"This thing looks rough, it's the prototype of a pipe."

Miaoyan was playing with a pipe-like thing in her hand: "Let's analyze it with the customer behavior module."

Song Beiyun held his arms and looked at Miaoyan as he took out the paper and pen. She smiled and looked up at Song Beiyun: "Guess who the leader this time?"

"Who is it?"

"It's you."

Song Beiyun was stunned: "Why is it me?"

"Don't be anxious." Miaoyan drew a familiar tree diagram on the paper: "Let's reverse the consumer model. First of all, we now know the needs of the consumer group, so according to the core concept of the market economy, it is supply on demand. The products used by these consumers were low-level and relatively weakly dependent products, and these products are addictives."

"Well... you continue." Song Beiyun leaned against the wall: "Although I probably thought about it, I still want to hear what you said and be able to upgrade to this point."

"When the demand for addictives further expands, the supplier will further induce consumers to consume in multiple levels. The most representative point is the game system, which increases game content and new products step by step to increase user stickiness. From the original five stones to the mushrooms in Dali, now it is poppy. This is the result of consumption upgrades."

Song Beiyun nodded and signaled to continue speaking.

"Just like sugar, people are not satisfied with the simple sweetness, so they have created a variety of things such as peppermints, milk candies, beverages, etc., but is it sugar at the core? Then this is the same. The core is to focus on addiction. Under the premise of no legislative control, the proliferation of addiction will become a beautiful landscape in a short period of time." Miaoyan hung her embroidered shoes on one foot, and clamped them with two toes in the swaying swaying: "In the decades after the Opium War, people in the entire Qing Dynasty were decayed in this thing. Once this thing is out of control, it will be a plague."

Song Beiyun glanced at Miaoyan: "Can it be another time traveler?"

"No, we just said that this is a market-led behavior, not a time traveler-led behavior. If you think about it carefully, do the products that appear in every dominant behavior belong to the kind of termination, such as when low carbon steel has not yet fully matured, alloy iron products suddenly appear. Before the microscopic theory was born, penicillin appeared. This is a time traveler-led behavior, and what you are seeing now is a natural product that is dominated by the market based on the products owned by this era."

After Miaoyan finished speaking, she threw the pipe on the table: "It must be banned. But how to ban it is not a one-size-fits-all thing. Behind this market promotion is capital operation. If it is a completely open society, you should not mention this topic. Fortunately, it is a centralized society and imperial power is supreme. In the face of imperial power, the power of capital is simply not worth mentioning. So if you really want to execute it, you must first put out the things and convince the imperial power to execute it for you. The scholars and officials are in charge of the world. The current scholars and officials are not as good as the scholars and officials in the late Ming Dynasty. They still have to consider and weigh the matter of shaking the foundation of the country."

After hearing Miaoyan's words, Song Beiyun pondered for a long time, sighed silently. Just as he was about to speak, a sound came from outside. Then Zuo Rou and Qiaoyun walked in through the door with their bags on their backs. They were both dressed up by men, and Zuo Rou was swaying like a young man. She walked into the door with a smile and came to Miaoyan to lift her chin: "Oh, whose little lady is so handsome."

"Your man's house."

After being choked by Miaoyan, Zuo Rou didn't know what to say to fight back for a long time, but just looked at Song Beiyun for help. Song Beiyun took Qiaoyun's hand and muttered at the door. Zuo Rou snorted and sat next to Miaoyan in anger: "My family has been sold by this guy, and he doesn't know how to say something nice to me."

"Who did he say good things to?" Miaoyan sighed softly: "I don't know what you are thinking about. If he doesn't anger you, he has done good deeds and accumulated virtue."

"That's true." Zuo Rou thought it was indeed reasonable, but she was still angry and looked up and shouted, "Dog guy, go and cook for me."

Song Beiyun pretended that he didn't hear it, and leaned into Qiaoyun's ear and whispered, "Thank you all these days."

"It's not hard work, it's just a guard, this is my duty." Qiao Yun smiled and said, "But I don't have much money anymore. When I saw a pair of hairpins on the street that sunrise, I..."

Qiaoyun acts coquettishly for a once-in-a-lifetime thing. When Song Beiyun saw her like this, he pointed to the cabinet next to him without saying a word: "The money is all inside, don't hesitate if you want to buy anything. Our family has a lot of money."

After saying that, Song Beiyun pinched her nose, turned to Zuo Rou and said, "You can deal with it tonight. I have to have official duties."

"I came to look for you specifically, are you going to leave?" Zuo Rou came out without any hesitation: "No!"

Song Beiyun chuckled, then swayed his clothes and walked out of the door.

Zuo Rou stomped her feet hard and looked at Miaoyan with grievance: "Look at him!"

