You were taken hostage, why pursue the Enemy's Empress?

"These Li people are despicable. They are willing to do anything to destroy our bookshop!"

The voice was extremely angry.

Xun Zhiyin had heard Ying Wuji curse before, but he had never heard him curse so fiercely and shamelessly. He immediately perked up his ears to listen carefully, wanting to see what had happened that had made Ying Wuji so angry.

Since that incident, Ying Wuji had changed greatly. He was the most sensitive person.

He used to be very well-behaved, but later he pointed at Xun Zhiyin's nose and cursed, as if nothing was important to him.

Now he was so angry, it must not be a small matter.

He just said... they want to destroy the bookshop?

Isn't that the industry of our young master Wuque?

Xun Zhiyin's heart skipped a beat, feeling uneasy, and listened even more carefully.

Bai Zhi whispered softly to comfort him, "Young master, don't panic! You can do it."

"Hmph..."

Ying Wuji sneered, "Can I? Other bookshops have printing techniques too. What advantages do we have in our corner?"

"But our embassy still has..."

Bai Zhi's voice lowered, as if afraid of being overheard.

"Shut up!"

Ying Wuji interrupted sharply, his voice also lowered a lot. "Do you want me to beg Xun Zhiyin?"

Bai Zhi felt wronged. "But this bookshop is your hard work..."

Ying Wuji was extremely annoyed. "Do you think I want to? But there are only ten days left. We can't get orders from other countries. We'll just have to wait. We won't make money from the rich, but we can still make some from the common people."

"But, but... we invested so much money!"

"That's the money Hua Chao invested in the paper mill. What does it have to do with my bookshop? Anyway, I didn't lose any money!"

Ying Wuji's voice seemed a little depressed, and he cursed a few more times before going straight back to his room.

Xun Zhiyin: "..."

Tie Niu: "..."

Xun Zhiyin sat silently for a while, then quickly called one of his subordinates, "Go outside and find out what happened?"

"Yes!"

The subordinate took the order and quickly left the embassy.

Xun Zhiyin sat down and took a sip of tea, his breathing becoming a little faster. The last time he expressed loyalty to Ying Wuque, he praised this bookshop to the sky.

If something went wrong, what should he do?

But he thought for a moment, could this be Ying Wuji's feint? After all, he mentioned that thing just now.

After thinking about it for a while, his subordinate came back and reported the news about the bookshop that he had heard outside.

Finally, he handed Xun Zhiyin several books, "My lord! These are printed by several major bookshops."

Xun Zhiyin opened them and found that although the printing quality was not good, they already had that meaning. At least it wouldn't be a problem to sell them.

The most important thing was that several bookshops actually used the same engraved plate.

Several bookshops actually joined forces to deal with the Shangmo Bookshop, and even found Lanling Sheng to make such harsh demands.

"It's really not playing fair!"

Xun Zhiyin cursed. Since Ying Wuji had an accident, this was the first time he felt sorry for him.

It was too much!

He had never seen such a bully!

Several Li families joined forces to bully a hostage from a friendly country with no background?

How could Ying Wuji fight back?If they let Shang Mo Bookstore collapse, what would they have to show for it?

No wonder Ying Wuji was so angry, just listening to it made him furious.

Xun Zhiyin was anxious, pacing back and forth in the room, not knowing what to do.

First, there was no book of the same level as "Strange Tales of Mountains and Seas", and second, the location was remote and hard to gain trust. It was difficult to get this order.

He could solve the problem of the remote location, which was originally a favor from the King of Li to the Kingdom of Qian, but the industry had not been able to produce anything worthwhile for years, so it had not been used.

But having a store alone was not enough. "Strange Tales of Mountains and Seas" was a sensational book, how could it...

Iron Bull was getting impatient with him. "Have you come up with a solution yet?"

Xun Zhiyin quickly said, "Please wait, I'll think of a way!"

After speaking, he bowed and left.

As he walked out of the door, he hesitated for a moment, then strode towards Ying Wuji's courtyard.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard a voice from inside.

Bai Zhi sounded anxious. "Young Master, the story you wrote is much better than 'Strange Tales of Mountains and Seas'. If you write a few more, you will definitely be able to turn things around!"

"What can I turn around? Even if I work day and night, it will take at least five days to write the book. How can I make this book known to everyone in Jiangcheng before the end of the month? By then, all the orders from other places will be taken, and how can I turn things around?

That's it. I won't be able to make a lot of money. I'll just make some pocket money. After all, it's not my credit, why bother trying so hard?"

Ying Wuji's voice was tired and listless, without the anger he had just shown, nor the arrogant feeling he had before. It was as if he had completely resigned himself.

Bai Zhi was a little unwilling, but could only agree. "Okay..."

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Someone knocked on the door.

Bai Zhi asked, "Who is it?"

Xun Zhiyin said, "It's me, Young Master!"

Ying Wuji said, "Get lost!"

Xun Zhiyin: "..."

Bai Zhi whispered, "Young Master! Maybe this guy can help. Why not let him in and talk to him?"

Ying Wuji sounded disgusted. "He can't help with anything. My head hurts a bit, you go back and massage it for me."

"Okay..."

Then there was no more sound in the courtyard.

Xun Zhiyin: "..."

He was a little annoyed, but also helpless. Ying Wuji had been wearing his dislike on his face these days, and he was just looking for trouble by going over there. He didn't expect Ying Wuji to be so stubborn that he wouldn't even ask for his help.

After thinking about it, he signaled to the servant guarding the door, and the servant quickly opened the courtyard door.

Xun Zhiyin walked towards the pavilion where the two had been sitting just now.

Before he got close, he smelled the strong smell of alcohol. It seemed that Ying Wuji had vomited here.

The stone platform was in a mess, the inkstone was overturned, and there were scraps of paper everywhere. It was evident how angry Ying Wuji had been.

What was he writing just now? Why did he tear it up again?

Xun Zhiyin quickly picked up the scraps of paper, and his curiosity drove him to piece them together. Although there was a lot of ink stains, he could still see what was written.

He looked carefully and subconsciously read it out loud.

"Refining essence realm, third level!""The young man had no expression on his face, but there was a self-mocking smile at the corner of his lips. His tightly clenched hand, due to the force, caused his slightly sharp nails to deeply pierce into the palm, bringing waves of piercing pain?"

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He was stunned for a moment. Was this the story written by Ying Wuji?

It was somewhat unconventional, and the protagonist of the story was just a waste at the third level of refining essence. Who would read a story about a waste? How could it compete with "Strange Tales of Mountains and Seas"?

He continued to look down.

Xun Zhiyin's expression gradually became excited.

"Jump!"

After reading the last page, he suddenly stood up.

Returning to his residence, he took out pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, quickly wrote something, and finally took out a token from the drawer, summoning a servant: "Make sure to give this to the young master!"

The servant took a closer look and saw a line of words written on the paper: "Thirty years in the east of the river, thirty years in the west of the river, don't bully the young and poor, young master!"