiet and listen to what I have to say!"

The crowd, who had been arguing incessantly, immediately stopped when they saw the stone appear. Someone took the lead in jeering, "Keep talking!"

"Yeah, did that monkey go to Heaven or not?"

"..."

Stone smiled wryly upon hearing this. It was also the first time he had heard this story, and he shared similar thoughts with the group. He also wanted to know if the monkey had gone to the Heavenly Court!

But the monkey went upstairs... oh, no, it was Miss Bailu who went upstairs. Whether the monkey went to Heaven or not will be revealed tomorrow...

Thinking of this, Shi Tou could only reassure everyone not to worry, and then spoke in a gentle tone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, since it is now late and dinnertime has arrived, the story will naturally end here. If you would like to hear another story—"

"Let's not eat, let's finish the story first!"

Stone listened and gave a bitter laugh, thinking that there was nothing more painful in the world than this: even if you've eaten, you still won't be able to hear it...

The public's voice was strong, and their desire for the story was genuine, but Shi Tou could do nothing to help. He could only smile and say, "I understand your feelings. To be honest, this is the first time I've heard this story before."

"Forget about you guys, I'm practically begging Bailu to tell me right now whether that monkey went to Heaven to become the Keeper of the Heavenly Horses or stayed on Flower Fruit Mountain to become the Monkey King!"

He then sighed and said, "Alas, Miss Bailu doesn't know either! Our master went to great lengths to get this part of the story from the Da'an Newspaper through acquaintances. As for the rest, no one knows except the people at the Da'an Newspaper!"

At this point, people began to truly value the Da'an Newspaper.

"Hey Stone, do you even know what the Da'an Newspaper Office does?"

"Yes, could you tell us more details so we can understand better?"

When people asked about the newspaper, Stone finally smiled.

According to Jing Zhe's exact words, he was waiting right here!

He then smiled and said, "This Da'an Newspaper Agency is a newly established institution by His Majesty. It is said that the newspaper it publishes is like a proclamation issued by the prefect, except that the newspaper is divided into different sections. However, I am not quite clear about the specific content of these different sections. Does anyone here know?"

"Hey, now that you mention it, I remember! I have a friend who works at the Da'an Newspaper Office. I heard him mention it before!"

"I also have a friend who seems to be there..."

"..."

Then, several people claiming to be friends of someone working at the newspaper suddenly appeared in the lobby of Wenxiangju. Upon seeing this, the others immediately surrounded them and asked them questions. Before long, everyone present knew about the composition of the newspaper and the content of each section.

"This newspaper is quite interesting!"

After listening, this is what everyone feels.

However, compared to the scholars in Wuxian Garden, the diners of Wenxiangju were clearly more interested in entertainment and lifestyle.

Where and when can I buy this newspaper?

Finally, someone asked the crucial question, and Shi Tou smiled and said, "At 1:15 AM tomorrow, five hundred copies of the newspaper from Da'an Newspaper Office will be delivered. The price is one hundred copper coins. First come, first served. If you like the monkey story—or other sections—you are welcome to come over!"

After saying that, without waiting for anyone's reaction, he immediately shouted to the kitchen.

"The food is served!"

Immediately afterwards, the door of Wenxiangju was opened, and those who hadn't had a chance to come in rushed in. Seeing the empty table, they were even more curious and asked what had happened.

But those inside who heard the monkey story were somewhat disdainful of being told it. Instead, they deliberately discussed the next part of the story with other people inside, seemingly finding a sense of superiority in the anxious eyes of those outside the door…

The atmosphere at Wenxiangju was enhanced by the story, and various dishes and spirits were served. The atmosphere in the hall reached its peak, with everyone at the tables discussing the monkey plot, and many others debating what time to come to buy the newspaper the next day...

...

At this time, Jing Zhe had already left Wenxiangju.

The plan is perfect; there's no need to worry about what happens next.

"You're so smart!"

Zhang Xiaoyu, walking alongside Jing Zhe, tilted her head to look at him and said with a smile.

"Yes, that's what everyone says."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Zhang Xiaoyu grinned and said, "Why can't you be a little more humble? I don't even know how to respond!"

Jing Zhe smiled and said, "I'm just telling the truth."

"All right."

Zhang Xiaoyu seemed to have been persuaded by him. She stood still, facing the bright moonlight, and stared at him intently.

"Our distillery is destined to be inseparable from you. We have survived time and time again thanks to you, and now that Wenxiangju is yours, we will have to rely on you for the sales of spirits in the future!"

"Hehe, then you'd better try to curry favor with me!"

"No way!"

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled brightly: "Anyway... they're all yours!"

"..."

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