Chapter 1854 Showing the momentum of the strongest pirated bookseller in the Tang Dynasty
On the two-foot-high palace wall of the Garden of Nations, two figures stood.
One was wrapped in a black bear skin, and the other was tightly wrapped in a snow-white fox fur.
The wind and snow were howling, and Cheng Sanlang, wrapped in a bear skin, looked up. Although it was already winter, the construction of the palace had to be stopped due to snowfall.
But now, after almost a whole year of construction, the entire Wanguoyuan Palace has begun to take shape.
Within the area covered by the tall gray-white palace walls, the foundations of more than a dozen main buildings have been laid. The pouring will begin as soon as next spring.
Here, it naturally includes various characteristic architectural models of the global village, and even the terrain was planned by Cheng Sanlang according to the general outline of the world map.
Of course, the permanent residence of the great Chinese nation is naturally located at the center of the entire Garden of Nations.
"Although the outline of the construction has just been completed, I have already begun to look forward to the day when the garden is completed.
If it can be built as exquisitely as the drawings, and you can travel to all countries without leaving home, it will be exciting to think about it."
Cheng Chubi took a look at Li Ke, and he felt that Li Ke would definitely hope that in every scenic spot, there would be a young lady from the corresponding region to play with.
Only in this way can he stay at home. Hey, why does the adjective "stay at home" seem a bit crooked when used here?
Just when Cheng Sanlang was thinking wildly, Deng Chengxin ran over quickly from under the city wall, stood under the wall and shouted loudly.
"Third Young Master, Mr. Zheng Er from the Zheng family asked for a meeting at Zhengjiazhuang. He said he had important matters and wanted to discuss them with Third Young Master."
"What can that guy do for you?" Li Ke couldn't help but look at Cheng Sanlang curiously.
Cheng Chubi chuckled and patted Li Ke on the shoulder. "Nine times out of ten, I must be here for the "Luoyang Peony Collection" series."
After hearing this, Li Ke's eyelids jumped wildly. He had naturally appreciated the "Luoyang Peony Collection" series.
Unfortunately, they only performed the story of Luoyang Peony Pavilion on the day of the Luoyang Peony Festival. As the first author Shandong Song Yu and the second author Chang'an Pan An, they really couldn't find a far-fetched reason to read "Luoyang Peony Collection"
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"Brother Chu Bi, I'm afraid that Mr. Zheng is here with bad intentions."
"Haha, so what if he's not kind? Can I still be afraid of him?" Cheng Chubi snorted and strode towards the bottom of the city wall.
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Mr. Zheng Er is currently sitting in a teahouse that is as warm as spring. However, the warmth in his body cannot make him feel comfortable.
He was still going over and over in his mind, thinking about how he should have a good chat with Cheng Sanlang.
Cheng Sanlang, who didn't keep him waiting for long, hurried back on horseback, threw his big shou to the followers around him, and then stepped to the second floor.
And Li Ke also followed up quickly. After all, he was here, so he could join in the fun without saying anything.
"Zheng has met His Highness the King of Wu and met Taibao Xiao Cheng."
"Mr. Zheng Er, there is no need to be polite. Please take a seat. I wonder why Mr. Zheng Er is looking for Cheng?"
Looking at the smiling and calm Cheng Sanlang, Mr. Zheng felt that there was no need to go around in circles with such a vulgar martial artist, and it was the best choice to go straight to the point.
"Zheng has something to ask Xiao Cheng Taibao. Recently, books like this have appeared for sale in Luoyang City, and they were leaked from Han and Tang Dynasty trading houses."
"I wonder if Little Cheng Taibao knows about this?"
"Yes, I know about this. Is there any problem?" Cheng Sanlang looked at the second son of the Zheng family sincerely.
Mr. Zheng's eyelids were twitching wildly. He wished he could use his bastard palm to make Cheng Sanlang's blood splatter five steps away. No problem, what do you want me to do here?
Mr. Zheng Er controlled his irritable mood and forced a smile.
"Xiao Cheng Taibao, isn't this appropriate? The title of "Luoyang Peony Collection" was published by Zheng's Bookstore over the past decades. Isn't it too much for you, a Han and Tang Dynasty business firm, to do this?
Pretending to use the name of "Luoyang Peony Collection"..."
"Mr. Zheng Er, there is a problem with your words." Cheng Sanlang laughed.
"Excuse me, does Datang have a copyright protection law?"
Mr. Zheng Er looked at Cheng Sanlang with a confused look on his face, sucking in air with toothache.
"Banquan Protection Law, what is that?"
"It means that the things you, Zheng, print are protected by the laws of the imperial court. No one is allowed to print them except you."
"Does the Tang Dynasty have such regulations?"
"That's really not the case." Li Ke, who was on the side and was indeed Cheng Sanlang's good partner, interrupted in time.
Cheng Chubi immediately laughed, looked at Mr. Zheng Er, and showed the momentum of the most powerful pirate bookseller in the Tang Dynasty.
"If it doesn't exist, then why can't printing by Han and Tang Dynasty merchants work?"
"..." Mr. Zheng opened his mouth, unable to hold in his fart for a long time. This bastard actually talked to me about the law.
"Mr. Zheng Er, you see, what we, the Han and Tang Dynasty merchants, did in this way did not violate the laws of the imperial court, which means that there is no blame for what I did."
"If Mr. Zheng Er thinks there is a problem, you can go to the Yamen to file a complaint, and we, the Han and Tang Commercial Bank, will respond to the complaint."
"..." Zheng Laoer looked at the eloquent Cheng Sanlang's mouth that kept opening and closing. He suddenly felt that he had made a mistake in coming to find Cheng Sanlang.
Whether this guy is playing literary or martial arts, he is far from his opponent. After a few words, he can't even fart. This girl is so aggrieved.
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Master Zheng took heavy steps and left Zhengjiazhuang. The most failed business negotiation in his life was born.
Even Te Niang couldn't open her mouth, so she was completely blocked.
The livid Mr. Zheng got into the car. Only the small iron stove could bring a touch of warmth to his cold heart.
With gloomy eyes, he looked at the two books, his eyes wandered back and forth again, and finally landed on the author's column.
"Song Yu from Shandong...Pan An from Chang'an...here, please go quickly and check with me on the true identities of these two people with pseudonyms."
"The villain obeys your orders."
"I can't do anything about Cheng Sanlang. I don't believe I can't deal with you two bastards who dare to tinker with these things."
Mr. Zheng Er's eyes almost burst into flames, and he glared at the two pen names fiercely, as if his eyes had turned into thousands of sharp blades, intending to cut the two authors into pieces with a thousand knives.
Only then did Mr. Zheng return to his house, lying in the study, with his handsome maid beating his arms and legs, quietly healing the wounds in his heart.
At this time, the steward he sent to check on the two authors had already hurried back.
"You found it so quickly?" Mr. Zheng Er couldn't help but feel a little excited and looked forward to it.
The steward's expression was not very good, he nodded silently, and then said in a low voice.
"It is said that Shandong Song Yu is the pseudonym of Cheng Sanlang, and Chang'an Pan An is the pseudonym of His Highness King Wu."