Zhilin laughed, "Don't be too happy, let alone he is your nephew, what is our man? What's the point of being so happy about a one-year-old kid?"

Xuan Hongbo smiled and said with apologizing: "That's right, no matter how powerful the little brat is, he is just a little monkey. No matter how powerful it is, he can't get out of the palm of your Lord Zhilin's hand, right?"

Zhilin nodded with a smile, "This time I finally got anger from these days! I will find a few more people to scold with those students tomorrow, so I will lead everyone to the prefect's office to scold me, and ask the Tianjin prefect to report to the court and remove the child's qualification for the child's examination. Please read the book W ｗ∮�Ω.ΩＱingＫanＳhu．cＣ”

Xuan Hongbo smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, I'll find a few more people tomorrow, now it's a natural thing. With you behind you, will he dare not report to the court if the prefect of Tianjin? Hahaha..."

Zhilin and Xuan Hongbo became happier the more they spoke, laughing louder and louder. The two of them didn't think that winning a child was not worthy of such overjoyed things.

Tianjin Prefectural Office.

The Tianjin prefect's yamen was blocked by the students and was scolded for three consecutive days. Because of the large number of people, the yamen runners could not disperse them.

On the third day, the prefect decided to write a document to report the matter to the Zhili Yamen first.

The Tianjin magistrate has just finished writing, but there is no sound outside.

The Tianjin prefect asked the master strangely: "What's going on?"

The master was also puzzled, "Don't worry, sir, let me go and take a look first."

In a short while, the master came back, holding a newspaper in his hand. "It was this newspaper, and this newspaper was full of articles spoken for Xuan Yuemeng. When the students saw the newspaper, they went home to pick up the articles and prepared to refute them with the newspaper."

The prefect took it and nodded, "It's actually a newspaper with the word "Qing Dynasty? Do we have newspapers in the Qing Dynasty?"

The master smiled and said, "This must be the newspaper that Xuan Yuemeng is looking for people. This child is rich and powerful. It is said that there are foreigners behind him. It is better to watch quietly. Please read the Ω∮ book W÷ｗΩＷΩ．QingKanShu．cC. This Xuan Yuemeng is not an ordinary child. If the matter of running a newspaper is thought of, then this child is too terrible. There is no need to make more enemies. The officialdom is to be well-connected."

The prefect nodded and frowned again, "But Lord Zhilin has sent someone to ask about the qualifications for Xuan Yuemeng Mansion to be on the list? How can we explain?"

The master nodded. "Let's report it, but your submission is still written more tactfully. Don't talk about the troubles of the people below, just hand in a post-post and simply explain it to the Zhili Yamen. We don't express any attitude. In my opinion, we should not report it in the form of official documents first. If Lord Zhilin sends someone to investigate, we will say that it has been reported to the Zhili Governor's Office. Let's take a look at the attitude of the Zhili Governor's Office first. It's better."

The prefect smiled and handed the pen to the master, "Okay, you'll come. I think I'll be called sick again these days. It's not easy to do this Tianjin prefect."

The master smiled and took the brush from the prefect's hand, thinking about it.

High-end teahouses in Tianjin city.

After reading Huacui Evening News, Zhilin was so angry that he tore it to pieces! "Is this kid really a monster reincarnated? Why are there so many tricks of big people? No matter how many students write, they can't beat the newspaper industry! This is full of articles that speak for Xuan Yuemeng, and all scholars say they are jealous of him. If this newspaper industry is everywhere, he will immediately get the public opinion back! He also helped the little gay head and Klinsmann to make a name for themselves! This is not possible, absolutely not like this!"

Xuan Hongbo wiped his sweat and smiled apologized, "Isn't it just a monster reincarnation? I said, why didn't this little ghost move for three days, and actually made a newspaper. This move is fast enough."

Zhilin rubbed his temples, "I'm very confused now. This little devil is really a monster, so he's so excited! You said. Please read the ∮Ω book W·w ∮ﷷΩ.∫ＱingＫanＳhu．cＣWhat should we do now? Just watch them get the newspaper done? This newspaper is really powerful. Let's not talk about the matter of the trial now. After all, this little devil is a small matter. If this little devil does this, he will probably occupy the mouthpiece of the people! This is so terrible! You said, why didn't we think of getting a newspaper at first? Is this little devil's head a god descending to earth?"

Xuan Hongbo slapped his thigh, "Well, Lord Zhilin, do you have many ways? You woke me up with this sentence, and we will also run a newspaper! He can do it, why can't we do it?"

Zhilin shook his head, "You're so light, I just said it casually. The little guy has a foreign company behind him. They must have been preparing to run a newspaper. We are rushing to go abroad to buy equipment? When we buy equipment, the newspaper has already gained a foothold! Alas... one wrong step, one step can't keep up!"

