After Jiang Pengji finished speaking, the scene fell into suffocating silence.
Cheng Cheng had to admit a fact—
He was moved.
What Jiang Pengji said happened to step on Cheng Cheng's vital point and pinched his lifeline. Even if he was from a noble family, he couldn't refute every word she said. It was like the words of a sage Chrysostom, and the future would eventually prove that what she said was true. This is a prophecy, how can mortals refute it
Just when the audience in the live broadcast room suspected that Cheng Cheng and the two had been pressed the pause button, Cheng Cheng asked her hoarsely.
"Aren't you afraid of being crushed to pieces?"
Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "What is a broken body? Even if I am nailed to the pillar of historical shame, no one can stop what I have to do! Life is only a hundred years old, and I don't want to wait for my gray hair to come back to regret it. It is impossible to live without desires and desires, but the four characters of fame and fortune. Ordinary people pass it down to two or three generations, and even future generations will forget the names of their ancestors. But if you live in history, you will be immortal for thousands of years, no matter which one When future generations mention my name, they will all remember that there is such a person."
She had reached the peak in the past life, how could she be willing to be ordinary and unknown in this life
If you want to make trouble, make it bigger. She will not only affect the present for decades, but also make the history of hundreds of thousands of years in the future change because of her.
Unify Kyushu and ascend to the throne
This is not enough!
Cheng Cheng couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Young man, it's true that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers."
He originally thought that Liu Xi was living in Liu She's shadow, stepping in Liu She's footsteps, but now it seems that she has long reached a realm and ideological realm that is difficult for all living beings to reach. No matter how arrogant or arrogant, he is the only one who dares to use his own life to stir the tide of the times.
Jiang Pengji said calmly, "The future will prove me right. Whether it's ten years, a hundred years, or a thousand years, I can wait."
Cheng Cheng was surprised. He knew the true meaning of Jiang Pengji's words. It didn't mean that she could live so long, but that she believed that she was right, because no matter how far in the future, future generations would prove her right. … what kind of confidence is that
"Forget it!" Cheng Cheng calmed down, and with hindsight, he found that his hands were still shaking, his breathing was disordered, as if he had run for a long time, and his shirt was already wet with sweat, "This old man is old, but not so much. More energy to toss with young people."
Hearing what this meant, Cheng Cheng had not yet been persuaded by Jiang Pengji, and the audience in the live broadcast room couldn't help but let out a barrage of mourning.
The host's hot-blooded and mid-secondary remarks just now made them all feel hot, and their blood was boiling. Why was Cheng Cheng still indifferent
[Deeply scheming sheep Xixi]: Oh, the anchor's all-fun ** finally hit a wall, and everyone celebrates.
[Faithful and honest Ye Buxiu]: Tsk, young man, this is wrong. Brother bet a pack of cigarettes and be the anchor.
[Old Driver Lianmeng]: I said upstairs, can you change the ID of this series? Black can't be so cruel, can it? Heartbroken!
[Zhou Zekai]: Keep pace with the times, keep up with the trend, and never change.
[hand speed expert Yu Wenzhou]: #Gentle smile, I have changed it.
[Guo Fengxiao]: Upstairs, you should change it back to the original one. This time the ID is even darker.
Jiang Pengji doesn't understand their stalks, but looking at the chat barrage, most of them can guess that these IDs are products of natural blackness in the depths of fans.
[Anchor V]: @loyal and honest Ye Buxiu, you guessed it right.
She had just finished posting this barrage when Cheng Cheng, who was suspected of rejecting her, spoke again.
"You're not even afraid of you, a young man. What is this old man afraid of when he's half-in-the-earth?"
Except for real literati, no one else could understand the attraction of Jiang Pengji's blueprint to Cheng Cheng.
A scholar dies for a confidant.
Undoubtedly, the half-year-old boy in front of him was the "confidant" that Cheng Cheng had been pursuing for half his life.
Cheng Cheng said with a complicated expression, "I only hope that you will live up to your original aspiration and not forget the words of today."
From the humble to the supreme, the road is too long, and there are too many temptations. Cheng Cheng wonders if the future Jiang Pengji will look back on the present, will he still live up to his original aspirations? Can this young man withstand all kinds of temptations? From beginning to end, do not change the original intention
Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "Naturally."
Of course she will not change, because for Jiang Pengji, that is belief.
From meeting Cheng Cheng to successful persuasion, Jiang Pengji spent more than half an hour, and her record was still brilliant.
When Xu Ke heard the news, he couldn't help but sneered.
"The lord goes on a horse, and there is no disadvantage."
Guan Qi rolled his eyes secretly, he didn't think this was something to brag about.
Jiang Pengji lost something to Xu Ke, and said lazily, "Don't be too happy, my big accountant."
The booklet fluttered into Xu Ke's arms, and his expression was a little puzzled.
There is a newcomer in the overtime group, and he is not allowed to be happy.
With curiosity, he opened the bow on the bamboo slip and unfolded it. Xu Ke's expression almost cracked into pieces.
"Master..."
Qi Guan Rang heard Xu Ke's voice with more grief and anger, and could not help but curiously stepped forward, stretched out his head and glanced at it.
"what is this… "
He asked while looking, and soon saw the end from beginning to end, silently lighting a row of candles for Xu Ke in his heart.
"A plan." Jiang Pengji said, "I want to hire Mr. Cheng to take charge of the overall situation... Whether it is to open an academy or a library, the 'book' is the most important. I have two types of typography for the new design, one is 'movable type' ', a kind of 'engraving'. Both have their own advantages and disadvantages, 'movable type' is more convenient and flexible, and 'engraving' is exquisite and clear. As for how to choose, it will be up to Mr. Cheng's decision."
Xu Ke grimaced.
He thought that Cheng Cheng came to share the pressure on him, but in the end, he left a mountain-like heavy task for him.
Whether it is the "movable type" that Jiang Pengji mentioned before or the "engraving" that is now dictated by dictation, which is not a money-burning project
Once this aspect is involved, it will be piled on him in the end. Who makes him the "housekeeper"
Xu Ke was quite sensitive to numbers, and after a little calculation of the cost, he couldn't help but be speechless.
Seeing the pain on his face, Jiang Pengji said plainly and confidently, "I know it costs a lot of money, but this plan is the same as the post-war pension. Even if I spend all my money, I will complete it. No matter the cost or the cost. , fully support Mr. Cheng."
No one knows better than her how much economic benefits and political influence the popularization of books will bring to society, and it will even reverse the social structure and tear apart the last fig leaf of the gentry. She would still do it even if it caused a bloody storm and sacrificed thousands of lives.
The merit is in the present, and the benefit is in the future.
In her opinion, anything that can push the whole society forward is worth her efforts.
Even if she, as a pioneer, has to pay with her life, she will take it!
Xu Ke's expression turned solemn, and he responded in a loud voice, "Follow the order!"
Jiang Pengji rubbed her eyebrows. Ever since she received the news from Cheng Cheng, she has tried her best to rush back, and she has not rested yet.
"I'm going to rest for a while..."
Jiang Pengji lowered her eyes halfway, and was about to leave when the messenger came in to report.
Long distance visit.
"Cheng Yuan? Mr. Cheng's second son?"