The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Two figures stood on the two-foot-high palace wall of the Wan Guoyuan.

One was wrapped in black bear skin, and the other was tightly wrapped in snow-white fox fur.

The wind and snow was calling, Cheng Saburo, who was wrapped in a bearskin, looked around. Although it was already winter, the construction of the palace had to be stopped because of the snowfall.

But now, after almost a whole year of construction, the entire Palace of Nations has begun to see its scale.

Within the range covered by the tall gray-white palace wall, the foundations of more than a dozen main buildings have been laid. Only after the beginning of spring in the coming year, pouring will begin as soon as possible.

Here, the various characteristic architectural models of the global village are naturally included, and even the topography is planned by Cheng Saburo according to the approximate outline of the world map.

Of course, the permanent residence of the great Chinese nation is naturally in the most central position of the entire World Garden.

"Although the outline of the construction has only been completed, my younger brother has already begun to look forward to the day when this park is built.

If it can be built as exquisite as on the drawings, you can travel all over the world without leaving your house. It is exciting to think about it. "

Cheng Chubi took a look at Li Ke. He felt that Li Ke would definitely hope that in every scenic spot, there would be a young lady from the corresponding region who sneered her head.

Only in this way can he stay at home. Hey, why does the adjective stay at home feel a bit crooked here?

Just when Cheng Saburo was thinking about it, Deng Chengxin ran over from below the city wall and shouted loudly while standing under the wall.

"San Gongzi, Mr. Zheng Er of the Zheng family asked for a meeting at Zhengjiazhuang, saying that there was something important and he wanted to discuss with San Gongzi."

"What can that guy do for you?" Li Ke couldn't help but looked at Cheng Sanlang curiously.

Cheng Chubi happily slapped Li Ke on the shoulder. "Nine out of ten, it must be for the "Luoyang Peony Elegant Collection" series."

Hearing this, Li Ke's eyelids jumped wildly. He naturally appreciated the "Luoyang Peony Collection" series.

Unfortunately, they only performed the Luoyang Peony Pavilion on the day of the Luoyang Peony Festival. As the first author Shandong Song Yu and the second author Changan Pan An, they really can’t find a far-fetched reason to go to the "Luoyang Peony Collection" ".

"Brother Chubi, the second Zheng is afraid that the person who came is bad."

"Haha, what about being unkind? Can I still be afraid of him?" Cheng Chubi snorted and strode towards the bottom of the city wall.

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Master Zheng Er is sitting in a warm tea shop at the moment, but the warmth of the body can't make him feel comfortable.

His heart is still rehearsing repeatedly, thinking about how to have a good chat with Cheng Saburo.

Without asking him to wait for a long time, Cheng Saburo, who hurried back, threw the big banquet on his body to the entourage next to him, and then stepped to the second floor.

And Li Ke also followed quickly. After all, they are here. It is okay to join in the fun and not to speak.

"Zheng has seen His Royal Highness King Wu and Xiaocheng Taibao."

"Mr. Zheng Er don't need to be polite, please sit down, I don't know why Mr. Zheng Er is looking for something?"

Looking at Cheng Saburo, who was smiling and calm, Master Zheng Er felt that there was no need to go around with this kind of crude martial artist. It was the best choice to go straight alone.

"Zheng has something and wants to ask Xiao Cheng Taibao. Recently, in Luoyang City, such books have appeared for sale, and they are still flowing out of Han and Tang Commercial Banks."

"I wonder if Xiao Cheng Taibao knows about this?"

"Yes, I know about this. Is there a problem?" Cheng Saburo looked at Zheng's second child with a sincere expression.

Master Zheng Er's eyelids jumped wildly, wishing to make Cheng Sanlang's blood splatter five steps with his eight palms. No problem, what do I do?

Master Zheng Er controlled his irritable mood and barely smiled.

"Xiaocheng Taibao, is this inappropriate? This "Luoyang Peony Collection" is named after my Zheng's bookstore over the past few decades. Wouldn't you, Han and Tang firms doing this seem excessive? Using the name of "Luoyang Peony Elegant Collection"..."

"Mr. Zheng Er, you have a problem with this." Cheng Sanlang chuckled.

"Excuse me, does Datang have a copyright protection law?"

Master Zheng Er looked at Cheng Saburo with a bewildered look, and inhaled with a toothache.

"Banquan Protection Law, what is that?"

"It means that the things printed by your Zheng family are protected by the laws of the court, and no one except you can print them."

"Does Datang have such a rule?"

"It's really not there." Li Ke on the side is worthy of Cheng Saburo's good crotch, interrupting in time.

Cheng Chubi directly haha, looked at Master Zheng Er, and showed the momentum of the most pirated bookseller in the Tang Dynasty.

"Since there is no such thing, why can't it be printed by Hantang Commercial Bank?"

"..." Zheng Lao Er opened his mouth and couldn't hold a fart for a long time. This **** actually told Lao Tzu about the law.

"Mr. Zheng Er, you see, I did this in the Han and Tang dynasties, and neither violated the court's law, it shows that I did this without blame."

"If Mr. Zheng Er feels there is a problem, you can go to the yamen to file a complaint, and my Hantang Commercial Bank will respond to the suit."

"..." Zheng Lao Er looked at the plausible Cheng Saburo's mouth that kept opening and closing. He suddenly felt that it was a mistake to jump over to find Cheng Saburo.

Whether it is playing text or martial arts, he is far from an opponent, UU read www.uukanshu. Coming after a few words, he couldn't even let go of a fart, how awkward this special mother was.

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Master Zheng Er took a heavy step and left Zhengjiazhuang. The most failed business negotiation in his life was born.

Even Te Niang couldn't open her mouth, so she was completely blocked.

Master Zheng Er got into the car with a green face. Only the small iron stove can bring a touch of warmth to his cold heart.

With a gloomy look, he looked at the two books, his eyes wandering again and again, and finally fell on the author's column.

"Shandong Song Yu... Chang'an Pan'an... come here, go and check with the old man quickly. This is the true identity of the people with these two pseudonyms."

"The villain obeyed."

"The old man has nothing to do with Cheng Saburo. I don't believe I can't take care of you two **** who dare to tinker with these things."

Master Zheng Er's gaze was almost flaming, and he stared fiercely at the two pen names, as if his gaze had turned into ten thousand sharp blades, and he wanted to cut the two authors thousands of times.

Master Zheng Er just returned to the mansion, lying in the study, and the delicate maid beats his arms and legs, quietly healing his inner wounds.

At this time, the steward who was sent by him to investigate the two authors has hurried back.

"I found it so soon?" Master Zheng Er couldn't help being a little excited, very much looking forward to it.

The manager's expression was not very good, and he nodded silently, which made him speak quietly.

"It is said that Shandong Song Yu is Cheng Sanlang's pseudonym, and Changan Pan'an is the pseudonym of His Royal Highness Wu."

"!!!"