"Are you sure you want to send these things out?" Feng Qing's friend said with a little uncertainty.

"No problem, send them out, I'm optimistic about you." Feng Qing said lightly, "You are the most talented person I have met in all these years."

After hearing this, Feng Qing's friend inexplicably revealed an invisible emotion on her face.

——How many years have passed.

For so long, she has been regarded as a mentally ill person by her relatives and friends.

When she picked up the pen and patiently wrote the masterpiece in her mind, her mother would patiently touch her forehead with her hand and ask concernedly:

"This is not burned? Or is it evil?"

This seemingly caring, but actually a means of humiliation, Feng Qing's friend has not forgotten it for so many years. She secretly swore in her heart that sooner or later she would teach those who looked down on her a lesson.

And today, someone actually had the foresight to discover her talent.

It was her! It was this woman!

Feng Qing's friends kept emitting light waves to Feng Qing with their eyes.

However, this expression was ignored by Feng Qing.

Feng Qing was like a cold-blooded capitalist, calmly putting all these messy things on a fixed template.

Then, she typeset the content, finalized it, and finally printed it out with her own printer.

The poor printer made a creaking sound and started working day and night. The creaking sound echoed throughout the inn, making all the guests begin to wonder what the shopkeeper was doing...

Feng Qing turned her head and took another look at the information that the old beggar brought to her.

Recently, the leader of the Five Mountains seems to be preparing to come here.

However, in ancient times, this place was very long to travel. Even the head of a sect had to cross mountains and ridges. It would probably take another month or two to reach their small broken place.

Add to that the various disputes between the sects, and Feng Qing would have to wait even longer, but this did not mean that Feng Qing could just sit back and relax.

After all, given the reputations of these sect leaders, if they confirmed that the shopkeeper of the Wuming Inn was a bad guy, Feng Qing would be in big trouble. It

was only natural that the shopkeeper could not beat the head these days. Feng Qing was not someone who did not understand this common sense, so she was going to change her tactics.

Thinking of this, Feng Qing silently pulled out another newspaper from the side.

Feng Qing found out that the most widely circulated tabloid in the martial arts world can print about 10,000 copies at a time, which is already the most popular newspaper in the martial arts world. She lamented the desolation of the real economy in ancient and modern times, and the low literacy rate of ancient people.

The most widely circulated tabloid often publishes some gossip, which is the most popular topic for the people.

In sharp contrast to this is the one Feng Qing is holding in her hand now.

Compared with the newspapers written by cyberpunk humans, this newspaper seems a bit bland even compared with some newspapers in ancient times.

After all, what is written here are all kinds of major events that happened in the martial arts world.

Which predecessor passed away, which sect got married.

Even a plot like the three heroes going out with their three men, they can write it as plain as boiled water.

So the newspaper in Feng Qing's hand is a newspaper that not many people in the world will read.

After all, people in this world don't like to read such concise but boring words, even though every word in it is closely related to the lives of people in the world.

Probably because the content is too boring, its circulation is too low, but for some reasons, it still exists.

If Feng Qing hadn't specially commissioned someone to find this newspaper, she probably wouldn't be able to find where it is sold, because there are too few bookstores willing to sell it.

However, it belongs to a very special place.

Feng Qing glanced at the name on the newspaper calmly.

"Five Mountains and Rivers"

...

Chu Changzui returned to his room with a very stiff expression. Seeing him like this, the waiters were curious and asked him what happened.

"No, nothing." Chu Changzui shook his head in panic, and then fled under the gaze of a group of people.

"There is definitely something wrong, and it is definitely hidden from us." The waiters of the inn looked at each other and thought of the same thing.

But although they had a lot of imagination, they could not imagine how shocking and vulgar words Chu Changzui had seen in that newspaper just now.

But the shopkeeper didn't seem to care about this at all.

In addition to the shocking and vulgar words, Chu Changzui also felt a strong sense of disharmony from the newspaper.

What is going on?

This sense of disharmony is like a duck with chicken feet. It is hard to explain and it is hard to figure out what this disharmony is.

But it is really heart-wrenching.

While Chu Changzui was thinking wildly, Feng Qing had already taken a stack of newspapers to the bookstore in the town.

The next day, Feng Qing's newspaper was published in the world for the first time.

"It seems that the circulation is not bad." Feng Qing said softly in his heart while looking around.

