"Okay, I just have an idea, you can go down first!"
Lin Yi originally thought that this was a bit unprofessional, but then he thought about it and realized that there is much to be done.
Yan Shuangwu felt itchy inside.
I wanted to know what I was thinking, but as a minister, I didn't feel comfortable asking, so I had to retreat unbearably.
After Yan Shuangwu left, Changsun Ce knocked on the door of the study room, "Your Highness the Crown Prince!"
"Come in!"
Lin Yi heard Chang Sun Ce's voice and probably knew what was going on.
Changsun Ce was very good at magic, and he was also in charge of the financial affairs of Dayan Weekly Bureau.
So there is a high probability that there is no money...
Changsun Ce took a deep breath and entered the study.
He said nothing, handed the account book to Lin Yi, and said: "Your Highness, these are the various expenses of the first issue of Dayan Weekly..."
Lin Yi took it and looked at it roughly.
The accounts are recorded in great detail, including the addition of brooms and other items to the official office.
The expenses of Dayan Weekly this time are indeed very large.
After all, the cost of making movable type plates and type molds is very high, and a large amount of paper is purchased.
Millions of taels of silver were all thrown in.
The key is no income.
'Dayan Weekly still has to make a profit, otherwise I will have to become a crown prince who sells poems and buys articles...'
Lin also didn't want Dayan Weekly to die halfway, and making profits became the only way to go.
But this pricing must be precise.
It is necessary to ensure the intensity of communication without placing additional burden on the people.
So the price discussed at the Royal Study Room was pretty good.
Civilian household registration, ten cents per copy, limited to ten copies.
For officials, noble families and merchants to purchase household registration, it is one tael of silver.
Lin Yi saw the balance of a few cents on the last page of the account book and fell into deep thought.
"So there is no money... right?" Lin Yi looked at Changsun Ce.
"kindness!"
Changsun Ce looked embarrassed.
"Find a way alone."
Lin also understood his father's dilemma very well. It was a headache for a government office to be short of money.
What's more, the entire national treasury is short of silver and food.
Lin Yi looked at Changsun Ce, "But the second issue won't cost much money!"
"not much!"
Changsun Ce had obviously made a budget in this regard and said: "One million copies require fifty thousand taels of silver."
Lin Yi: "..."
Isn't this called much?
The capital city has a population of tens of millions, the entire Huatian Mansion has even more, and the other fifty-five mansions...
Lin Yi suddenly felt that it was really difficult to be the crown prince of Dayan.
It doesn't mean that you can do whatever you want as a prince.
"With the fifty-six prefectures of Dayan, if one prefecture prints one million copies, the ten prefectures will cost 500,000 taels."
Lin Yi did a rough calculation and found that he couldn't afford five hundred thousand taels of silver now.
All his golden tickets were donated.
"Okay, it's not a big problem!"
Lin Yi asked Changsun Ce to relax and said calmly: "Let me solve the matter of silver alone and finalize the first draft first!"
"yes!"
Changsun Ce breathed a sigh of relief and then retreated.
In the study.
Lin Yi dug out all his belongings and put them away with tears in his eyes, "I can't do anything without money. I want to make money. I really want to make big money!"
He stood up suddenly and decided to act now.
Who is the richest person in Dayan?
Undoubtedly, he is a scholar, a distinguished person, and from a wealthy family.
It's definitely not possible to be tough, he's not that kind of person.
Then shape the needs for these people.
Selling poetry and articles?
This is not a long-term solution.
After thinking about it, Lin Yi still felt that the entertainment industry could make money quickly.
Just do it!
Lin Yi walked out of the study room of Dayan Zhoubao's official residence and called Wang Han and Ma Chao.
"Your Highness, where are we going?" Wang Han followed and asked.
"Red Sleeves!"
"ah?"
Wang Han was stunned, and Ma Chao's face turned red and his body trembled slightly.
He is a serious person.
I've never been to a place like this.
"Why are you nervous? I just went over to listen to music!" Lin Yidao.
call!
