Daqin: A buff of incredible comprehension

Before Zhao Chen could finish his words, he was interrupted by Ying Zheng. Ying Zheng saw what Zhao Chen was thinking from his rolling eyes and said with a smile:

"Oh, so I'm glad you've realized this. No need for a reward then."

"Ah, father, you are playing tricks on me. I haven't finished what I want to say yet."

Zhao Chen said hurriedly.

Why don't you play by the rules?

"Hehe, tell me, what do you want?"

"First, I have promised these craftsmen a reward. If they can improve the papermaking technique and produce even finer paper, I will also grant them titles."

"It's easy, I promise."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, and thank you, Young Master!" The craftsmen immediately knelt down and kowtowed in gratitude.

"Secondly, I hope to be in charge of Luowang."

"Hmm? Chen'er, you..."

Ying Zheng was about to ask, but then stopped.

Although Luowang could give it to him, it was not possible now. At present, many people in Luowang still obeyed Lu Buwei, so even if they wanted to hand it over to Zhao Chen, they were powerless. Moreover, Zhao Chen was still young and had no martial arts skills, so he could not control those fierce masters of Luowang.

Forget it, I will clear all obstacles for you, and then hand over the net to you when you grow up!

"Okay, but I won't give you control of the web until you grow up and learn martial arts."

"Hehe, thank you, father."

"Any other requests?"

"That's all. I leave everything here to my father. I'll take my leave."

After saying that, Zhao Chen prepared to leave. Everything had been arranged, and from now on he could just be a relaxed spectator.

"Wait a moment."

"Father, do you have any other instructions?"

"Just leave like this?"

"What else can I do if I don't leave? Is there anything else I need here? You all understand paper and printing technology now, and the craftsmen have mastered the process. I don't have anything else to do anymore, right?"

"Since these are your creations, I believe you must have some ideas on how to influence the six nations. Tell us!"

"Well, I don't have any specific plans yet. I'd better let my father make the decision. I'm still just a child!"

Everyone: ……………………

Now remember you were a child?

Look at what you have done. None of them can be done by an ordinary child. Even a saint may not be able to do it!

"Stop playing innocent. You say you're still a child? Those tables, stools, and reclining chairs you made were all the rage in Xianyang, even the princes and nobles of the six kingdoms loved them. You must have made a lot of money from them. You were only two years old back then! When it comes to making money, you're not like a child at all. Now you've invented white paper, printing, and this brush. Do you think I'd still think you didn't have other plans?"

"Ahem, I do intend to make some money, hehe!"

"Tell me, what's your new plan?"

"Hey, Dad, what do you think of this white paper compared to the bamboo slips?"

"Of course it's much better!"

"That's all. I plan to send people with white paper to the other six kingdoms to show the princes and nobles the benefits of paper. Will they be willing to buy it then?"

"Of course. But how are you going to set the price?"

"Ten gold coins per ticket."

"The price is reasonable." After hearing this, Ying Zheng nodded.

"Father, you may have misunderstood. I meant each piece of paper would sell for ten gold coins."

Everyone:? ? ? ?

Sir, you must be kidding!

Everyone's expression was questioning whether Zhao Chen was really joking.

"Chen'er, you..."

"Is there a problem? Father, you know that bamboo slips are inherently expensive, which means most people can't afford them. Although paper is cheap, we advertise it as expensive. A single sheet of paper can hold the equivalent of three bamboo slips, so ten gold coins is already quite cheap. We also have to position it as something only the nobility can use, so they'll undoubtedly be willing to pay a high price for it. Ultimately, this is just human vanity at work. As a noble, isn't it embarrassing for me to use bamboo slips while others use white paper? I plan to make the nobles of the six nations spend a lot of money."

"Oh, I see. Since you already have a plan, I won't ask any more questions. However, how long will it take to complete this plan? I hope to promote Baizhi as soon as possible so that Daqin can have more opportunities to study and attract more talents to join Daqin."

"Don't worry, father. It will take at most three months. By then, I believe those nobles of the six nations who think they are superior will be furious. Hahahaha, just thinking about it is hilarious."

Zhao Chen couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Humph, Yan Fei and Yue Shen also covered their mouths and chuckled when they saw this.

"Alright, I'll give you three months. During this time, no information about Baizhi will be leaked. Just go ahead and do it!"

Ying Zheng smiled helplessly.

"Thank you, Father. I'll take my leave now. If you have any other questions, you can ask Dun Ruo. He's been overseeing the project these days, and he's well aware of everything!"

"Well, go ahead. I'll go to your mother's tonight."

"Resign, kid!"

Yan Fei took the initiative to step forward, picked up Zhao Chen and left.

"Dun Ruo, reward each craftsman with 100 gold coins and seal this place tightly. Anyone who leaks the secrets will be executed without mercy!"

"promise!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Afterwards, Ying Zheng left with the pieces of white paper and brushes.