Although newspapers in ancient times generally had professional workshops with high production, they probably couldn't compare with Feng Qing's printer, which he had just bought, even if they were running at full speed.

The printer only worked for two hours and printed out a thousand copies of the newspaper.

Feng Qing took them to various places in the world and commissioned some bookstores to sell them.

Thanks to the unparalleled network of the Beggars' Gang, it was easy for them to do this.

And then... this newspaper became a huge hit due to its excellent quality.

When the cyberpunk people's whining, gossip, and wild imaginations were flying all over the sky, everyone who saw the newspaper was shocked.

They were like the stars in the ancient society who saw a lighter from the modern world. This little spark ignited the first flame in their lives.

"Ah, the newspaper sales seem to be pretty good, and this business is more profitable than I thought. It seems that it is quite easy to recover the cost now." Feng Qing said with emotion.

The cost she mentioned, in addition to the ink brought by the inn, is the royalties paid to her friend.

With her friend's level, Feng Qing felt that giving her half a pancake for every thousand words was already a bargain for her...

- However, in this situation, some strange things happened.

Just when Feng Qing was sighing about how easy it was to recover the cost, none of the employees of the inn heard about this.

Even Chu Changzui, who had been paying attention to this matter, didn't know.

"Something is wrong." Chu Changzui muttered to himself while lying on the table.

"According to the shopkeeper's speed, those newspapers should have been published, but why haven't I heard any news recently? Has the shopkeeper finally given up her terrible idea?"

Chu Changzui has been watching Feng Qing's every move in fear recently.

Every night when he goes to sleep these days, the content of the newspaper occasionally flashes through his mind, and he gets scared and jumps out of bed, then stares at the sky outside for a long time and can't come back to his senses, so that he has been observing the stars every night these days, forgetting to eat and sleep.

The content in it can't be said to be scary, it can only be said that it makes people sigh, "Where am I? Who am I? Why do I live in this world?"

Chu Changzui began to doubt the mental health of his own shopkeeper.

After all, if such a thing were to be released to the martial arts world, it would surely cause a huge uproar.

He no longer cared whether the shopkeeper wanted to build his own intelligence network and engage in an intelligence war with the other party. He had very low requirements now.

Could it be that the various pressures recently had driven the shopkeeper a little crazy?

Was it a matter of a moment? Or was it the matter of the Five Mountains Alliance Leader?

And where was that inexplicable sense of discord?

On this day, Chu Changzui was still walking back puzzled, eating the snacks that the shopkeeper Feng had bought for him. When he opened a bag of crispy snacks sold by a snack shop called "Little Raccoon", he was suddenly slightly stunned, then took the small bag and went to find the shopkeeper.

"Shopkeeper, shopkeeper, look." Chu Changzui held the bag high, "Is there something wrong with the words on this bag? Look, other bags are printed with raccoons, but this one is printed with Xiaohuan Neng." Feng Qing

looked down, hey, it really is Xiaohuan Neng.

No way, the snacks on Pinxixi are not good.

Feng Qing calmly picked up the bag and prepared to popularize the various business operations in the cyberpunk human era to Xiaobai.

"This thing is called Shanzhai, do you understand?" Feng Qing said.

"Shanzhai?" The image of a mountain king silently emerged in Chu Changzui's mind.

"It's not a village, nor are they bandits. A mountain village, right? It's counterfeit goods. You have to be careful when you go out in the world these days. If you are not careful, you will encounter such counterfeit goods. Tsk, tsk, tsk, their conscience is really black." Feng Qing shook her head and showed a very disgusted expression.

After her explanation, Chu Changzui vaguely understood something.

"Then why do they make such counterfeit goods?"

"Of course, it's to sell them under the original brand, so that they can sell at a higher price and sell better. This is a very cunning method."

When Feng Qing mentioned this, she was particularly indignant. Chu Changzui next to her inexplicably felt that the figure of the shopkeeper seemed to be a little taller, and the whole person was shining with the light of justice.

"Xiaobai, you must manage your business well in the future, and never do such opportunistic things." Feng Qing lowered his head and said to Chu Changzui earnestly.

"Oh."

Chu Changzui nodded obediently.

...Wait?

After Feng Qing left, Chu Changzui suddenly ran out like a fly, came to a bookstore on the street, flipped for a long time, and finally saw a familiar newspaper in the corner.

The typesetting, layout, and pages are all exactly the same.

But the line of the newspaper title at the top is inexplicably strange.

"Six Yue Jianghu"