Wang Han and Ma Chao were relieved, but inexplicably, they felt a little disappointed.
How is this going?
…
When Lin Yi and Wang Hanmachao went to Hongxiufang.
The imperial study room in the palace.
Yan Shuangwu also reported in detail to Emperor Lin Yunhong Prince Lin Yi's disaster relief deeds.
Including words and deeds, as well as support from people in the disaster area and civil forces.
Lin Yunhong was moved.
There is a completely different feeling between reading the Imperial Paper Memorial and hearing Yan Shuangwu's story in person.
He seemed to see the emperor riding on the horse, the people supporting him with gratitude, and the emperor dismounting to support him.
Be considerate of the people.
Humility and affection.
Caring for the common people.
"The prince has the qualifications of a saint!" Lin Yunhong couldn't help but sigh.
Yan Shuangwu was silent.
He couldn't agree more.
He could see Lin Yi's character as early as Lin Yi's ambition to break through the eighth level.
But that's it.
A dragon guard came to report and said: "Your Majesty, the Crown Prince has gone to Hongxiufang..."
Yan Shuangwu: "???"
Lin Yunhong: "..."
"I know!"
Lin Yunhong waved away the dragon guard and glanced at Yan Shuangwu, his face getting hot for no reason.
Just now he said that the prince has the qualities of a saint.
In the blink of an eye, I went to Hongxiufang.
"I told the prince that Miss Ningxiang was rescued by the queen. He just went there to listen to music. He was very tired during this period..."
Lin Yunhong explained forcefully.
"I understand!"
Yan Shuangwu said seriously, not daring to have other ideas.
Lin Yunhong was very satisfied and nodded: "Just understand."
"Your Majesty, I have one more thing, I don't know whether I should talk about it or not..." Yan Shuangwu hesitated a little.
Lin Yunhong said in a deep voice: "Say!"
"Fang Zilong, the leader of the Southern Helm of the Chivalrous Alliance, assassinated His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. I found out... that the maid Ting'er beside Concubine Hui had correspondence with Fang Zilong!"
Yan Shuangwu said calmly.
This matter is particularly taboo. If His Majesty gets angry, many people may be killed.
Especially involving His Majesty’s concubine.
The sixth prince, Lin Cong, is still studying and practicing in the Imperial College...
Buzz!
Lin Yunhong Long Yan was furious, his aura suddenly exploded, and Yan Shuangwu felt a mountain-like weight coming over him.
Breathing became difficult.
Lin Yunhong's eyes were bloodshot and he said in a deep voice: "Is it true?"
"true!"
Yan Shuangwu nodded.
"Stay back!"
Lin Yunhong's breath stabilized and he looked at Yan Shuangwu calmly.
Yan Shuangwu bowed and retreated.
As soon as he left the Imperial Study Room, he felt a terrible breath coming from behind him.
Your Majesty is furious!
…
at this time.
Renjinggong Palace.
Concubine Hui Zhou was sitting in front of the dressing table, and the palace maids were waiting on her.
The palace maid Ting'er entered the palace and whispered a few words in Concubine Hui Zhou's ear.
"What? What a waste!"
Concubine Hui Zhou's eyes watered with gloom, "How could you not seize such a good opportunity? All these years of funding have been in vain!"
"I thought I could be the emperor's help..."
Concubine Hui Zhou then asked: "Have the traces been erased?"
Ting'er said: "Fang Zilong knows how to do it!"
"kindness!"
Concubine Hui Zhou nodded.
"Your Majesty has arrived!"
At this moment, the eunuch's singing sounded outside the door.
"Your Majesty is here?"
Concubine Hui Zhou was overjoyed. She had been looking forward to it for so long, and His Majesty was finally willing to come to Renjing Palace to visit her.
"No need to dress up, lest you have to take it off again later..."
Concubine Hui Zhou stood up, a touch of red glow appeared on her beautiful face, and quickly walked out of the palace to greet her.
She planned to please His Majesty, speak more kind words for the emperor Lin Cong, and ask him to move into the palace, so that he would have more opportunities to perform.
