Ming Dynasty: I risked my life to teach the prince, the emperor begged me not to die

Chapter 127 Jealousy Makes People Red
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's hands were shaking, his eyes were red with excitement, and he murmured, "Oh my God!"

“Why did you sell so many?”

That's more than seventy taels of silver. How many newspapers did you sell that day? More than seventy thousand!

I guess the movable type printing press is smoking from printing?

No matter how much the cost is, it is nothing compared to these seventy taels of silver, right?

To be honest, Zhu Houzhao really didn't think highly of the newspaper industry at the beginning. He deduced from Chen Ce's few words that it was just a trivial little business.

But when more than seventy taels of silver were placed in front of him every day, he was completely dumbfounded.

Seventy taels a day, what about a month? More than two thousand taels? What about a year? More than twenty thousand taels!
He only invested 500 taels of silver! He hasn't made back his investment in a month?

Chen Ce glanced sideways and saw Wang Defa and Zhu Houzhao staring at the account book with foolish smiles, so he had to pour a basin of cold water on them.

"It's normal to have a high point on the first day. It's a new thing and people haven't come into contact with it before. Many people are curious about it, but this doesn't mean that the subsequent income will be so high."

“It will stabilize in a range, but it won’t stay this high all the time.”

Zhu Houzhao and Wang Defa didn't listen. Even if the income was stable, they could still make twenty or thirty taels a day. They would definitely make money, and a lot of money!
Now I have a constant source of pocket money.

Humph! I don't have to look at my father's face anymore!
I will pay back the money I owe to my mother this month, and even more, in front of my father!
Tonight is the first night of the Lantern Festival. Although it is noisy outside, Chen Ce's courtyard is exceptionally quiet.

Zhu Houzhao helped Chen Ce review tomorrow's news articles. Many of the articles that Zhu Houzhao thought were very attractive were not used by Chen Ce.

For example, an article that deeply analyzes Wang Yue’s death.

Zhu Houzhao asked Chen Ce in confusion, "This topic is so important, why don't you use it?"

Chen Ce patiently explained to Zhu Houzhao: "It's a big topic and attractive, but it's too sensitive. Our newspaper has just developed. If we criticize the government and satirize the government, how far do you think the newspaper can go?"

Zhu Houzhao was dissatisfied and said, "I am here! They dare not."

There is nothing I dare not do. Even if you are the Son of Heaven, it is useless for the time being. If this is sent out, it will really touch the core interests of the other party. It is not appropriate for the time being.

Chen Ce gave Zhu Houzhao a brief explanation. Zhu Houzhao was a little sullen. He also knew that he could not offend the civil officials now. It could be seen that after experiencing what happened with Wang Yue, the crown prince had grown up a little and realized that the civil officials were not easy to mess with.

"What about this one? Look, it's so interesting. A scholar from the capital committed adultery with his daughter-in-law."

Chen Ce: “…”

He wondered why Zhu Houzhao always liked to watch these things?
"We are in the news business. Gossip can be analyzed rationally. There must be evidence. If there is no evidence or any supporting evidence, and you slander others without any basis, then the news is distorted."

"Since it is news, it must be authentic, not made up to attract attention."

This is true, Zhu Houzhao nodded in agreement.

It was getting a little later. Chen Ce decided to hand over tomorrow's manuscript to Wang Defa, looked at the bustling night market outside, and said to Zhu Houzhao, "Let's go. We can go out for a walk."

Zhu Houzhao had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Today was the Lantern Festival and it was so lively outside. It was really boring to stay at home, so he went out of the palace just to have fun.

Chen Ce took out some fireworks from inside the house and handed them to Zhu Houzhao, saying, "I bought these outside before the New Year and have always wanted to give them to you, but I haven't found the opportunity. Let's go out and set them off later."

Zhu Houzhao was touched, hugged Chen Ce and said, "Good brother!"

"I didn't expect you to still be on my side."

Chen Ce pushed him away and said, "Brother, my last name is Chen, not Li. Don't make a mistake. I am not the Miss Li you have been thinking about day and night."

Zhu Houzhao: "..."

He said angrily: "You, you, you, didn't you say you wouldn't mention this?" Zhu Houzhao covered his face and ran out in shame. Now he couldn't bear to hear anything about the author of "Rebirth of the Goddess"!
Chen Ce smiled slightly. It was a bit cold tonight, the spring chill was chilly, so he went in and found a cloak to put on.

It was the black tiger-skin cloak that Li Zhen and Wei Wenli had given him.

After coming out again, Zhu Houzhao and Liu Jin looked at Chen Ce in a daze.

When I usually see Chen Ce, he always dresses so simply, without showing off anything. But with this precious tiger-skin cloak on, he looks so noble, and even Chen Ce's temperament seems to be sublimated. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a rich young man going out to play.

It’s a pity that there are fewer evil slaves around.

He was so handsome. Zhu Houzhao looked at him silently and asked Liu Jin, "Where is my cloak?"

Liu Jin: "...No, I didn't bring it."

"Useless thing!" Zhu Houzhao glared at him viciously.

……

Chengqingfang Street was bustling with traffic, the lights were as bright as day, and there were dazzling lanterns of various colors that Chen Ce had never seen before.

On the streets, young men and young ladies holding folding fans walked together. The men were well-educated and well-mannered, while the ladies were charming and graceful.

Yin Ping'er was accompanied by two maids and three wealthy young men. Although they were not scholars or juren, they were all descendants of well-off families.

Yang Yuzhen has been pursuing Yin Ping'er, but he knows that Yin Ping'er wants to marry a scholar, so he has been preparing for the exam in the past two years, intending to propose to Yin Ping'er after he passes the exam.

"Ping'er, I just bought some iced watermelon juice. Try it and see if it tastes good."

Yin Ping'er smiled and said, "Thank you, Brother Yang."

Every frown and smile made Yang Yuzhen's heart tremble slightly.

A group of people walked together on Chengqingfang Street, enjoying the lively crowd, the acrobatic fire ring performance, holding lanterns in their hands, and feeling happy.

Chen Ce stood quietly in the lively crowd, looking at Zhu Houzhao who was sticking his butt out and setting off fireworks with a peaceful smile as if he were his own child.

Every time the mole ran around, Zhu Houzhao was extremely happy.

The young ladies passing by would always glance at Chen Ce unconsciously, and then leave in embarrassment.

Yin Ping'er also saw Chen Ce standing alone in the crowd. Seeing that there was no one else around him, she quickly trotted over and even forgot about her companions.

"Mr. Chen, are you out playing by yourself?"

Chen Ce looked at the woman in front of him in confusion. It seemed that he had been thinking for a long time before he remembered her. He smiled politely and said, "There is another friend who is playing with fireworks over there."

Chen Ce pointed at Zhu Houzhao.

It’s a boy, that’s good, Yinping’er smiled shyly.

Yang Yuzhen, who was not far away, looked unhappy and sour.

A companion next to him said, "Brother Yang, there is nothing to be jealous of. In my opinion, the other party is just a poor scholar at best."

Another companion said, "Yes, poor scholar, did you see the cloak he is wearing? If I am not mistaken, it is a complete tiger skin."

"It should be enough for your father to do business for a year, um, two years. Maybe he can buy one after two years of business, but it's not certain. This kind of thing is in short supply."

(End of this chapter)