"Mental attack? There is such a martial art?" Li Yuanzhao was shocked.
Fang Zhengyi put on a mysterious look.
"That's right! It's a mental attack. My first martial art is called the Female Fist! Once this fist is used, all the heroes will be defeated."
"This boxing technique is extremely powerful when first learned. If you can imitate it like a parrot, you can compete with other heroes. Once you have mastered it, you can use it freely and dominate the world."
“If you practice more, you can also not be attached to things, and grass, wood, bamboo and stone can all become fists. In the end, when you reach the state where no fists are better than fists, what you say can make people feel ashamed.”
"But this method is only useful for men, and it's easy for the other party to get angry and beat you to death, so it can only be used in conjunction with Zhang Biao."
Li Yuanzhao opened his mouth and said hesitantly: "Then what realm have you reached?"
"Parrots..."
"Uh....what about the second one?"
Fang Zheng stood up and relaxed his shoulders: "The second one is more serious! It's called moral kidnapping!"
"This is my favorite skill. It is effective regardless of gender, age or status! If we want to collect grain from the ministers, we must use moral kidnapping."
"This is a high-level version of the stone carving to record merits."
"So, how do we kidnap them?"
Li Yuanzhao sat on a chair and listened with great interest, just like a primary school student.
Kidnapping is interesting, and that female fist sounds like bullshit...and mental harm, that's really bullshit!
"Newspaper, and this matter must be handled by your Highness!"
Fang Zheng didn't want to spend money on this thing. For Taoyuan County, the cost of papermaking is lower than that of the outside world.
But Emperor Jing didn't know that he had always regarded Fang Zheng as an extravagant person.
Fang Zhengyi has always wanted to wait until the right opportunity comes before introducing this low-cost papermaking method.
Now we are making enemies every day. If something happens in the future, we may be attacked by everyone again at any time.
If there is really something that cannot be handled, the little assets I have are like a shield. If I use one side, I have one less side.
The printing of newspapers is quite convenient. Jingguo has had movable type printing for a long time, so there is no problem in printing a large number of newspapers in a timely manner.
Secondly, there is actually no need for too many copies. There are only a few scholars in the city, and the circle is small. Everyone can pass them around to each other. In this way, perhaps a few thousand copies can meet the needs of the entire capital.
Fang Zhengyi was worried that once the newspaper was published, it would have a huge impact. If the matter got out of hand, it would most likely be nationalized or banned.
You can't just stop halfway through doing something, otherwise all your efforts will be wasted.
It would be somewhat safer to borrow the prince's hand-made newspaper.
Li Yuanzhao was confused and asked, "What is a newspaper?"
Fang Zhengyi explained: "Newspapers are like official gazettes, but they record the big and small things that happen every day."
"And in order to ensure the effectiveness of the newspaper we have to publish a daily edition, one edition every day."
Li Yuanzhao still didn't understand: "But what's the point of doing this? There are only so many scholars in the capital, and it won't take long for the world's big and small events to spread."
"And a new edition is published every day, how can there be so much to write about?"
Fang Zhengyi continued, "Of course it is meaningful, and there is a lot to write about. Your Highness, you must remember that people are actually not interested in serious matters."
"What everyone likes to see most is messy things. For example, if I ask you, do you want to know how much money His Majesty has in his treasury?"
Li Yuanzhao's eyes lit up: "I want to! Do you know?"
Fang Zheng waved his hand and said, "I don't know either. Look, this is it. Although no one is as rich as Your Majesty, everyone is very interested in how much money Your Majesty has."
"From this, it can be deduced that...how much money does Lord Li have? How much money does Lord Zheng have? Who wouldn't be curious about these questions!"
"A chicken has grown six wings, and a sow has given birth to a human cub. Your Highness, are you curious?"
"curious!"
"Do you want to see it?"
“I want to see it!”
Fang Zhengyi nodded in satisfaction: "That's right! This is one of the charms of newspapers. In addition to conveying information, it also satisfies people's curiosity."
"We can first hire a group of educated people to roam the streets and alleys, collect news, and then write it in newspapers and publish it every day."
"In addition to news, we can also ask scholars to contribute and publish some beautiful poems."
"Think further ahead? Your Highness, what else can he do?"
There was a gleam of greed in Fang Zhengyi's eyes.
Li Yuanzhao answered without hesitation: "You can also advertise and collect money from merchants!"
"Oh! That's a great idea! We can even charge for interviews. Let those talented but unsuccessful students have a chance to become famous!"
"We're going to make a fortune at this rate!"
Fang Zheng paced in the yard at first, imagining how to maximize the profits of the newspaper in the future.
Li Yuanzhao asked again: "Yes, what you said is very good, and I understand it, but how can we use moral kidnapping to make the officials donate grain?"
Fang Zhengyi calmed down and said, "Don't worry, Your Highness. I will explain it to you slowly."
"Newspapers must ensure that the information they provide is true and effective in order to have sufficient influence."
"So we must ensure its authenticity. Beijing is so small. If it is fake and someone investigates it, the influence of the newspaper will be greatly reduced."
“Therefore, a special news team should be set up to double-check the incident and ensure it is correct before publishing it.”
"For the poems to be published, a special judging team will be formed to rate them. The ones that make it to the top must be the best of the best."
"In this way, it won't take long for our reputation to be established."
"Now we can start to rank the grain reserves of the major officials in the court. We need to clearly record and rank each family's grain reserves."
"Then we'll use newspapers to force donations!"
"The amount of each family's donation must be publicized through newspapers!"
"If there are those who don't donate, we will praise them openly or criticize them secretly, and write articles to satirize them!"
"We can get some newspaper readers on the streets, and have them stand there reading newspapers every day... I don't believe they dare not donate!"
Li Yuanzhao was confused and retorted: "Nonsense! How do we know how much grain each family has? They won't tell us!"
Fang Zhengyi said coldly, "That's it. Once the newspaper's influence spreads, we can say whatever we want!"
"This is called yellow mud falling off the crotch. It's shit if not shit!"
"A bunch of shameless old people, who keep saying that they are doing it for the people of the world, but now suppressing food prices will definitely make the problem more serious."
"If I don't take their pants off, I won't be named Fang!"
Fang Zheng paused for a moment, still feeling a little conflicted.
If I really did it, I would be making enemies with all the officials in the court...and my future would be even more difficult.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally spoke: "This move will risk the wrath of the world. Whether to do it or not is up to Your Highness!"
Li Yuanzhao's eyes sparkled with excitement: "Do it! I am the crown prince, there is nothing in the world that I dare not do!"
"Mr. Fang, should we give this newspaper a name?"
"I have already thought of it. Let's call it Bibixi Daily."
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