Xuan Hongbo poured a cup of tea for Zhilin, "Sir, don't be anxious. There is a foreign company behind him, and there is a consulate behind us! Are you not a good friend with British Consul Witoma and French Consul Roshua?"

Zhilin nodded, "Say, continue to say it. My mind is very messy now! Just say anything."

Xuan Hongbo nodded with a smile, "Sir, did the British also run newspapers? They have been running them for a year or two! That level must be more powerful than the newly-started Huacui Evening News. Why don't we build a Chinese newspaper based on foreign newspapers? Whatever he says, we also say, we will sing against him. Can this kid Xuan Yuemeng beat foreigners? If the foreigners really make them angry, he will die! I think this matter is a business matter, so it's better not to use tough means casually."

Zhilin stood up with a laugh and patted Xuan Hongbo's shoulder, "Okay, Hongbo, I can see that you are sincere with me, don't worry, when you knock down your nephew, I will give you a fifth-grade real shortage!"

Xuan Hongbo was overjoyed and bowed to his salute: "Thank you, sir!"

The two looked at each other and laughed, sweeping away the haze just now!

On the same day, Zhilin visited British Consul Witoma, Hurd, General Taxation Division of Customs, McMafort, Xingtai Xing Foreign Company, and French Consul Luo Shuya. They gave Zhilin great help. He followed Zhilin's request and did not harm his own interests. He could also help merchants in the British and French concessions expand their financial business in China. He immediately agreed to the request to help Zhilin run a Chinese newspaper.

Zhilin even thought of his name, and it was called Huawen Morning News, which specifically faced Xuan Yuemeng's Huacui Evening News.

Another day.

American Concession Dew Garden.

Xuan Yue got up early in the morning and was in a cute mood. She sat in a high chair, held by Zhao Qingluo, and was reading a newspaper. This has become something he must do every day.

The two of them smiled and pointed, commenting on the latest news in the newspaper.

Zhao Qingluo's cultural background is good, because Zhao Qingluo's family background is also a scholarly family. Not to mention relying on the strength of a scholar, there is no problem to be a child anyway.

Zhao Qingluo pointed to a pagination bar the size of a small tofu chunk in the newspaper: "Look, are there any jokes here?"

Xuan Yuemeng laughed, "This is what I thought of. Newspapers should be more diversified and not too rigid. Advertising, short stories, and classification columns. We are more professional than newspapers in the British Concession! We are just starting out and the printing quality is worse than theirs."

Zhao Qingluo nodded, "Yes, we have to set up a paper mill as soon as possible. Foreigners' paper comes from abroad. If we are the same as foreigners, the cost is too high! We can only use local paper to support it first."

Xuan Yuemeng smiled and said, "Yes, paper is a problem, you need to find a way to improve it."

Zhao Qingluo nodded and said with a smile: "It's not difficult to start a paper mill. I know a little bit now. As long as you don't require too much materials and equipment, it's not difficult."

Xuan Yuemeng smiled and patted Zhao Qingluo's hand. How much effort has it been? Zhao Qingluo already knew how to analyze the problem by himself, which made him very pleased. His own strength could not manage such a large foreign company. He must have a strong team.

Xuan Dali came over with the Chinese Morning Post run by Zhilin in a hurry, "Young master, it's not good, something big happened. Zhilin and Xuan Hongbo and others also issued a newspaper!"

Xuan Yuemeng frowned and then smiled and said, "This is a battle with us! These people are smart enough."

Zhao Qingluo looked at the Chinese Morning Post nervously, "When is it? Do you still have the intention to joke? We run this newspaper, and we are losing money every day. Now the newspaper run by Zhilin is similar to ours. How many scholars can read newspapers in Zhili, and how many scholars can buy newspapers?"

Xuan Yuemeng calmly said: "I have roughly estimated that if a newspaper is saturated in Zhili, it will be sold at the top of 300,000 copies. This is almost impossible. The possible situation is about 250,000 copies, which is already a full plan! If the promotion is in place and there is only one newspaper, it will be a very good result if it can sell 100,000 copies per issue! Now that there is an extra newspaper, it may not be a bad thing."

Zhao Qingluo puzzled and said, "Isn't it a bad thing? It was only our family, wouldn't it be great?"

Xuan Yuemeng smiled slightly: "If only our family is, there is no comparison, there is no high or low. We just want to let everyone see which one is good."

Zhao Qingluo sighed softly, "You are always so optimistic?"

Xuan Yuemeng is not optimistic, she is just a slap in the face and pretends to be fat.

In fact, he was so scared that he was just walking a tightrope now. He had too many projects in this time. More than three million have been invested in this month's budget. He couldn't even get through the end of the month. He originally planned to rely on the media to spread the market, open up the market, and make money with products, and barely achieve balance of income and expenditure first. He didn't expect that Zhilin was so cruel and actually copied his model. Is this shameless follower?

Zhilin is likely to cut off the small tree Xuan Yuemeng in half with this move. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!