Never divorce, never stop getting rich

Although they had won four games in a row, Panshi Academy did not celebrate as others had imagined.

Instead, the students started to engage in new training early. After all, the preliminary round was just the beginning, and there would be the finals later.

Qian Qiansui hasn't returned to the Marquis' Mansion for some time, and there are all kinds of rumors outside.

But it is true that the academy won the competition. Even if there is another martial arts test tomorrow, Panshi Academy has entered the finals.

Before it got dark, Qian Qiansui pushed open Dumbledore's door. Sure enough, no matter when she came, Dumbledore was always working.

"Why are you here, Madam? You've worked hard today."

Deng Duo was not surprised to see that it was her who pushed the door open. The academy had just started and there were many things to do.

"The research progress on paper is almost complete, and the research team has begun to train technical personnel. Our paper industry can be rolled out."

Qian Qiansui said happily.

The systematic technology tree process is to first cultivate a research team, and then have the research team cultivate technical talents.

Finally, it is organized into an assembly line, production is expanded and the entire production chain is completed.

This process only requires the research team to master the researched formula.

By fragmenting all the steps, you can effectively prevent the formula from leaking.

The most important thing is that in the production of these papers, some key potions must be prepared by the virtual teacher.

So Qian Qiansui was not worried at all about the possibility of a traitor appearing in the team.

Even if we give them the complete formula, they still cannot make the paper sold by Conscience Paper.

Dumbledore was delighted when he heard this and said, "It's pretty quick. Senior Brother Ling's ability is truly extraordinary. The paper is selling very well and demand has always exceeded supply."

Looking at such sales, Qian Qiansui, who had been thinking of just getting by, also became motivated. Papermaking technology was already on the right track, and the next step was printing technology.

"As I said before, we are planning to open a bookstore..."

Dumbledore immediately replied, "The shop is ready."

However, Qian Qiansui saw that he seemed to be hesitant to speak, so he asked, "But what difficulties have you encountered?"

Dumbledore shook his head and said, "Our paper sales have been so impressive lately that it's made some people unhappy.

This time we want to open a bookstore... Some regular books are easy, but it is difficult to convince the other party to sell many books that have exclusive sales rights to us.

This means that our bookstore can no longer sell anything other than the most basic books."

Dumbledore sighed. This was the reality. If you took away other people's interests, they would naturally make trouble in other places.

People's hearts are complicated. Even though he claims to be able to guess people's hearts, he cannot see through human nature.

Otherwise, his Bilian Sect would not have fallen to this point today.

Qian Qiansui thought for a moment and asked, "Who originally sold those yellow straw papers in the capital?"

Dumbledore had already investigated everything and replied, "Although on the surface he is just a relative of a fifth-rank official, we should trace back to his roots.

That person has a complicated relationship with the steward of the Grand Princess's Mansion."

Others may not know, but Qian Qiansui has read the original book. At this point in time, Tang Kingdom has become a three-way balance of power.

Although she and Fu Zichan are not of the same mind, she is still a member of the Marquis' Mansion to the outside world.

It's not surprising at all that the Grand Princess is chasing and blocking me.

Instead of worrying about books written by others, they should find a new way.

Books that can be sold on the market are first printed in full and then sold in bookstores at half the original price.

As for other books in the bookstore, since we can't buy others', we can just publish our own book. With the illusion in hand, I have the new books.

"Dean, please take a moment to trouble me.

Notify all teachers in the academy, as well as any stewards or servants with special skills, and ask them to register if they wish to write a book."

Exclusive sales rights, here they come.

The next morning, Wen Sitan, who had not been seen for a long time, pushed open the door of Jingxin Pavilion and walked out.

The students passing by Jingxin Pavilion were all frightened away by his murderous aura.

Wen Siqin touched his cheek and seemed to still feel the warmth of the blood splashing on his face.

The smell of gunpowder around the nostrils lingered for a long time.

He was holding a red tasseled spear, leading his beloved horse that had accompanied him in Jingxin Pavilion these days, and wearing a silver-white battle robe. He came to the gate of the academy in a leisurely manner.

The horse, wearing a silver saddle, snorted and proudly swept its tail when it saw the students at the door.

"Let's go!" Qian Qiansui said, standing beside the carriage wearing a winter cloak.

Wen Siqin grabbed the reins with one hand and jumped onto the horse, which was completely different from the embarrassment he had when he climbed onto the horse before.

The students around either rode horses or took carriages, following Qian Qiansui's carriage and leaving the academy in a mighty procession.

Today, they will win.

At this time, the scene of the martial arts training ground had changed. The platform was removed, the targets were erected, and rows of bows and arrows were neatly arranged in a conspicuous place in the martial arts training ground.

The flags of Tang State fluttered in the wind on the martial arts field. Ministers of the court, envoys from various countries, and princes also entered the field one after another. Duke Wen took his seat amid compliments, but he could not stop his colleagues in the court who were at odds with him.

"Today I heard that the Duke's son is going to participate in the preliminary round. It's true that a tiger father will have a dog son."

Duke Wen was weak and a mere civil official, so how could there be a saying that a tiger father will have a dog son? He was clearly mocking his son's recklessness and nonsense.

Duke Wen knew that the Grand Princess was standing behind these officials, but he was not embarrassed or annoyed, as if he could not hear the whispers and ill intentions around him.

He bowed and said, "The child is still young, just going to practice. Master Tao, thank you for your praise. I heard that Master Tao's grandson also participated in the preliminary round. I wonder if he made it to the finals? I imagine that Master Tao is so talented, so his grandson must be very talented too, and he can compose a poem in seven steps."

It's really unnecessary to bring up this matter. Mr. Tao's grandson is not even qualified to participate in the preliminary competition on behalf of the academy.

Not only was his talent mediocre, but he also had high expectations but low skills. He was able to enter Jiangsong Academy only because of his grandfather's reputation. Duke Wen's words were like a poke at his lungs.

As expected, Lord Tao's expression turned serious. He flicked his sleeves, glared at Duke Wen, and sneered, "Civil is civil, martial is martial. Failing the civil exam is at most embarrassing, but the martial exam could cost you your life. Your son, you'd better wish for the best."

Duke Wen politely returned the gift and sat down to appreciate it calmly on the surface, but he was already extremely anxious in his heart.

Although he and Lord Tao had different political views, Lord Tao was right. Even if his son rode a horse on weekdays, he was just pretending. Being able to go for a walk without servants was already his limit. But after suddenly going to the academy and being told that he had to take a martial arts test, not only him, but also the ancestors in the family had to keep it a secret, for fear that he would be frightened.

"Quiet! Students from all academies, enter!"

Reluctantly trying to go down and pull the person out, Duke Wen stretched his neck to look at the field.