"What a shame, what a shame! I will definitely impeach this kid for disturbing public order tomorrow!"
After Wei Zheng returned to his house after attending the morning court, he was so angry that he slapped the table when he heard his wife talk about what happened in front of Qiqi Culture in Dongshi this morning.
Mrs. Pei glanced at Wei Zheng and said angrily: "How dare you? You don't know how many poor children this child has benefited from this move. If you impeach him, see if the poor scholars in the world will be happy!"
Wei Zheng stared in disbelief and said, "But this commotion was clearly caused by Li Zexuan's lack of careful consideration in advance. If he is not severely punished, where will the laws of the Tang Dynasty be put to him?"
Mrs. Pei was quite speechless by her husband's stubborn thoughts. After a while, she said: "Sir, you are also from a poor family. You know how much poor children are hungry for books. So why are you still feeling sorry for this child?"
When Wei Zheng heard this, he frowned and hesitated. After a long time, he still said firmly:
"Gong is merit, fault is fault. Li Zexuan's printing of books to benefit poor people is a merit, but carelessly ordering customers to fight in the store and disturbing public order is a fault! Merits deserve rewards, and faults deserve punishment. I will write a letter to plead for merit for him. But for his mistakes, I will also write a letter of impeachment!"
This old guy's stubborn temper really made Mrs. Pei so angry that she snorted angrily and turned away, leaving only one sentence:
"Hmph! If you want to impeach me, go ahead! Go sleep in the study tonight!"
"Hey! Madam, please listen to my husband and tell you the truth!"
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"Sir, that's the thing. Once the cheap books on Funny Culture come out, all the bookstores in Chang'an City are powerless to resist. We can't compete with the price!"
Chongrenfang, Changsun Wuji's residence.
The shopkeeper of Mingde Bookstore was talking bitterly to Changsun Wuji. Judging from his tone, Mingde Bookstore should be the property of Changsun's family.
Changsun Wuji's expression didn't change much, as if the book store's poor business had nothing to do with him. He took a slow sip of tea and said calmly:
"Wu Mengyang, why are you in a hurry! Stay calm when things happen!"
Although Changsun Wuji's tone was calm, Wu Mengyang trembled when he heard it, and he quickly raised his hands solemnly and said: "This is what I taught you!"
Changsun Wuji waved his hand and said:
"Sit down! Can you investigate clearly, how many books are there in this batch of Qiqi Culture? And why are their books so cheap? As far as I know, if the books are sold at this price, I am afraid that the entire city of Chang'an will not be able to sell them at this price. No book store will lose money, right? Li Zexuan dares to sell like this, is he planning to lose money and make a profit?"
It has to be said that many people in history called Changsun Wuji the old fox, and there is a certain reason for it. No matter what the situation, he can find the most critical point of the problem with the calmest thinking. This is his most important thing. Terrible place.
"Back to my lord, I've already done some research. There are fifteen kinds of books from Fantastic Culture, about three hundred of each kind. They've all been snapped up today. As for whether there will be such books in the future, I'm sorry. People don’t know. Also, their books are all printed from the Qiquge Workshop. I don’t know how much they cost, and whether they will lose money by selling them this way.”
Wu Mengyang answered seriously.
Changsun Wuji frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "Let's take a look again!"
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In the afternoon, Li Er sent someone to Li's house to deliver the decree and "criticize and educate" Li Zexuan. Others in the family were frightened by the decree, but Li Zexuan felt happy after hearing the decree.
Being confined at home may be a torture for others, but for a homebody like Li Zexuan, it is a great enjoyment! As for the three months' salary deducted by Li Er, Li Zexuan said he didn't care at all. Going to teach at the Imperial College was not his original intention. If he could live comfortably at home as a rich second generation every day, Li Zexuan was willing to give Li Er 100 million in return.
"Xuan'er, my father feels that you should not open this bookstore otherwise. The family has so much money, why should we open a bookstore and cause so much trouble for nothing? If we lose the favor, the gain will not be worth the loss. .”
When Father Li heard Li Er's order, he felt a surge of anger rushing straight to his forehead. He wanted Li Zexuan to come up with a "stick to bring out the filial son package" on the spot. However, he was frightened by the power of his wife and could only suppress his anger as much as possible and calmly exhorted.
"Dad, the establishment of Funny Culture has nothing to do with money, but it carries the beliefs and dreams of many people. The Tang Dynasty needs Funny Culture, and the children of poor families in the world also need Funny Culture. There is no way I will give up this bookstore easily. Yes. Your Majesty has no intention of punishing the child, otherwise he wouldn’t have punished him so painlessly. Besides, behind this interesting culture, Your Majesty has also given a lot of support, and children cannot be imprisoned if they want!"
If his father is opposed to his career, Li Zexuan must find a way to persuade him, otherwise it will cause disharmony in the family in the future, which will outweigh the gains and losses.
Li Jingmo was shocked when he heard his son's last words. He knew that he could no longer persuade him. He could only sigh, shake his head and leave. Now that his son is getting more and more capable, his worries are getting heavier and heavier. Sure enough, the more you gain, the more you lose!
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"I'm on vacation. I'm on vacation. I don't even know how to spend it. I bought a Nokia with my left hand and a Motorola with my right hand. Ah, bah, bah, bah, I sang the wrong song!"
Li Er gave himself a long vacation, and he had just persuaded his father. Li Zexuan was in a very happy mood. When he returned to the West Courtyard, he couldn't help but get carried away and hummed a song.
"Pfft! Master, why is your song so weird?"
Xiao Xi heard this strange singing from afar. She stepped forward and wiped Li Zexuan's face with a cold towel, and couldn't help but smile.
"Yes, yes, Master, your song is really ugly, you sing like a little hooligan!"
Xiao He also came over to join in the fun.
Li Zexuan smiled seductively and said: "Hey, since you said that this young master is a little hooligan, then Xiao He, please come over and sleep with me tonight!"
"Ah! No! The young lady is about to come. How can you think about these things, young master?"
Xiao He quickly jumped away with his chest in his arms and exclaimed.
"Haha, you little girl is so embarrassed!"
Li Zexuan took a pear and laughed. Then he said while eating: "Xiao Xi, come in and grind it for me, Master!"
Tomorrow, students in the School of Mathematical Sciences will have their weekly exams, but the test papers haven't been released yet. Although I am grounded, the students' learning progress cannot be delayed! As for the courses in the next few days, let Xu Hongzhi teach on his behalf. Anyway, with his help, Xu Hongzhi has almost completely figured out the mathematics in the first volume, and he can be lazy openly!
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Um, I did a set of written test questions and wasted a little time. Fortunately, I finished coding before twelve o'clock!
(End of chapter)