When Wu Anchi left the Wen Mansion, he sighed.

"Why does Taishi Wen always dislike me..."

He remembered that when Fu Bi was here, every time Fu Han saw him, there seemed to be some contempt in his eyes.

It's just that Mr. Fu Han usually doesn't show it.

However, all the disciples of Duke Fu Han unanimously distanced themselves from each other after Duke Fu Han took over the throne.

Wu Anzhi was a little irritable.

Wen Yanbo and Fu Bi were both old foxes who had grown up in the imperial dynasty.

These two people have always disliked him.

This always makes Wu Anzhi feel a little uneasy.

Do you feel like you have done something huge wrong?

But what did I do wrong?

Wu Anchi thought seriously, but couldn't figure out what he had done wrong?

"Selling newspapers... selling newspapers..."

In the distance, Wu Anchi heard the childish cries of children.

"The Bianjing Newspaper just published today..."

"Jiaozhi surrendered, paid a tribute of one million dan of rice every year, and sent his brother to the court to apologize!"

Wu Anzhi suddenly became a little irritable after hearing this.

Just in time, the two newsboys, holding a stack of thick tabloids that smelled of ink, came to him. Seeing that he was wearing an official's green robe and had a fresh face, they immediately came up to sell them.

"Official, do you want to buy a copy of the Bianjing Newspaper?"

"With only five yuan, you can buy the latest news from the government and the opposition, and you can also know the prices of various places in Bianjing, as well as the good places to eat, drink and have fun in Bianjing."

Bianjing Xinbao is currently developing extremely magnificently.

The number of printed copies per issue has now reached 20,000.

At its peak, it exceeded 50,000.

Such a large circulation is naturally due to the fact that this tabloid is very down-to-earth.

Except for news, most of the pages are devoted to daily life.

It not only contains gossip about state affairs, but also includes daily necessities, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, and tips on eating, drinking, and having fun.

Today, Bianjing News is not only popular among Bianjing people.

Along with officials and merchants from various places, his influence spread to states and counties all over the world.

Bianjing News has become a window for outsiders to understand the situation in Bianjing.

However, these two newsboys found the wrong person, and Wu Anchi was already in a bad mood.

He then looked at the two newsboys in patched rough clothes. They were about eleven or twelve years old, with bright red faces and jet-black eyes. They were healthy and confident, and their eyes were bright and seemed to be shining.

This stung Wu Anchi.

It reminded him of the way Wen Yanbo looked at him...

Dislike, disgust, reject a thousand miles away.

It also reminded him of Fu Bi's vague alienation from him when he was still alive.

Now, even the two newsboys dared to look directly at him.

Who do you think he is?

He knew the origins of the newsboys hired by Bianjing Newspaper.

They are all orphans!

They belong to the lowest group in Bianjing City, the most hopeless and the most easily bullied.

In the past, hundreds of people in Bianjing would freeze to death and starve to death every year.

When seeing someone like him in the yamen, they would only kowtow to please him or stay away from him.

Where do you dare to look at him directly? Where do you dare to talk to him?

Wu Anchi suddenly felt humiliated.

He is a very sensitive person by nature.

Otherwise, his married wife would not be in trouble to the point where the whole world would know about the discord.

As a result, his mind collapsed.

"Who are you talking to?" Wu Anzhi reached out angrily and waved at the two newsboys who had the audacity to look directly at him.

"I am the yamen of the prime minister's family!"

Yes, he is the yamen of the prime minister’s family!

Born with a golden key in his mouth.

Born to be superior to others!

Poor two newsboys, they are only eleven or twelve years old, they have only had enough food for three to five months, and their bodies have not been fully restored yet, so they are held in the hands of an adult like Wu Anzhi, who is over five feet five inches tall, leaving nothing behind.

He stretched out his hand and slapped his face.

Snap!

Suddenly, the cheeks of the two poor children became swollen.

Then, they cried loudly.

Things happened so fast that Wu Anchi's followers didn't even react. They saw their master, roared and beat the faces of the two newsboys until they were swollen.

They immediately gathered around, looked at the two newsboys, threatened and yelled: "Get out! Get out!"

"Don't even look at the robes worn by my officials!"

The colors of submission in the imperial dynasty are arranged in order of green, purple, and green.

Selected people wear green, officials in the capital wear green, waiters wear red, and chief ministers wear purple.

Wearing a green robe means that you are an official in Beijing.

There are only 2,800 people in the whole world combined.

Generally, only civil servants who are magistrates of a state or above are qualified to wear green robes.

The officials in his family are still the yamen of the former prime minister’s family!

The status is even more unusual!

How dare two mere children from nowhere dare to come into contact with an official of their own?

Eat the bear's heart and the leopard's courage!

If this was in Huazhou, he could be arrested directly, put in prison, and treated well.

It's a pity that Wu Anzhi is still his follower.

But they have all forgotten a key question - these newsboys, who walk the streets and alleys of Bianjing City, peddling everywhere, why have they never had any problems so far?

It can even be used in all streets and alleys without anyone coming or going.

Are the gangsters in Bianjing City unable to carry the knife?

Or are the corrupt officials in Bianjing City silent?

The two newsboys, after a brief moment of panic, remembered the education they had received in the school and Bianjing Newspaper.

Chief Editor Hu's words rang in their ears.

"You eat official meals, wear official clothes, sleep on official beds, and read official books!"

"You are members of the official family. Don't cause trouble outside, but don't be afraid of trouble either!"

"When something happens, blow the whistle."

The rules of Bianjing Xinbao are strict.

Even the quilts are required to be folded into tofu pieces. If the folds are slightly out of place, they will not be able to eat for the whole day and will be forced to stand.

If you do something wrong, you will be severely punished, and in serious cases, you will be expelled.

Fired?

The two newsboys recalled their wandering days.

The fear of starvation, displacement, and helplessness trumped all else.

So, they cried loudly, and then blew a special porcelain whistle hung around their necks hard.

Beep... beep beep... beep beep beep... beep beep beep...
To be continued...