You were taken hostage, why pursue the Enemy's Empress?
Chapter 56 – Inquire about information

Looking at the crowded audience on the other side of the river, Ying Wuji finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This plan should have no flaws.

At first, he thought of many fancy ways to attract customers, but in the end, he rejected them one by one. After all, Hua Chao herself was a signboard. Regardless of whether Luo Yan was pushing behind the scenes, her reputation was well-known.

Scholars and literati were competing to pursue her, but ordinary people only heard her name and had not listened to her music.

Today, he would let the common people listen to her music for free. There was no reason why they wouldn't come.

After all, both Shangmo Bookstore and opera required promotion. If they charged at this critical moment, it would be a brainless move.

But it wasn't Ying Wuji's style to not make any money.

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Therefore, he targeted these "lucky people".

Those who possessed high-level techniques and had designated wealth on them were simply pure profit. If he could make their emotional bars break through 90 and drop a wave of high-level techniques, it would be extremely satisfying.

Of course, this was just a thought.

The condition for breaking through the emotional bar was too harsh, except for the easily lost little girl Bai Zhi, the others had to be bombed at a fixed point.

Ying Wuji glanced at the VIP seats. Except for his own people, there were already three or four people sitting there. Judging from their attire and demeanor, they were outstanding students from the Bai family.

One person was wearing a long robe with a cold and stern face, he should be a student of the Fa family from another country.

Another was a burly soldier with a fierce temperament.

And there was that poor and sleepy Taoist.

Ying Wuji was extremely dissatisfied with this poor Taoist. The first two people had contributed a lot of money and a lot of attribute points had been dropped. As a result, this poor Taoist had no money on him and his emotions were extremely stable. There was not a drop of oil and water on him.

If it weren't for the blue light ball following his emotional bar, Ying Wuji really didn't want to have any fate with him.

Bai Zhi whispered in his ear, "Young Master, why do I feel that he is more physically weak than you?"

Ying Wuji became anxious, "Who, who is physically weak? Don't talk nonsense."

Bai Zhi stammered, "That night, you were clearly not drunk, but still... Young Master, don't worry, I won't tell anyone!"

Ying Wuji: "???"

Just as he was about to argue with Bai Zhi, the waiter hurriedly walked over and whispered, "Young Master, this guest donated this."

As he spoke, he handed a gold bar to Ying Wuji, which could be exchanged for at least 1,500 taels of silver.

Wow!

What a big shot!

Ying Wuji immediately stood up, smiling and welcoming him, "Guest, I'm sorry for not welcoming you from afar. It's really my fault!"

Zhao Ning smiled and said, "Young Master Wuji's fault is really priceless. Rarity makes things precious. I'm the one who benefits."

Ying Wuji was not ashamed and said with a smile, "Whether it's worth a thousand or a penny, it's all because of the guest's sincere friendship. I don't know the guest's name!"

"Zhao Ling!"

Zhao Ning only changed his name, but did not hide his surname. After all, there were thousands of imperial clan descendants, and there were too many young people surnamed Zhao. As long as he didn't change back to his original appearance or reveal his cultivation, no one would find out his identity. It was more convenient to do things while bearing the name "Zhao".Sure enough, most of the people at the funeral feast just nodded and turned their heads after greeting each other, except for the poor Taoist who kept his gaze on her.

Zhao...

Ying Wuji narrowed his eyes. There were indeed many people with the surname Zhao, but there were few who could learn the ground-level techniques. Especially the young Zhao Ling in front of him, even if he was placed among the royal family, he would definitely be highly valued.

This person could be a good friend!

"It turns out to be Brother Zhao Ling, please sit down quickly!"

Ying Wuji warmly pulled Zhao Ning's wrist and sat down, instructing his subordinates to arrange the drinks and snacks. "Brother Zhao! I'm ashamed that I grew up in Jiangcheng but have never heard of your name."

Zhao Ning subtly pulled his wrist away. "It's normal for Brother Ying not to know an unknown person."

Ying Wuji laughed. "Brother Zhao is too modest. I see that you have an extraordinary bearing. How could an unknown person have that? If it weren't for the fact that King Li only has two sons, the Crown Prince and the Pingling Prince, I would have thought that you were also a prince!"

"Haha..."

Zhao Ning smiled awkwardly and politely. He thought to himself, "I didn't expect Ying Wuji's vision to be so sharp. Such a talented person, why did he only present himself as a weak prince before? Is there something mysterious about this?"

The students of the military and legal schools beside them secretly shook their heads upon hearing this.

They had just arrived in Li Kingdom not long ago and had heard some things about Ying Wuji. They thought that he had made a name for himself recently and must have some talent. That's why they came to see him, but they didn't expect him to be such a sycophant when he met the royal family of Li Kingdom.

It's understandable, though. If he didn't seek refuge in Li Kingdom after losing power in his own country, he would probably have a hard time.

It's a pity...

There's one less talented person in the world. After watching the play, let's go. There's really nothing to cling to in such mundane matters.

However, Han Juan raised his eyelids and looked at the two of them thoughtfully.

Seeing the reactions of these people, Ying Wuji frowned. Why didn't they say anything? They were all silent just now, like wood. Do I have autism or something?

If they don't speak, how would I know what kind of people they are? If I don't know what kind of people they are, how can I target them?

Fortunately, Zhao Ling was good. At least he had a mouth. Maybe he could get closer to him and criticize him when he had the chance.

He didn't care about the other people's opinions and signaled for the servants to pour wine and offer it to everyone.

He poured himself a cup and handed it to Zhao Ling. "Brother Zhao, please!"

"Please!"

Zhao Ning also didn't refuse and drank the wine in his cup, smiling as he looked at Ying Wuji. "Young Master Wuji is talented and brilliant. The printing technique you used has opened up a new pattern of learning in the world. People say that you will be picked by the Eight Great Publishing Houses, but seeing how confident you are, I'm sure you have prepared countermeasures, right?"

Ying Wuji smiled and waved his hand. "What countermeasures? I'm an honest person. If I have to say that I have countermeasures, it's just doing business honestly! But since Brother Zhao said so, I'm sure that with Brother Zhao's insight, you can give me some advice on how to deal with my predicament. I hope you won't hesitate to teach me!"

The two of them talked heatedly, with Zhao Ning trying to probe Ying Wuji's background and Ying Wuji trying to figure out Zhao Ning's identity.

You measure me, I measure you, to facilitate our deep friendship.Both of them were quite cautious, and they chatted for a long time without asking the information they wanted to know.

On the contrary, it was much livelier on the other side of the river.

On the steps, in addition to the packed common people, the owners of the eight major bookstores were also mixed in, staring at the stage intently, wanting to see what kind of tricks Ying Wuji wanted to play.

"This Ying Wuji is really willing to spend money, he actually pushed Hua Chao out, and their Shangmo Bookstore should be able to attract a lot of customers in the future, right?"

"The business might be better, but what's the use? A few books are nothing compared to the orders from various countries, it's just a drop in the bucket."

"One Lanling Sheng is enough to make booksellers from all over realize that the cost of printing is not the most important thing, status and resources are."

"Exactly! With one Lanling Sheng, there can be countless Lanling Shengs. Even if Ying Wuji turns the sky upside down today, he won't be able to snatch away the orders."

The owners of several bookstores quickly reached a consensus.

After watching Ying Wuji's dying struggle today, the pattern of the printing industry should be settled when the third volume of "Shanhai Weird Tales" comes out the day after tomorrow.