Before urging him to finish the manuscript, Qi Huan tentatively asked, "Master, is something on your mind?"

Qi Yu felt a tightness in his chest and wanted to talk to someone. Since his apprentice had asked, he said so. He didn't mean anything by it; he just wanted to express his feelings.

Qi Yu: "Back then, I was unlucky and held a grudge. Now that things have settled down, I feel even more regretful. I want to start an academy, but I'm struggling to find a suitable teacher."

Qi Huan understood his mentor's meaning. He knew his mentor's abilities, but others did not. Even if I became famous for the "Beijing Daily", those who wanted to study would not dare to risk their future by going to a new academy.

Who would want to come to an academy with no clear direction? Also, an academy can't have just one teacher. These are all problems.

Qi Huan thought for a moment, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said, "Master, I have an idea. Would you like to hear it?"

When Qi Yu heard that his apprentice had an idea, he knew he had to hear it: "Go ahead and say it."

Qi Huan: "Let me be frank with you, I received a mission from the Emperor that was to run the Jingbao newspaper well. The Emperor wants to promote the novel form and make it accepted by the whole country. This is not easy. To be honest, my Jingbao newspaper is in dire need of people. If you don't mind, Master, we can set up an academy. It doesn't have to teach anything else, but it can be used to train people specifically for newspapers. You can see the current trend of newspapers. In the future, this kind of talent will definitely be very scarce. Moreover, newspapers can control and convey a lot of information. Your ambitions may not be impossible to realize."