Liang Yusheng and Wen Rui were taken under Fang Hao's command and offered an annual salary of two hundred gold coins, which surprised and shocked them both.

Writing a manuscript?

What is that? Is it still this little book?

"Master, should you continue writing this little book? Or?" Liang Yusheng couldn't help but ask, very confused.

Could it be that this young master is also good at this?

Fang Hao looked at the two of them with a faint smile.

"No, no, no, I want to take you to play something more advanced. This little book is too low-grade." Fang Hao said.

"What's the grade?" This time it was Hao Jian who asked. He felt more and more that he would not be able to keep up with the young master's thinking.

I don’t think I’ve heard this word before.

"It's just a more advanced gameplay." Fang Hao explained.

"How many people have bought this little book like yours? Follow me, and from now on, what you write can be seen by the whole Yuzhou City, and they will be bought every day!"

Hearing this, a group of people became even more confused. They really didn't know what kind of medicine the young master was selling in this gourd.

There is a market for their kind of villain books in the hands of ordinary people in slums, and even slightly affluent people will not buy such villain books.

Maybe it’s Fang Hao’s word.

Not classy!

"What is that?" Wen Rui became curious even though she was a woman.

Under the gaze of several people, Fang Hao smiled and responded with two words.

"newspaper!"

Another word they couldn't understand.

"What kind of paper is a newspaper? What is it?"

Fang Hao knew that these people would not accept it for a while, so he immediately popularized the functions of this newspaper to them.

This is what Fang Hao suddenly thought of from their little book.

It wouldn't be bad to create a newspaper. This is the legendary paper media.

Don't underestimate the power of this thing. It is a major weapon that can guide public opinion. If used well, it can be compared to thousands of troops.

Something that moves people's hearts.

Since ancient times, most of this kind of thing has been in the hands of the government, but there is none in this world. Thinking of the content that Fang Hao tried to build momentum before, Fang Hao felt that if there was a newspaper, some news could be spread more widely.

Public opinion can create greater things!

Compared with small books, newspapers are more convenient and cheaper.

It can publish daily major events in Yuzhou City, as well as some special novels and stories.

You can also publish some poems and songs.

Of course, the most important thing is to advertise!

Publicity is also a great power of newspapers.

Since he wants to publish a book, he might as well start a newspaper together. The young couple in front of him, Liang Yusheng and Wen Rui, definitely have this ability.

The catchy headline makes you look like a headline-grabbing paparazzi, which is very suitable for this kind of thing.

Coupled with Wen Rui's assistance, there is no problem.

With the financial resources of the Earl's Mansion, Fang Hao absolutely believed that it could be circulated in Yuzhou City.

After some explanation, several people finally understood it and were vaguely looking forward to it.

"Master, this little guy can do it, and I'm sure he can write the most exciting content, but the printing and dyeing manpower and equipment are not enough for this little guy," Liang Yusheng said.

"It's okay. Tell me what you need. I will prepare it for you. In addition, I can develop some paparazzi to help you find out about various major events in Yuzhou City. Give me a first draft tomorrow and I want to take a look." Fang Hao nodded directly.

Complied.

Liang Yusheng, Wen Rui and others nodded in understanding.

They know how to get information, but what does this paparazzi mean?

It's a bit like swearing, but judging from Master Fang's meaning, it doesn't seem to be a very strange word.

However, just like that, their work was confirmed. For convenience, Fang Hao directly left them a thousand gold coins as activity money. They started working today. Fang Hao told them everything that needed to be said, and the rest was

It's up to them.

After coming out of the slums, Fang Hao was in a good mood.

Once the newspaper is published, he can control the direction of public opinion in the entire Yuzhou City, which will be even more beneficial to the Earl's Mansion.

In fact, it doesn't cost much.

Moreover, once the circulation increases, merchants will definitely be attracted, and advertising fees will also come.

This is the big head!

Where the profit lies!

"Master, is this newspaper really feasible?" Hao Jian followed Fang Hao, still a little confused.

What's the use of that thing?

Fang Hao chuckled lightly and didn't explain much.

"You'll know later!"

Wandering around, Fang Hao came to a library not far from the Earl's Mansion.

In this era, piracy is still very rare, and people mainly read genuine books, unlike in previous generations where piracy was everywhere.

It’s not that no one wants to piracy, the main reason is that most of the people who buy books are wealthy people who don’t have enough money to buy genuine books, so there is no way for piracy to survive.

As soon as Fang Hao and Wu Da Hao Jiang entered, the shopkeeper saw it and hurriedly came up to him, even more surprised.

When did the prodigal think of going into a bookstore?

Isn't the brothel where he goes?

"Master Fang, you're such a rare visitor, what do you need?" the shopkeeper said, not daring to neglect him at all.

Fang Hao waved his hand, glanced at the books sold in the library, and then shook his head.

Sure enough, most of them were poems and the like, and there were very few novels. Some of them were bought by Hao Jian, which was really bad.

Fang Hao has no interest in these things at all.

With a wave of his hand, Hao Jian dug out a thick pile of drafts from his carry-on package, which were all the results of Fang Hao's night-time work.

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"This young master has written something. Come and see if you can print it out and sell it." Fang Hao said.

As soon as these words came out, the library manager was stunned and looked a little unbelievable.

"Master Fang, did you write this?"

Seeing what he meant, it was full of disbelief.

"What are you looking at, you bitch? Our young master's talents are beyond what ordinary people like you can know. Show me quickly. If you don't cooperate, I'll beat you to death!" Upon seeing this, Hao Jian scolded Fang Hao several times,

The shopkeeper's face changed with fright, and he quickly came over to take the manuscript.

My heart was filled with contempt and disdain at this moment!

Can a prodigal still be talented? Write books and sell them?

Say it without fear of making people laugh, it is too generous and generous.

The shopkeeper didn't believe it at all and wasn't optimistic about it.

But he had no choice. He couldn't afford to offend him. If he dared to talk nonsense again, he might be in bad luck. He could only read it quickly, secretly thinking that he was in bad luck.

Even if it is bad, I will probably admit it and spend some money to eliminate the disaster.

However, as soon as he took over these manuscripts, the shopkeeper couldn't help but be startled.

Hey, what is this word? Why does it look so good?

Wasn't it written with a brush?

Moreover, it actually looks like it is written quite neatly. Doesn’t it mean that the character “Prodigal Son” is very ugly?

As I continued reading, only in the first paragraph, the shopkeeper's expression gradually changed.
Chapter completed!