Chapter 104, gradually set sail
"Teacher, I understand, the power of faith is indeed difficult to obtain, but please believe me, I will definitely be able to obtain enough power of faith." Dongqing said confidently.
"Since you are so determined, Xiaoqing, the teacher can't persuade you anymore. If it really doesn't work, you should find the inheritance of the gods earlier, so that you can obtain eternal life."
Bibi Dong looked at Dong Qing, who was full of confidence, and couldn't continue to persuade him, but she planned to let Qian Renxue cooperate internally and externally, and took out the national treasure of the Heaven Dou Empire, the Vast Sea Cosmos Mask,
Because according to the ancient records inside the Hall of Spirits, this object is unusual, and it is rumored that it is related to the Sea God. Maybe there is a chance to help Dongqing find the Sea God Jiukao.
As for why she thought this way, it was simply because Dongqing's idea was unrealistic, and it was too difficult to obtain the power of faith, and it was basically impossible to become a **** at level 100.
"Speaking of eternal life, teacher, even if we all become gods in the end, what about Senior Sister and Sister Qian Renxue? What will they do?" Dong Qing asked curiously.
Speaking of this, Bibi Dong didn't know what to think of, a mysterious smile quickly flashed across her face, she lowered her head and whispered a word in Dong Qing's ear.
"Because the teacher wants eternity, you must never be without Xiaoqing!"
Can't miss me? What does she mean?
Before Dong Qing could figure it out, Bibi Dong's figure disappeared, and Hu Liena, who had been sleeping on the bed for a long time, disappeared with her.
The next day, in the early morning, the sun had just risen.
A soft sunlight shone gently on the face of Dong Qing who was waking up. He quietly stared at the green bamboo forest outside the window.
not long.
"Dong dong dong" knocked on the door.
"Come in." Dong Qing said lightly.
"His Royal Highness, I'm here to pick up the press draft." Bai Chenxiang pushed the door open, walked to Dong Qing, and said cautiously.
"Well, don't be so afraid of me, I don't eat people, take it for photocopying, and then deliver the news release, please leave it to your Min clan." Dong Qing said softly.
He picked up a stack of thick papers on the table, and stuffed them directly into Bai Chenxiang's arms.
"Okay." Bai Chenxiang hugged the press manuscript, and said in a weak voice.
This is her old problem. When facing peers with higher talents than herself, she will always unconsciously appear inferior, as if she is afraid that she will do something wrong.
This kind of person is tired of life and cares too much about other people's opinions.
After Bai Chenxiang left with the press draft, he came to a magnificent building in Wuhun City that was specially responsible for copying paper, and 300 members of the Minzhi clan were waiting outside.
The soul guide for copying paper is also handed down from ancient times. Currently, only the Wuhun Temple controls the production method of this soul guide.
It itself is not complicated, and its structure is also very simple, but it occupies a large area, about the size of a 60-square-meter house.
In order to ensure that the Pope's order of the Wuhun Hall can be transmitted to all Wuhun branch halls in the whole continent in a timely manner, this kind of soul guide specially used for copying paper has one in every large city of Douluo Continent.
Douluo Dalu is a very strange world. No one knows how many special soul guides were not passed down in ancient times, but many civilian soul guides have been passed down steadily.
For example, light bulbs, printing presses, looms.
About an hour passed,
The press draft written by Dongqing was copied more than 300 copies, and after being handed over to 300 members of the Minzhi clan, they summoned their sharp-tailed swift martial souls.
Each fly to the large main city they are in charge of, and after handing it over to the Wuhun branch in the local large main city, they will make copies ranging from 100,000 to a million copies depending on the situation.
Sold by the local deacon in white, the price is three copper soul coins.
Although Dong Qing also thought about giving away for free at first, he knew that human nature is despicable, and maybe no one cares about what you give away for free, so let’s sell it cheaper.
Three copper soul coins are not expensive, about the price of three steamed buns, because a box of fast food with three dishes and one soup requires at least ten copper soul coins, which is theoretically affordable.
The cost of copying these newspapers is less than 1,000 copies, and the cost is one silver soul coin. If there are more than 10,000 copies, the cost can be reduced to ten copper soul coins.
However, for a copy of one hundred thousand and one million copies like Dongqing, the final cost can be reduced to less than one copper soul coin.
That is to say.
As long as enough people buy news and newspapers, this is definitely a profitable business.
The day passed quietly.
The Wuhun branch halls in every large city on the mainland, they followed the order from the Holy Son of the Wuhun hall, and copied 100,000 copies of the news manuscripts brought by the Minzhi clan.
It's not that they don't want to print more, it's just that they don't like this kind of news paper. Although it is very cheap, they don't think this kind of thing will cause large-scale sales.
In the minds of the masters of these martial soul divisions, it was nothing more than His Royal Highness the Son of God who wanted to mess around on a whim. How could ordinary people be interested in such things.
What Spirit Hall? What Sea God Island? What is the last three cases?
In the world of soul masters, everyone knows this information, so what's the point of writing it out?
As for the gossip news of the imperial nobles, it’s not like they don’t know about it. They can get a lot of it just by inquiring about it. Do they need to read the newspapers?
However, they didn't want to discredit His Royal Highness the Son. No matter what they thought in their hearts, they copied at least 100,000 copies, and then let some unpopular white-clothed deacons go out to sell them.
Anyway, no matter how much you sell or how little you sell, His Highness the Son of God has already said that you can give them a 30% commission. Facing the free income, they are not very resistant.
However, the masters of these martial soul divisions have forgotten a reality, that is, how many of these high-ranking soul masters can really understand ordinary people?
As the saying goes, children are not fish, how do you know the joy of fish?
I don’t know when, soul masters and ordinary people became two kinds of people. They seem to live together peacefully, but the world they see is very different.
In most cases, the eyes of soul masters looking at ordinary people are subtly looking down.
However, on the land of Douluo Continent, all the soul masters add up to less than a million, but there are more than hundreds of millions of civilians.
Hundreds of millions of people, endless common people, are the root of the power of faith, and the key to becoming a **** at level 100, and it is by no means expecting the power of faith from less than a million soul masters.
Tiandou Empire, Tiandou City, Wuhun Branch Hall, early in the morning.
A deacon in white was followed by more than 30 ordinary members of the Wuhun Hall, and the middle of them pushed a flatbed cart full of newly printed newspapers.
After placing the flatbed cart at the entrance of the Wuhun Branch Hall, the deacon in white took out the signboard he had prepared.
【Shock! The ranking of the major forces in the mainland turned out to be like this, the first issue of the Wuhundian Newspaper. 】
Beside this big sign, there is another small sign.
【Only need three Copper Soul Coins】
(end of this chapter)