mtl008 Chapter 153 Gu Qingyun also plays with public opinion
Chapter 153 Gu Qingyun also plays with public opinion
"If we don't lure them out of their hole, I estimate they will take action on New Year's Eve." Gu Qingyun looked outside the door with a deep gaze.
"New Year's Eve...what are they going to do?" Xinhai moved Bai Jinyu to the bed and murmured.
"Kill Bai Jinyu, and of course, take back their painting." Gu Qingyun frowned. He didn't expect that a painting could cause so many things.
It seems that the value of this map far exceeds the estimates of several people, and perhaps there is a bigger conspiracy hidden inside.
"Then...what should we do..." Xinhai was stunned for a moment when he heard that there was a possibility of harming his colleague's life.
"We will spread the news tomorrow, saying that the government has obtained a treasure that is extremely valuable. It will be up to the storytellers to tell us what the treasure is." Gu Qingyun smiled.
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The next morning, An Qiao was trying to make a porridge-based hotpot. It was cold in winter, but many diners refused to eat spicy food, so there were fewer soup bases that they could order.
Some diners have suggested that it would be better if the soup sold daily could be combined with the hot pot.
But there are many soup bases that cannot be used for hot pot.
An Qiao could only rack her brains to think of what else to cook for hot pot. Some time ago, she made passion fruit soup base. Everyone thought it was strange at first, but some people tried it and found it delicious, so this is also similar to stinky tofu.
"Hey, have you heard? It is said that the Dali Temple recently obtained a unique treasure when solving a case."
An Qiao paused as she was fiddling with the porridge. How could there be some gossip to listen to?
"What a treasure! If even the government thinks it's a treasure, how great must it be?" another diner exclaimed with a grin.
"Of course it is unique in the world. You don't understand this, do you? I heard that it is a huge barrel tripod with superb quality. The inscriptions inside record the locations of many fine treasures in the world." said another diner.
An Qiao looked at the time and smiled. The storyteller he bought officially took up his post today, so there would be something good to listen to.
Sure enough, as soon as the storyteller arrived, he started describing this treasure as miraculous.
"Speaking of this treasure, ordinary people like us can't see it. At that time, the Shaoqing, who opened the treasure, instantly blushed, shocked by the golden light on the treasure. After the golden light stopped flashing, they walked forward. It turned out to be a large cauldron with a green body and shining golden light. There were hundreds of words engraved inside, recording the locations of hundreds of treasures thousands of years ago. This is a good treasure! Several people were excited instantly. What a great achievement it would be to bring it back..."
Xu Banshan's stories were so fantastic and his characters were portrayed in a very three-dimensional way.
An Qiao just felt that the person in front of her was a really wonderful person. He had just learned the news in the morning, but now he could talk about it in such a miraculous way.
But in modern times, they are either talk show hosts or crosstalk performers, and their ability to adapt and write stories is truly first-class.
After finally finishing the experiment with the porridge-based hotpot, An Qiao wrote the base on today’s new products and returned to the front desk.
Perhaps it was because the storyteller was so talented that the take-out customers who had originally come to buy some snacks could not help but sit down and listen to his stories.
Gu Qingyun's opinion was also officially spread from several well-informed restaurants.
An Qiao was holding the shrimp dumplings and saw Shen Ran sitting down below listening to the story, and she smiled.
This Kyoto restaurant is almost becoming a retirement base. The idle rich people in the capital come here to sit when they have nothing to do, either fishing or playing chess.
Although Shen Ran doesn't come every day, he can be seen sitting in a corner drinking tea and eating food recently.
The milk tea shop at the door has its purpose. After ordering a cup, many people chat and laugh in the yard, sit under the corridor and enjoy the scenery, and another day passes.
When the storyteller finished this round, An Qiao called him.
"Xu Banshan, come here." An Qiao called.
"What's wrong, boss?" Xu Banshan drank the throat-soothing tea prepared by An Qiao, and sighed again and again that the treatment in this restaurant was outrageous.
"It's not a big deal, I just want to ask, do you know what to do to publish a book or a picture book?" An Qiao asked.
"Although publishing a book in the Dayan Dynasty is much easier than in previous dynasties, it is still difficult. First of all, you have to find an official printing house. Publishing and writing a book is not difficult, but the difficult part is to get the approval of the publisher, otherwise they are unwilling to do something that loses money. Or you can find a private printing house. Most of these printing houses are controlled by various forces. You must first make them feel that you have a backer, and then make them feel that your book will not lose money. Both methods can get reasonable royalties, but both require connections." Xu Banshan thought for a while and added, "If these two methods don't work, you can print some privately. However, with this method, if the book you write is good, the government will not confiscate it, but will only warn you not to exceed a certain number. But if what you write is popular all over the country or too ridiculous, anyway, this is all evaluated by the government, and then you will have to go to jail."
An Qiao felt dizzy after hearing this, and felt that this matter was so troublesome. She waved her hand and said, "I just asked casually, so you can just listen casually."
Originally, An Qiao wanted to draw or write down the novels or classic collections that he had read in his previous life. After they were published as books, they could be placed in the newly built book corner. In this way, the milk tea shop could be moved to the book corner, and the milk tea shop could be converted into a soap shop, killing two birds with one stone.
But when she heard about the trouble, she backed off a little.
If that doesn't work, go to the bookstore and buy some books that can be bought, which will probably attract some students.
But girls don’t have many books to read, and those that require scientific research are mostly boring.
Most girls still prefer to read picture books, but it is not easy to collect picture books.
"Hey, Xu Banshan, do you know where to buy picture books?" An Qiao asked again.
Xu Banshan couldn't help but wonder if this young lady couldn't buy the picture book she liked, so she wanted to publish her own book.
"Of course I know that. There are many stores that specialize in selling picture books."
An Qiao sighed in her heart, how great it is. Fortunately, it can be bought. As long as it can be bought, it will be easier. As for whether to publish a book or not, let's talk about it later.
But An Qiao thought about it and felt that she would not trouble herself so much.
Why make it yourself when you can buy it?
Xu Banshan sat aside and drank tea. He was waiting for noon. When the lunch customers arrived, he would give another speech.
"We were telling this story at noon," An Qiao asked.
"One person will give a lecture at noon, alternating the lectures. This way, after listening to the morning lecture, you will want to listen to the noon lecture, and after listening to the noon lecture, you will want to listen to the evening lecture." Xu Banshan was calm and composed. He looked to be in his early twenties, but even his expression was like a man over fifty years old.
"What kind of person is your master?" An Qiao couldn't help but be curious.
"I learned it by myself. I learned it by myself." Xu Banshan seemed not to want to talk about this topic and changed the subject lightly.