Hold a lamp at night, the candlelight is dim!
Yue Guanchao came to Song Siyuan's study alone. As soon as she saw him coming alone, she knew that what she was about to say was not suitable for many people to hear, so she closed the door behind her.
"Hey...you trust me so much, even if you close the door, you are not afraid of me molesting you."
Yue Guanchao's innocent eyes widened with a wicked smile on his face.
"Only you?"
Song Siyuan shook her head and put her hands behind her back:
"You know why Song's house is so big and only guarded by a few servants and Uncle Song. The really powerful ones always hide in the dark."
She stood up and stepped forward, looking up at Yue Guanchao's face:
"Your kung fu is pretty good, but no matter how high your kung fu is, you're still afraid of a kitchen knife. What's more, I have a foreign gun here that's more powerful than a kitchen knife."
"As long as you dare to make a move, I will howl, and your strong body may become a sieve immediately."
After saying that, Song Siyuan turned around and sat behind the desk and knocked on the table: "Okay, don't fight with me here, haha, just say something quickly."
Yue Guanchao rolled forward and jumped into the chair:
"After Erpao woke up, he said that the temple fair where he had an accident was owned by an old guy like Zheng Shenfeng!"
"I have been wondering in my heart, who discovered my second uncle's identity. They made such a big deal, and it should be more than just letting me take back the golden sacrificial weapon."
After listening carefully to Yue Guanchao's words, Song Siyuan immediately understood how difficult the current situation was:
"You're saying that this matter isn't over yet and they still have plans?"
Yue Guanchao frowned and sighed:
"Yeah, and you can tell from your news cover that there is something fishy. The people behind the scenes are very capable, and they can even control the newspaper industry."
Song Siyuan pinched her chin and her eyes gradually deepened:
"But, we are in the dark and cannot defend ourselves. We don't even know when they will launch cold arrows, and there is no way to deal with them."
Yue Guanchao knocked on the table and his eyes became mysterious:
"Then, we need to force this group of people to come to the front, and we can't let them always be disgusting behind the scenes."
"What can you do?"
Song Siyuan saw his eyes twinkling, and she already had an idea.
"You said, if this bug can control the newspaper industry, can he also control the business community?"
Song Siyuan was reminded like this, and her mind exploded with excitement. She stood up and her face turned red with excitement:
"Yes, why didn't I think of that? I am so smart that I have been fooled by my cleverness. I have been doing journalism for a long time, and when I think of spreading the news, I want to write articles in newspapers. In fact, ancient people did not need newspapers to spread news. Articles cannot be spread far by just a few sour literati, and it has to be the common people who add fuel to the fire."
“It relies on word of mouth.”
The two people's eyes were excited and they almost came to blows. He felt a little embarrassed and looked slightly serious:
"There are all kinds of people in the world, all kinds of people, who are doing slutty things to make a living, no matter whether there are rumors or news, it's all about this~"
He gave a thumbs up, his meaning couldn't be clearer.
"I understand what you mean, but I don't know these people. Seeing that you can think of this, you should know these people, right?"
Seeing the hope in Song Siyuan's eyes, Yue Guanchao pretended to be mysterious and nodded:
"I'm willing to help. I remember that my second uncle and I came to Fengtian to deliver leather goods. The place we rested was a teahouse. Why don't we try our luck tomorrow? Maybe someone will accept our story!"
Song Siyuan nodded. She also agreed with Yue Guanchao's method:
"It's possible if you have the means, but everyone wants to take advantage of what's ready-made. I have to take advantage of tonight to change Tang Dianrong's deeds into storytellers. When I send them over, maybe people will save time and be willing to perform a show right away. .”
Seeing that she had made up her mind, Yue Guanchao looked at her seriously, pressing his hands on the table with a burning gaze:
"Miss Song, you should also know the consequences of what your Uncle Yi said. Although these people may not be able to control the people in the market, they may not be able to retaliate against us?"
"Are you sure you want to take this step? If you are afraid, don't show off."
After Song Siyuan lowered her head and thought for a moment, her eyes became firmer:
"Are you afraid it will be useful? Like you said, they don't know what they are plotting. We must lead the snake out of its hole."
"But you? Your brother is already well, are you still willing to take risks?"
"Don't be afraid!"
Yue Guanchao said categorically that whoever helped him would be hurt by others.
"Then where are we going to find these people?"
Yue Guanchao pointed to the map of Fengtian City in Song Siyuan's study, and his finger stopped at the block called the Bagua Elephant!
Song Siyuan murmured to herself: "Nanshi, Huaxingchang, Bagua Street!"
"It seems that we want to go together again."
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