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Songshan Villa, East Wing.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the door to Su Shi's room slammed shut, and even had two bolts bolted from the inside.

Immediately afterwards, a piece of white paper with wildly cursive characters was slapped onto the door with a "thud" of paste; the ink was still wet, exuding a sense of resolute determination.

"I'm in seclusion to cultivate my spiritual path, and I refuse to see any visitors. Don't call me if the sky falls, but knock three times (make sure there's meat) when you bring me food."

Zeng Gong, who was passing by, looked at the note and shook his head helplessly. Su Zhe next to him covered his face, looking like he didn't know this guy.

"Brother Zigu, is my brother... having another relapse?"

"Probably." Zeng Gong sighed. "The master gave him a task: to blow that glass into the sky. Judging from the way he's doing it, he's preparing something big."

For the next two days, Su Shi's room became a "forbidden area" in the academy.

During the day, bursts of manic laughter occasionally emanated from inside: "Hahaha! Brilliant!"

This was immediately followed by the sound of tearing paper and a roar: "Nonsense! Utter nonsense! Vulgar! So vulgar!"

At night, faint sighs could be heard coming from inside, as if a wronged ghost was crying out, which frightened the night watchmen so much that they dared not approach.

The room was a complete mess.

The ground was covered with crumpled pieces of waste paper, so much so that there was nowhere to step, as if a white blizzard had just fallen.

Su Shi, with disheveled hair, unkempt clothes, and sunken eyes, was lying face down on the table, completely lacking any semblance of decorum.

The crystal-clear "Heavenly Crafted Glass Cup" is currently sitting on the windowsill. The midday sun shines through the cup, casting a dazzling halo of seven colors on the table.

nice.

It is indeed beautiful.

But the problem is... how do you blow it?

Su Shi clutched his already sparse hair and groaned in pain:

"Crystal? No, too cheap, not worthy of this price of five hundred strings of cash."

"Ice Soul? No, that won't do either. That thing melts, and it has a bad connotation."

"Saying it's a treasure from the Dragon Palace? That's so outdated. Even a three-year-old doesn't believe in the Dragon King anymore."

He threw down his pen, slid down the chair to the ground, and lay sprawled in a pile of scrap paper, staring blankly at the rafters.

"Sir, sir, you're killing me... You have to make it sound incredible, and you have to make it believable. This is harder than passing the imperial examination!"

"Thump, thump, thump."

Three rhythmic knocks came from outside the door.

Su Shi sprang up from the ground with a somersault, rushed to the door, and opened it a crack.

Zeng Gong was standing outside the door, carrying a food box.

"The food is here." Zeng Gong handed in the food box expressionlessly. "Braised pork, I specially asked the cook to add extra sugar."

Su Shi's eyes flashed with a green light, and he snatched the food box with the speed of someone abducting a bride.

"Zigu still loves me the most!"

Zeng Gong peered through the crack in the door at the scene inside, which looked like it had been ransacked, and frowned, saying, "Zizhan, what exactly are you writing? You've been holding back for two days, and all you've produced is a pile of worthless paper?"

With his mouth stuffed with braised pork, Su Shi mumbled indistinctly:

"What do you know! This is called brewing! I'm conceiving an article that will drive all of Bianjing crazy! I'm going to make those powerful and wealthy people feel like they've wasted their lives if they don't buy this cup after reading my article!"

Zeng Gong shook his head: "I think you're going crazy. Hurry up and write. The master said that if you don't hand in the manuscript by tomorrow, he'll throw you into Shen Kuo's furnace to refine elixirs."

Su Shi shivered and slammed the door shut.

On the evening of the third day.

The setting sun, like blood, streamed through the window into the room, turning the scattered scraps of paper on the floor a golden-red hue.

Su Shi sat cross-legged on the ground, with three empty wine jars lying beside him.

He was drunk.

Only when he is slightly tipsy does his talent erupt like a volcano.

He held the glass in his hand, squinting at the setting sun with drunken eyes for a long time.

In that hazy light and shadow, the cup no longer seemed like an inanimate object; it was glowing and flowing, like solidified flames or liquid gemstones.

"belch……"

Su Shi let out a burp, and a sudden flash of inspiration struck him.

"Five-colored stones... used to mend the sky..."

He suddenly stood up, almost kicking over the wine jar.

"That's it! It's the one!"

A fervent light shone in Su Shi's eyes. He grabbed a brush, dipped it in thick ink, and began to write with vigorous strokes on the spread-out Xuan paper.

"Nuwa mended the sky! She left behind a divine stone! Doesn't that make sense?"

"What crystals, what ice essences, they're all utterly weak! This is a divine artifact! It's refined from the five-colored stones used to mend the heavens!"

He wrote while laughing wildly:

"Hahaha! I'm a genius! I can even come up with this kind of nonsense... no, this kind of myth!"

Outside the door, Su Zhe, who was passing by, heard the loud laughter coming from inside. He silently covered his ears and quickened his pace.

"Mother, my eldest brother has completely gone mad."

On the morning of the fourth day.

The morning bell of Songshan Academy had just rung when a loud bang shattered the tranquility.

"It's done!!!"

The door to Su Shi's room was kicked open.

Su Shi had huge dark circles under his eyes, his hair was a mess like a bird's nest, and his beard was stained with ink, but he was in a state of extreme excitement.

He held a roll of paper with the ink still wet in his hand and rushed into the main hall like a madman.

"Sir! It's finished! A masterpiece!"

At that moment, Jiang Lin was having breakfast with Shen Kuo, Zhao Lingjun, and others. Seeing Su Shi burst in with such a dignified appearance, Zhao Lingjun was so startled that he dropped the steamed bun in his hand.

