Chapter 395 If there is no newspaper, how can I relieve myself?

However, although he told other newspaper bosses that he must fight to the end, he still kept a lot of thoughts in mind.

Although the content direction is roughly the same, the wording of the newspapers that come out of my newspaper office is not like that of other shopkeepers who specifically found some rotten people. The wording is so unsightly.

Trying to distort the facts instead of making up random things is what Shopkeeper Zhao thinks is the only way out. The two-day deadline for the official ultimatum is coming today.

Standing at the door of his newspaper office, shopkeeper Zhao was beating a drum in his heart.

Today in Beijing, there was a rare spring rain.

Although the rain was not heavy, it gradually cooled down shopkeeper Zhao's heart. As the saying goes, if the wind halves, the rain will stop.

Most newspapers are sold in the streets and alleys. It's raining now, so I guess there won't be many people willing to come out today. I'm afraid not many newspapers will be delivered today.

It doesn't matter if you can't give it away, the losses have been really huge in the past few days. Shopkeeper Zhao is just like other shopkeepers, thinking about investing more now so that he can use this opportunity to continue to make a fortune in the future.

But nowadays, paper and ink labor is required, and money is needed everywhere. The civilian steam engine that was finally obtained is quite arrogant when it comes to burning coal. Coal is a specialty material in the Ming Dynasty. The cost alone makes shopkeeper Zhao feel distressed.

Endless.

Not many newsboys came today, these little guys are very clever.

Shao Tingcai said immediately.

Shopkeeper Zhao didn't dare to chase anyone. He just yelled at the top of his lungs: "Quick! Come quickly, close the door, close the business, we won't work today!"

But just as the clerk was giving today's newspapers to the few newsboys, suddenly a large number of government officials poured out from the alley opposite the newspaper office and from both ends of the street at the entrance.

Delivering newspapers is a good job. Most people will not refuse free things. After all, even if you take this newspaper home to wipe your butt, it is much better than bamboo strips and rags. After all, this thing costs nothing.

As soon as the yamen officer finished speaking, Shopkeeper Zhao's legs began to tremble.

Shopkeeper Zhao heard someone say behind him: "Shopkeeper Zhao, it's such a nice weather and you don't welcome customers outside to do business, why do you turn around and walk towards the backyard when you see us? Is there something wrong in your heart?"

Of course, the southern Fujian accent is now the authentic pronunciation of the Ming Dynasty. After all, the current emperor also has a southern Fujian accent.

Then there is no need to use any other means to help you cooperate obediently.

They all saw it, and the unmistakable smell of closing the door was probably too strong. They heard a waiter standing next to shopkeeper Zhao and saying repeatedly: "Shopkeeper, I think we should run away quickly! We can't move the newspaper office.

Let’s go, it will probably be troublesome to stay here!”

This accent was obviously from southern Fujian. For a moment, his slightly motorcycle accent and funny words caused the whole room to burst into laughter.

The guys are not too stupid, this shows that the government is coming to arrest him.

Even if it’s just a wall? Isn’t it still useful?

Shopkeeper Zhao is also very smart. He arranges tasks on several roads with dense traffic every day and keeps an eye on them to deliver newspapers.

Once it rains, many people are reluctant to work. After all, if the newspaper gets wet accidentally, most customers will not want to ask for it again.

Just like carrying a chicken, I caught Yingtianfu Yamen from the newspaper office.

"Boy, I'll give you a silver dollar today. If you can't deliver these five hundred newspapers, I won't forgive you!"

Shao Tingcai was sitting in the upper seat of the government office. The shopkeepers were escorted into the lobby one after another. The government officials pushed him to the ground and knelt down.

And when many people saw the headlines on the front page of today's "Huang Ming Daily" about the imperial court's plan to crack down on these newspapers that dare to fabricate and distort events and continue to dance on the edge of the law in order to make money.

I saw him walking quickly, thinking about running towards the backyard of the newspaper office, but just a second before he was about to step towards the backyard, Shopkeeper Zhao felt that someone was grabbing him tightly on the back of his neck.

The clothes were held in someone's hand. Shopkeeper Zhao didn't know that the government servant was probably standing behind him.

Not only that, everyone present cannot escape this disaster, but the treatment is slightly better than that of shopkeeper Zhao, as long as they are willing to cooperate and follow the government officials.

"Do you guys know your guilt?"

The pattering autumn rain gradually receded, and people took to the streets and found that there seemed to be a lot of newsboys missing on the streets today.

When the clouds covering the capital city dispersed slightly in the sky.

The scenes that kept emerging surprised everyone. They originally thought that the public opinion might really be stirred up by these newspapers.

The newsboy chuckled: "Shopkeeper, just take a look at it!"

If you give the newspaper to someone who is well-dressed or looks like a scholar at first glance, then that's not bad.

Not only shopkeeper Zhao, but almost all the shopkeepers of private newspapers in the capital were all taken down by people sent by Shao Tingcai.

Just like that, Shopkeeper Zhao was picked up by the Yamen servants of Yingtian Mansion.

I just heard him say quickly: "Where is it? I don't know what the officials are here to visit today. It's just that I had a bad stomach this morning and I want to go to the latrine!"

When the shopkeeper who was being escorted heard this, his heart suddenly turned to despair.

Who knows, in the eyes of the people, this is just a farce.

"Go to the latrine? But we heard that the back door that your shopkeeper Zhao left for the courtyard is in the latrine. I'm afraid it's not that simple. Come on, follow us to the latrine of Yingtianfu Yamen."

Shopkeeper Zhao kept comforting himself, but his steps became faster and faster.

These government officials have been holding back their anger for a long time!

Shopkeeper Zhao immediately let go of his hand like a frightened bird.

If you give newspapers to people who, at first glance, are either hawkers or hard laborers, your money will be deducted the next day.

"Yes, let's go. These government officials may not dare to arrest people. The most they do is scare, scare, scare."

He even wanted to take back the silver dollar he had just given out, but who knew that the newsboy realized something was wrong and ran away quickly.

Many people applauded, and some even said loudly on the street: "Those damn newspapers should have been cracked down long ago. When I used this thing to relieve myself, there was an iron wire in the paper, which made me bleed."

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Suddenly a bald old man rushed onto the street, and he shouted loudly: "Beibei, why is no one here to deliver newspapers today? What should I do to relieve myself at night? I'm used to it!"

On the side, shopkeeper Li straightened his neck and said in a high voice: "Sir, we don't know anything. You don't need to ask. If you have the ability, just chop me with a knife!"

"Okay, I will help you!" Shao Tingcai hadn't finished speaking.

The people around Shopkeeper Li immediately covered his mouth and began to cry: "Sir, sir, let us explain, please don't use the knife!"

"Yes, Lao Huang wants to die, but we still want to live. Sir, please spare us!"
Chapter completed!