Yuan Mudan smiled indifferently and said nothing.

Xiao Wuyi was very excited. She had no other purpose today, just to see her husband pretending.

As these ladies entered Fengfei Tower through the side door, the gate of Fengfei Tower opened. Although there were many people, they were in order. This did not require command. Of course, no one dared to command.

Changsun Wuji and the others advanced, followed by famous and prominent families, and then these noble children. Li Yi’s mansion ranked second to last. These days, they are not from official positions, but from Qian Dafang and others.

There is no special decoration inside the building. Just like before, there are silk curtains hanging on the second floor and low doors at the entrance of the building. Although it cannot stop anything, it is also a kind of respect for etiquette and law, maintaining the boundary between men and women.

Because the people who came were all nobles and were all elders, they still had basic qualities, so they were very quiet and not as usual, and they could hear the noise of Zhong Lane and Nan Lane.

Even if Han Yi was on stage, he was still very quiet, Qian Dafang and the others wanted to applaud, but when they saw that the big guys in front of him didn't move, they didn't dare to show up.

Han Yi cannot bear it. Speaking in Qianmen is an art. Their silence is tantamount to humiliating Qianmen's art. He vowed to make up the atmosphere.

After the usual thank you words, Han Yi suddenly sighed and said, "I'm going to hide it from you, I have been having a very, very difficult life in recent days, but not because of business, but because of the warmth and coldness of human feelings. I don't know what I did. As for those people hated me so much, I even wanted me to die. I was thinking hard at home for a few days, but I still didn't understand it. Maybe it was because I was too handsome."

Han Yi shrugged helplessly, and finally there was a response upstairs, and he heard a few scatters. Suddenly, he sighed, "Someone in the world slandered me, insulted me, looked down on me, laughed at me, bullied me, and slandered me, how should I deal with it?"

Everyone was slightly stunned, as if thinking about answering. Obviously they had never heard this sentence.

After a while, Han Yi smiled helplessly and continued, "Please bear with him, let him avoid him, be patient with him, let him respect him, and ignore him."

As soon as these words were said, there was a silence in the audience, all of whom were indifferent and meditating. They suddenly felt Han Yi’s inner struggle inexplicably.

Xiao Wuyi leaned against the fence, holding her delicate chin with one hand, and her eyes gradually became wet. She knew Han Yi best and knew the difficulties Han Yi faced.

Yuan Mudan next door was also stunned.

The Xiong brother in the background also wiped his eyes a few emotionally.

This is really a portrayal of Han Yi's arrival in Chang'an.

As a Buddhist, Xiao Rui was obsessed with hearing this and secretly praised him. This kid had too high wisdom and was a good seedling. Next time, he had to talk to him and persuade him to convert to my Buddha.

But in Xiao Wuyi's opinion, there seems to be something missing.

"Let's see him again after today."

Han Yi suddenly added, "It's a loud voice, and the tolerance and humility in Buddhism have disappeared, and there is nothing but a fighting spirit."

"Okay! Well said!"

This last sentence immediately turned the atmosphere around, as if the climax suddenly came. Everyone didn't care too much and applauded.

Qian Dafang and the others stood up. The previous question and answer made people feel too depressed. The nobles all felt very aggrieved. The last eight characters were no different from the finishing touch. This completely hit Qian Dafang and the others' hearts, so they became so excited, including the women upstairs, who were sympathetic.

Xiao Wuyi's eyes were filled with excitement.

Xiao Rui sighed and said very regretfully: "It shouldn't be just too young and energetic!"

Buddhism emphasizes tolerance, not earning.

But no matter what, the atmosphere suddenly came up.

Changsun Wuji and Chu Suiliang are both old people and don’t like the noisy environment very much, but they can understand the applause, and they are indeed very good at speaking and smiling.

Little thing! Playing with me in silence? Han Yi is very proud, and his skills are still there!