"Calm down." Jiang Lin took a sip of porridge. "Read it aloud."

Su Shi took a deep breath, cleared his throat, and assumed a posture for reciting poetry, his voice rising and falling with emotion:

"Ode to the Heavenly Craftsmanship of Glazed Tiles" - Su Shi

"In ancient times, Nuwa mended the sky, refining five-colored stones to patch the heavens. When the fire died down and the stones cooled, the remaining warmth transformed into sweet rain, falling upon the summit of Kunlun, where it condensed into crystals, named 'Heavenly Craftsmanship'..."

The very first sentence stunned everyone present.

Goodness, they've gone straight to talking about Nuwa mending the sky? That really broadens the scope!

Su Shi became more and more excited as he read, swaying his head and shaking his head:

"In terms of its texture, it is as pure as ice and as flawless as jade, untouched by the dust of the mortal world; in terms of its color, it is radiant and ever-changing."

"Place it under the sun, and it will steal the sun's brilliance; place it under the moon, and it will absorb the moon's essence. If you hold wine in it, its fragrance will travel for miles; if you hold water in it, the water will turn into sweet dew..."

"This item is no ordinary mortal, but a treasure left behind by the immortals. Those who obtain it will be blessed with good fortune and longevity; those who lose it will regret it for the rest of their lives, for it will be too late!"

It is a long and eloquent piece of writing, with gorgeous language and a magnificent style.

Especially the last sentence, "Those who obtain it will enjoy longevity," directly hits the soft spot of those wealthy people who are afraid of death.

After finishing reading, Su Shi let out a long breath and looked at everyone with a smug expression:

"How about it? Is this article compelling enough?"

The audience was silent.

Zeng Gong swallowed hard and said honestly, "Zizhan... isn't 'the aroma of wine travels ten miles when it's filled with it' a bit... exaggerated? It's just a cup, isn't it?"

"What do you know!" Su Shi retorted confidently. "That's called literary rhetoric! That's called artistic embellishment! Besides, even if the cup is that expensive, the wine will still taste better psychologically!"

Shen Kuo's eyes lit up: "So what I burned was leftover from Nuwa mending the sky? I didn't even know that myself!"

Only Jiang Lin, after listening, slowly smiled and finally couldn't help but applaud.

"good!"

Jiang Lin stood up, picked up the manuscript, his eyes full of admiration:

"This is exactly the effect we wanted! What makes top-tier copywriting? This is top-tier copywriting!"

"Blowing glass into divine stones, blowing handicrafts into celestial treasures. Zizhan, it's such a waste of your talent that you don't become a shrewd merchant... no, I mean, you don't go into business."

Su Shi chuckled and scratched his messy hair: "You flatter me, sir. It's mainly because this cup is really good that it gave me inspiration."

Jiang Lin waved his hand and said to Qian Duoduo:

"Duoduo, immediately find someone to copy one hundred copies! No, five hundred copies!"

"Tomorrow morning, I will plaster this 'Ode to the Heavenly Craftsmanship of Glazed Tiles' all over the streets and alleys of Bianjing! I want every literate person to know that we possess the 'stones Nuwa used to mend the sky'!"

"Yes!" Qian Duoduo excitedly took the manuscript.

After arranging the copy, Jiang Lin turned to look at Zhao Lingjun, who had been watching the show from the sidelines.

"Originally, the article is ready, but someone still needs to 'plant the seed' for it."

"Zhao Ling, how's it going with your 'wealthy lady friends'?"

Zhao Lingjun smiled slightly, a smile that revealed a cunning, fox-like quality:

"Don't worry, sir, everything has been arranged."

She took an exquisite invitation card from her sleeve, gently placed it on the table, and said in a relaxed tone:

"Tomorrow is the Empress Dowager's birthday, and the palace will be holding a family banquet. I asked someone to send that 'sample' as a birthday gift."

"After tomorrow, the entire social circle of noblewomen in Bianjing will know the name 'Tiangong Liuli' (Heavenly Crafted Glass)."

"Pfft—cough cough cough!"

Jiang Lin almost spat out the mouthful of tea he had just taken a sip of.

He abruptly slammed down his teacup, not even bothering to wipe the water from his lips, and stared at Zhao Lingjun with a look of utter disbelief:

"Who are you talking about? The Empress Dowager?!"

Zhao Lingjun blinked, looking completely innocent: "Yes, isn't the most esteemed woman in the Great Song Dynasty considered a 'noblewoman'?"

Jiang Lin looked at the nonchalant young man in front of him, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

Good guy.

His original idea was for her to find a few wives of ministers and marquises to do some promotion and create a "socialite effect".

But this guy went all out and placed the goods at the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet!

This isn't just hiring a livestreaming host; it's like hiring the biggest internet celebrity in the entire Song Dynasty!

"Young Master Zhao," Jiang Lin took a deep breath, his gaze becoming exceptionally profound as he looked her up and down, "isn't your approach... a little too wild?"

"You even managed to stuff things into a birthday banquet at the palace... What exactly does your family do?"

Zhao Lingjun avoided Jiang Lin's probing gaze, shrugged nonchalantly, and continued with Versailles:

"Oh, I just have a few relatives working in the palace. It's just a tiny, insignificant connection. There's no need for you to make a fuss about it, sir."

Jiang Lin was completely convinced.

The literary world boasts the timeless masterpiece of Su Shi, while the military world has the Empress Dowager herself "promoting" its products.

This wave is in the bag.

Three days later, the auction at Fanlou was destined to become a frenzied "harvest".