Miaoyan shook her head, then turned over and lay on the bed: "Call me when the meal is ready, and I'll sleep for a while."

Song Beiyun left the yard. After Miaoyan finished speaking, he planned to do something bold, so he rushed straight to the Imperial City Office, and after entering, he ordered the person on duty to summon people to come.

In less than half an hour, except for the masters guarding the palace, the Imperial City Department gathered, with more than 800 people in front and behind. Looking at these fierce spies, Song Beiyun waved his hand and said, "Go."

The group followed Song Beiyun to the manor mentioned by the young master of the Wang family. After arriving, they heard the crowds of people inside, and the slightest sounds were heard. During this period, there were also the laughter of a woman and the unrestrained cry of the man.

“Fence up.”

Song Beiyun came to the door with a cold face and knocked on it. After a while, a servant who looked like a servant opened the door. After seeing Song Beiyun's outfit, he was stunned for a moment, but before he could speak, he was pressed on his face and pushed aside.

Immediately afterwards, Song Beiyun led his three or five good hands into the manor and saw that there were shadows in the lobby in the middle, and the house was filled with smoke. It was winter, but many people were sitting in it with their breasts exposed. Some women in coquettish clothes were swimming with those people. The smell of wine, smoke and lewd taste were about to come out.

"Imperial City Department handles the case."

Song Beiyun scolded, but he seemed to have not heard it in the room. A few people looked at him a few times, but turned around and threw themselves into the wine pond and meat forest.

"Imperial City Office handles the case!" Song Beiyun raised his tone: "Everyone is dressed neatly and comes out of it!"

At this time, a young man with a drunken eyes shouted outside: "Oh, I dare to come to Grandpa to act wildly, and I don't see where this is. How can you let such a colorful dog be arrogant?"

The Colorful Dog is a despicable name for the Imperial City Si by the Shilin people. Because the flying fish suits are diverse in color, they are called Colorful Dog, just like calling Song Beiyun a Song dog, which means that it means.

When they saw the colorful dog, they didn't even feel nervous, and they looked like nothing happened.

"The third warning!" Song Beiyun stood in the courtyard with his hand and held the handle of the knife: "Imperial City Department handles the case!"

The people inside still had no intention of paying attention to him. Song Beiyun's face collapsed, and he pulled out his sheath with a knife and slashed it on the lantern next to him. The big lantern fell to the ground and quickly burned.

"Do it! No one is allowed to be left."

The Imperial City Secret agents outside suddenly climbed into the wall from all directions and rushed in. When the people there saw this scene, they immediately woke up. Some of them resisted and some shouted loudly, but more of them screamed.

These playboys whose bodies were hollowed out by alcohol and poisonous gas were no match for these spies. The resistance was just like scratching the surface. In a short while, dozens of people were taken down one by one.

Song Beiyun ordered people to tie them all with a rope, then covered their heads with a cloth bag, connected them into a line and led them out.

These men and women are all dressed in disheveled clothes. Their identities are either rich or noble. They have civil and military officials, merchants and giant crocodiles, and children from all over the country. If it were someone else, they would definitely not dare to do this, but Song Beiyun did it.

He took the man to the prison of the Imperial City Department and locked him up together. He immediately wrote a letter to the Imperial City, and then ordered people to interrogate him overnight and notify their father and brother one by one.

This time, because the White Lotus Sect had just stopped for two days, the city of Jinling was once again full of storms. Many officials blocked the door of the Imperial City Department overnight and asked Song Beiyun to ask for someone, but Song Beiyun bit him to death and refused to let go.

"Song Beiyun, you bully people too much! What crime did my nephew commit? How could you arrest me if you say you want to arrest me?"

"Ha, I want to see how powerful you, a colorful dog, can be. I will go to the official family!"

There were crowds of people outside, and the front hall was full of people, but Song Beiyun didn't care at all and was drinking tea leisurely.

"Master!"

Suddenly, a tender voice came from the window. Song Beiyun turned his head and found that Zhang Qing was protruding his head and appeared there. Seeing that there was no one around, she rolled in through the window.

"What are you doing?"

"I followed my father quietly, tell me that my third brother was arrested." Zhang Qing said carefully: "What crime did he commit?"

"Don't worry about these kids, go home quickly." Song Beiyun glanced at her: "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Tell me first, what crime did my third brother commit?"

Song Beiyun got up and took a cloak from the shelf and put it on her: "No matter how curious you are, you can't run out in your pajamas at night. What the hell are you like?"

"It doesn't matter. If my father finds out, I will definitely not be able to come out, so I came out of the dog hole." After Zhang Qing was wrapped in warm fur, he also breathed a sigh of relief: "Master, tell me."
Chapter completed!