After the applause subsided, Han Yi coughed lightly and said, "If it were just me, I might leave or give up, but there are so many people who rely on me to eat, so I must fight back, and it's today."

This is a very powerful statement! If we are not afraid, we just do it.

Han Yi changed his tone and said, "After more than a year ago, I traveled thousands of miles with my brothers and came to Chang'an. I had no relatives and no reason. Fortunately, Duke Guan Guo felt sorry for us and asked us to stay in his house temporarily. Otherwise, we would probably have to sleep on the streets. However, more than a year later, I owned the entire Beixiang Market. In the eyes of many people, this is incredible, but it happened. How did I do it? I believe everyone knows that it is creation. It is creation that spares no effort, creation for guests, creation for the people, creation for the country, and creation for His Majesty.

From the beginning of the drama, lottery, discount, to Xiong Feili, Jingjing loom, to the VIP card behind, the voice of the Tang Dynasty, these are all miracles created by me and my friends. It is precisely because of this that I think my North Lane and I are invincible. You can seize my land, my money, my hands and feet, but you can never seize my wisdom, and my wisdom is my winning weapon."

Almost everyone agrees with this. Han Yi’s origin and background are really a miracle to be the owner of Beixiang, and he really relies on one creation after another.

Han Yi laughed and said, "A few days ago, I heard many people think this battle between ants and elephants, but I don't think so. I think it is a battle between masters and apprentices. Whether it is the two markets or the Yuanjia Market, they are all imitating our Beixiang. Whether it is their business philosophy, VIP cards, good voices, or some preferential strategies, they are all imitating our Beixiang."

Speaking of this, he changed the subject and said, "However, our North Lane has been imitated, but has never been surpassed. They naively thought that Master would teach them all his abilities. As far as human nature is concerned, Master would always hide some tricks. Today I plan to make some creations that they cannot imitate."

Zheng Shanxing laughed in a low voice: "It seems that Brother Han really plans to give up this time."

Wang Xuan said: "He has no way out."

When Chu Suiliang heard this, he admired Han Yi a little and smiled and said, "This kid is really bold!"

He openly compared the Yuan family to his apprentice with a contemptuous attitude, which is simply a slap in the face of the Yuan family!

He is much bolder than you think! Changsun Wuji muttered to himself, "Whoever dares to get along with him and His Majesty is Han Yi, compared to what is this."

Yuan Mudan upstairs was also embarrassed. Many people around him cast strange gazes at her, but only Xiao Wuyi was obviously mocking her.

But she couldn't refute this, it was indeed the case.

I saw a few people coming up from the stage, carrying a long table. Everyone quickly looked at what baby it was?

But I was very disappointed and saw a few items on the long table, stones, bamboo, cloth, and paper.

Han Yi said: "The ancient books say, "Only the parents of heaven, earth, and all things, and only the spirits of humans and all things. But where is the spirit of all things reflected? I think it is language and words, and it is language and words that make us humans unprecedentedly powerful. We must cherish it and give full play to our advantages."

As he said that, he picked up the stone and said, "So our ancestors carved the words on the stone wall to communicate with others, but the stone wall could not move and could not communicate with more people. Therefore, our ancestors wrote the words on bamboo pieces. This was a very big progress, but it was not enough, because we had more and more words, and the bamboo books became heavier as a result."

He picked up the cloth again and said, "So our ancestors wrote the words on the silk, but writing on the silk is not easy to write. Good is too expensive, it is just money. It is too wasteful. If you write a few words, you will have no need to eat supper."

He picked up the hard yellow paper and said, "So our ancestors invented paper again. From the Eastern Han Dynasty to the present, I hold the best paper today, very expensive, but this paper is too hard and not easy to fold, and the experience has many disadvantages. The most important thing is that it is not easy to compile into a book. Today I want to announce to the world that this paper is about to be eliminated because we have created a better paper in North Lane."