After returning to Zhangtai Palace, he asked:

"Master, how do you think this blank paper and printing technology should be used?"

"Your Majesty, follow the young master's advice and use the printing press to print books. Promote this technology throughout the country. Demonstrate it to the representatives of the Hundred Schools of Thought, allowing them to witness the advantages of white paper and books. Once Your Majesty issues an edict declaring that new books will be printed for all who join the Qin Empire, I believe no school of thought will refuse such an opportunity. In this way, the Qin Empire will win the support of the Hundred Schools of Thought, further strengthening its national strength and gradually weakening the Six Kingdoms."

"Yes, that's what I was thinking too. Master, please hurry up and compile the dictionary in the remaining three months. I was originally worried about promotion, but I didn't expect that kid to solve it in just three days. Hahahaha, within five years, the number of scholars in my Great Qin will double or even tenfold. By then, there will be countless talented people."

"My minister obeys."

"Well, the master hasn't left yet?"

Seeing that Guiguzi was still standing there, his eyes constantly looking at the white paper on the table, Ying Zheng asked.

"Uh, Your Majesty, could you please give me some white paper?" Guiguzi seemed a little uneasy.

"Haha, Master, please feel free to use it!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Guiguzi took a large stack of white paper and left satisfied.

"hehe."

Ying Zheng smiled bitterly, picked up the brush and wrote on the white paper, feeling its silky and smooth touch, which was very comfortable.

The words written on the paper were exactly the four lines of poetry that Zhao Chen had written earlier.

"My son, I finally believe you are a sage incarnate. What Guiguzi and his companions said is true; the destiny of the Qin Empire truly rests with the Qin Empire. I want to see how powerful you can make the Qin Empire, but before that, I will help you unify the six kingdoms."

A determined light gleamed in Ying Zheng's eyes. At this moment, he was no longer the Ying Zheng exhausted by the pursuit of immortality, but the ambitious monarch of Qin, full of passion and dreams.

These great achievements—standardizing weights and measures, currency, and writing, and building the Great Wall and the Great Highway—were all accomplished within his limited lifespan. Ying Zheng's pursuit of immortality stemmed from his disappointment with his sons and his unwillingness to see the Qin Dynasty fall apart.

However, things were different now. Zhao Chen's appearance had given him hope for the future, a more powerful Great Qin Empire. Therefore, his need for immortality was no longer as strong. His current goal was to do his utmost to lay a foundation for Zhao Chen's legacy, something any father would do, simply to leave more wealth and resources for his descendants.

On the other hand, Concubine Yan carried Zhao Chen back to Weiyang Palace.

"Sir, this is truly amazing. How did you come up with this?"

"Of course it's because of my wisdom and bravery."

"Really? My wise and brave young master, when the King of Qin asked you to make a request, why didn't you directly ask for the position of Crown Prince, but just an assassination organization? Is my sister's Yin-Yang family even worse than Luowang? Lord Donghuang has already said that you can mobilize the resources of the Yin-Yang family at any time."

"I understand this principle, but there are some things that Luowang is better at! After all, everyone in Luowang comes from **, and they are good at ** and **, so they will definitely be of great use in the future.

As for the position of Crown Prince, it sounds like it carries considerable power, but in reality, it's nothing more than a sitting duck. Not only will your brothers be spied on out of resentment, but the six kingdoms are also constantly coveting it. With so many eyes watching you covetously, your life could be in jeopardy at any moment.

Furthermore, if I really became the crown prince, would my noble status lead me to become arrogant and self-indulgent? Would I form cliques to consolidate power?

Even if I don't do this, there will be people who will show me goodwill and join me with ulterior motives. If so, will my father become suspicious?

Besides, my father is wise and powerful. If he were to make me the crown prince right now, it would not only be disadvantageous to me, but also not necessarily a good thing for the Qin Dynasty."

"How could that be?" Yan Fei and Yue Shen asked in confusion.

"Why not? Think about it, if my father appointed me Crown Prince now, wouldn't many people in the Qin court begin to curry favor with me? Having been embraced by the masses since childhood, having ascended to the throne without ever having to endure the brutal competition, wouldn't this experience cultivate in me an egocentric personality, and thus make me naive in some ways?

Furthermore, to consolidate their position, many noble sons were sent to the Crown Prince's residence as tutors, gradually forming cliques. As these cliques grew, could my father tolerate this? Our relationship would become increasingly strained. To protect myself, I had to follow my advisors' advice and resist. However, lacking adequate preparation and support, I was ultimately defeated and met a tragic end.

Furthermore, my father, the king, was determined to unify the six kingdoms, and naturally held extremely high standards for his future heir. As the crown prince, his standards for me were much higher than those of ordinary princes. If I failed to meet his expectations, my father would undoubtedly be dissatisfied with me, distancing himself from me and even harshly criticizing me.