"Let's go to Jianjiang and you can do whatever you want."
Fang Zheng chuckled: "Then I'll be relieved."
"I thought Your Majesty would be angry if I went too far this time."
Emperor Jing glanced at him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Fang Qing, you really underestimate me. I don't take it to heart that you are making trouble."
"What I hate is that you and the prince didn't discuss it with me."
"In the past two years, I, Da Jing'an, have had many births and gained weight. What you have done is just scratching their surface."
"From high-ranking officials and wealthy families to common people, they are all my subjects, and I treat them equally."
"On weekdays, everyone pretends to be high-spirited and upright, and they always wait for me to speak when something happens."
"I have been very merciful by not cutting their flesh. Fang Qing, you have done a good job. If you want to achieve great things, you should not stick to trivial matters."
"However... the imperial court has lost face this time. From now on, every edition of the newspaper published by the newspaper must be sent to the palace for review by me, and it can only be published after I have approved it with the royal pen."
"The newspaper can no longer act recklessly in the name of the Prince. From now on, it should be called Banshan Daily."
"As for the money earned by the newspaper, I don't care. You and the prince can share it."
"My emperor is wise! I will send someone to handle it later."
Fang Zheng smiled.
Sure enough, His Majesty showed no mercy when it came time to pick peaches.
The emperor would definitely not let such a thing as a newspaper be in the hands of any of his ministers.
This is also expected.
But money... His Majesty obviously didn't realize the huge profit potential hidden in newspapers!
As for changing the name of the newspaper to Emperor Jing, not to mention Fang Zhengyi, it should be changed as well. The newspaper hasn't started collecting advertising fees yet.
It would be somewhat inappropriate to charge money to sell advertisements under the guise of a prince, and there would definitely be a lot of people who would come out to oppose it.
Emperor Jing looked at Fang Zheng with eyes filled with admiration.
He can do things, make money, and speak nice words, but his popularity is so low.
good!
"One more thing. At today's court meeting, Zhang Shi wrote to me, saying that he wants all ministries in the court to open a new daily newspaper. What do you think?"
Does Zhang Shi still do this kind of thing? There’s something old about something!
Fang Zheng thought for a while and said, "This is a good thing. It can greatly enhance the influence of the imperial court."
"His Majesty and the imperial court's decrees are issued from the central government and have good intentions, but they often go astray during the execution stage."
“Such a government order reaches the people directly, which can reduce many mistakes.”
"However, I believe that newspapers should be reviewed by the cabinet, and ministries have no right to publish them directly. Only in this way can His Majesty's will not be misinterpreted and the government's decrees can be understood."
"However, it is obviously inappropriate for newspapers to be written directly by ministries. I suggest that it be more appropriate to set up another agency to select talents from the grassroots."
"It is tantamount to harming the people by talking too loudly."
Fang Zhengyi suddenly paused.
"What's more, the method of efficient papermaking is in the hands of His Majesty and the Prince. If other ministries want to publish newspapers on a large scale, it is absolutely impossible without the new papermaking method."
"Nowadays, Banshan Daily can barely break even at the price of five cents a piece."
After hearing this, Emperor Jing only replied calmly: "Well said, these are words to seek for the country."
Fang Zheng couldn't help but curse.
It seems that His Majesty was criticized in the court and came to find a sense of recognition in himself.
The emperor is not exempt from vulgarity!
Even if he doesn't say it, he will definitely do it.
But this time I brought the papermaking method here by mistake.
Emperor Jing suddenly rolled up what he had just written on the table into a roll and threw it to Fang Zheng.
"Guo Banban, get your sword!"
Guo Tianyang turned around and took out an extremely ornately decorated sword from the cabinet behind him, and then walked up to Fang Zhengyi.
"This sword was seized from the Imperial Palace of Qian State. I love it very much."
"Now I've given it to you. With my imperial edict, you can travel unimpeded to Jianjiang without any worries!"
"If you do the job well, it will be a great achievement. If you don't do it well, I won't blame you."
Fang Zhengyi silently took the sword and looked at it.
Ouch! The legendary Shang Fang sword! Kill the treacherous ministers from below, eh from above...
But when he heard that it was the sword of Qian Dynasty, Fang Zheng hesitated and said: "Your Majesty, can this sword of Qian Dynasty kill the officials of this dynasty?"
Emperor Jing glared: "What are you talking about! There is no such thing as a dynasty! They are all mine!"
"It's nothing, just go out!"
"Yes! I also want one hundred stones from Huangzhuang to be brought to Jianjiang."
Emperor Jing agreed casually without hesitation.
Then he looked at Fang Zhengyi with a half-smile and said, "What a prosperous potato? It's a sweet potato, it sounds weird and hard to pronounce."
Fang Zheng smiled awkwardly: "Your Majesty is wise!"
"Stop making these messy intestines from now on, it's so boring!"
"Then I'll take my leave."
"Wait a minute, what does Master Li have to do with you?"
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As soon as Fang Zheng returned home with a full load, he walked around the palace with his sword before slowly returning home.
This time Bo'er himself is not at a loss, he has exchanged a Shangfang sword and there is an imperial edict.
With two invincible bUffs, you can go out and wander around.
After leaving the palace gate, Fang Zheng immediately rushed to Banshanfang.
The top priority now is to arrange everything at hand.
Emperor Jing only gave himself one month to take up his post, and he only had half a month to spare. The remaining half month had to be set aside for traveling.
If there is any accident on the way, it will waste time again.
When he arrived at the Prince's Newspaper office, Li Yuanzhao sat in his seat with a gloomy expression.
As soon as Fang Zheng arrived, his eyes lit up and he immediately stood up to greet him.
Fang Zheng pulled up a chair and sat in front of him.
Li Yuanzhao wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it.
Fang Zheng said nothing and looked at the newspaper at hand, checking for typos.
After a long time, Li Yuanzhao spoke first: "Old Fang, are you really leaving?"
"If you really leave, Your Majesty will give me a sword." After speaking, Fangzheng slapped the sword on the table.
Li Yuanzhao twitched his lips when he saw it: "I begged my father for this sword for a long time, but he still didn't give it to me, and now it has fallen into your hands."
"What will I do if you leave?"
Fang Zheng sighed: "His Royal Highness now manages thousands of people and is able to stand alone. There is no difference between the presence and absence of the minister."
"There are still many things that require His Highness to be busy, and I can't get involved."
"I also want to go to Jianjiang, but I have no idea if you're not by my side!"
Many new reporters in the newspaper office poked their heads out of the cubicle.
Master Fang is leaving?
The conversation between these two people...sigh~ is interesting!
Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit solemn, Fang Zheng thought about relaxing it: "Well, I heard that there is a new play at the Mid-Levels Plaza today. Let's go to the theater tonight and let's chat while watching it."
"Then you don't care about the newspaper? You write many sections."
"Let them work overtime! But the brothers in the newspaper office are really tired recently, and they can't eat well or sleep well."
"Ruyun! Ruyun!" Fang Zheng roared twice.
An old woman ran up in a panic from the stairs.
"What are your orders, Lord Fang?"
"Starting from today, the newspaper office will add a pot of egg soup to the dine-in lunch for the brothers to replenish their health. The gravy should be thicker. Add more vegetables and less eggs. If you eat too much of that stuff, you will get angry!"
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