This is the truth. He thinks that this paper can be used to do poker and write? It's simply a kind of suffering, and it's hard to wipe your butt.

There was an uproar in the audience.

The people sitting here are all nobles, that is, literati. They love paper, so they are just like piaoguests and passionate girls.

My heart was surging, and I opened my eyes wide and looked forward to Han Yi.

But Han Yi did not take out that kind of paper, but said, "There is a small cloth bag under your seats. Why don't you open it and take a look."

Without saying a word, everyone quickly reached out to snatch it under their butts.

After a while, I took a small cloth bag from under the seat, and couldn't wait to open it, and took out a small white square from it trembled slightly. When I touched it, it seemed to be thicker than the hard yellow paper. The excitement and disappointment coexisted. I have never seen this color of paper, but it was a little thicker and too small. This was disappointment.

But soon, they found that the paper was folded, and kept opening and opening. After a while, everyone held a piece of square paper about one foot long in their hands. It was shiny and shiny, touched, slippery as spring water, and as fine as silkworm cocoons.

These literati and scholars were about to burst into tears, as if they had found a treasure, and they gently stroked and looked carefully.

Changsun Wuji and Chu Suiliang looked at each other, their eyes full of shock.

This came so suddenly.

Han Yi smiled secretly when he saw them like this.

In his opinion, Xiong Feili and Jingjing weaver were better than paper and ink, but at that time it only caused a small response in the rural areas outside, and it passed quickly. Because the nobles who controlled public opinion almost didn't care about this matter, he kept thinking about what the nobles liked. After observing and observing, he finally figured out that it was nothing more than pen, ink, paper and ink.

There were suddenly bursts of laughter coming from upstairs.

It turns out that there are a few words written on this paper - for the first time we met, please take care of it.

The laughter from the audience also arose.

"This ink—!"

Suddenly, someone was shocked.

This person is Zheng Shanxing.

Han Yi smiled and said, "Young Master Zheng is really wise and wise. Yes, our Beixiang not only created the most advanced paper in the world, but also created the best ink in the world. As for whether what I said is true, I believe everyone will know at a glance."

The purple-black ink color has a delicate luster, which is definitely the ink that everyone dreams of.

Many people’s hands are inexplicably itchy, and they just regret not having a pen in their hands!

Suddenly, an old man stood up and said furiously: "It's outrageous. Who wrote this? It's really a waste of this good paper and ink."

Many people also made such protests.

This feeling is like a warrior seeing someone using an ancient treasure knife to chop firewood.

This is unbearable!

Han Yi was not embarrassed at all this time and immediately said: "This is written by my friend Shen Xiao."

Shen Xiao, who was sitting in the backstage, couldn't help but curse and became a liar, Han Yi.

Even so, these celebrities and noble families secretly thanked that they had come, otherwise they would have missed this wonderful moment and folded it carefully and put it in their sleeves. This would definitely not be returned to Han Yi. It can be written on the back!

But the excitement continues.

Han Yi suddenly took out a small book from his sleeve. The blue book cover was not very moving downstairs because he couldn't see it clearly.

Han Yi shook a few times, and a few clear sounds, and said excitedly: "The book in my hand is made of this kind of paper, which was impossible to complete before. A person's life is very short, and there are so few times left for us to read, but from this moment on, we can put the book in our sleeves, no matter when, anywhere, even when we are in the cottage, we can take it out and read it."

The excitement continued, and he heard him excitedly: "Not only that, this book was printed by our Beixiang using the latest printing method. Our Beixiang Zai has the ability to print a large number of books, striving to let more people see the books they want to read."

Applause is thunderous!

This time it was not Qian Dafang and the others, but Xiao Rui and others who love books. For them, this was simply a book of their dreams.

At this moment, Han Yi is their God and the Creator.

They never found Han Yi so cute and handsome.

Brother Xiong, Ono, Si Meng and others were excited to slap their palms red, and a sense of pride in Beixiang people arose.
To be continued...