The Prodigal Son of the Empire

"That's good," Wang Kang nodded and asked again: "Is there any problem now? Can the first edition be released tomorrow?"

"The content of the other pages has been confirmed, it's just the headlines..."

Li Bi said: "Editor Lin said you should arrange this yourself."

Under Wang Kang's indoctrination, several people also quickly adapted to these related titles.

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot!" Wang Kang remembered it now, and said to Li Bi, "Remember it!"

Hearing this, Li Bi sat at the table, laid out the paper and prepared a pen, and looked at Wang Kang.

Seeing that Li Bi was ready, Wang Kang began to tell, "A shocking incident happened in Yangzhou City yesterday. Sun Buju, the landlord of Yangzhou City, came to snatch his relatives and daughters..."

What Wang Kang was talking about was what happened yesterday. Of course, it only involved Sun Yuanwai, and Li Yu hadn't mentioned it yet. This needs to be elicited step by step.

Taking this as the headline news is the beginning of Wang Kang's preparations to deal with Li Yu. In many cases, this kind of soft culture is more powerful than real swords and guns.

The power of public opinion is terrifying, which is the main reason why Wang Kang founded Fuyang Newspapers.

It is to make this an important weapon for him against the enemy.

"The general process is like this, how to polish it, you can discuss with Lin Zhou,"

Wang Kang instructed: "The style of writing must be sharp, highlighting the seriousness of the incident, understand?"

"Is this true?" Li Bijihao looked at Wang Kang and asked in amazement.

"Of course it's true," Wang Kang nodded, "If I hadn't gone there immediately, Tang Qingyi might have been taken away!"

"It's so vile, you even forcibly snatch the women!" Perhaps because she is also a woman, Li Bi seemed very indignant.

"Master Kang, don't worry, I will definitely write well and expose Sun Yuanwai's evil deeds!"

"Forget it, you still don't want to write it," Wang Kang shook his head, "Let Lin Zhou write it!"

"Why? Are you afraid that I can't write well?" Li Bi asked suspiciously.

"No, I believe you can write well, but it involves more complicated things. I remember your father worked in Sihu Ya!" Wang Kang said.

"What does this have to do with the chief writer?"

"Young Master Kang is doing it for your own good," Lin Zhou said at this time, "I know Mr. Sun, he is the brother-in-law of Mr. Li, who is a military officer."

"This man has done a lot of evil. Robbing women's women is just a trivial matter. He also bullied the people to occupy land, and caused a few lives."

"You know?" Wang Kang looked at Lin Zhou and asked in surprise.

"My father is a tenant farmer in the western suburbs, of course I know." Lin Zhou nodded.

"Then why didn't you write about him before?"

"Don't dare to write!" Lin Zhou said very directly, "I have Mr. Li taking care of the Si Bing Ya as if it belongs to his family, how dare I write."

Li Bi was even more confused by what the two said, and asked doubtfully, "But what does this have to do with me as the chief writer?"

"You really don't understand!" Lin Zhou looked at Li Bi helplessly and said, "Behind Sun Yuanwai is Master Li Yu and Li, and Master Li is in charge of Qicao joining the army. The Sihuya where your father works is in his under the jurisdiction."

"And you write these things..."

Hearing this, Li Bi understood that Wang Kang was here to protect her and did not want her to cause trouble for his father.

But after a while, she gritted her teeth and said, "I'm not afraid. I believe my father will support me. Although my father is the head of the household and yamen, he definitely did not join forces with them. Otherwise, my family would not be impoverished. Such a bad deed, I must expose it!"

Looking at Li Bi's appearance at the moment, Wang Kang smiled and said, "It's good that you already have the quality of a real journalist, but let's forget it this time, Lin Zhou will be the chief writer, and you will polish it, otherwise your father will be as good as you are." I'm not good at explaining."

Seeing Wang Kang's insistence, Li Bi could only nod resentfully.

"Since this is the case, you should hurry up. I will officially publish Fuyang Tabloid tomorrow, understand?" Wang Kang said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" The two agreed in unison.

[Author's digression]: At eight o'clock in the evening, there is another chapter, everyone pay attention

Chapter 1: Fuyang Tabloid, Hot and Selling

the next day.

The sun rises in the east to dispel the haze in the sky, the sky gradually brightens, and a new day will begin again.

The citizens of the city all opened their doors and walked out, the street stalls and hawkers also set up on the street, and the shops on both sides of the street also opened quietly...

There are more people on the street.

At this time, the sound of beating gongs resounded through the street. It was a young guy with a small gong hanging in front of him, beating as he walked.

Beside him, there was also a gray cloth bag, and a roll of off-white paper was exposed in the cloth bag.

"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, exclusively founded by Young Master Kang of the Earl's Mansion, the first issue of Fuyang Tabloid is published and sold!"

"Bang! Bang!"

Another gong sounded.

"Current affairs news, folk anecdotes... all in Fuyang tabloids, the price is not expensive, you only need five copper coins to buy a copy!"

The young guy walked around the streets, attracting people's attention wherever he went.

"Brother, stop!" An elegant scholar in a long gown stopped the young man.

"What is that Fuyang tabloid you shouted just now?" asked the scholar.

"Oh? You said this!"

The young man stopped, took out a newspaper from his cloth bag and spread it out, "This was created by our Young Master Kang, and it wrote about the major events that happened in our Yangzhou City recently..."

"You can take a look first, it doesn't matter if you don't buy it!" The young man handed it over.

"Let me take a look and see what tricks this prodigal son has come up with!" The scholar took it and browsed carefully.

This is a piece of paper about sixteen inches,

It is thicker than the usual ones, the hardness is strong, and the paper is soft and smooth. If it is not the best paper, it is definitely considered superior.

Zhang Song figured it out in an instant. He was a scholar, and he knew something about paper and pens.

His heart froze, this piece of paper alone was worth more than five copper coins, it really looked like the handwriting of a prodigal.

He looked at the paper again, and saw that it was neatly divided into four large pages and several small pages.