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Some time ago, the factory in the medical school moved collectively to the river twenty miles away from the school.

Cao Ang took Xun Yu, Ni Heng and others to arrive for more than half an hour. When he got off the car, he saw that there was a wall that was nearly two meters high and about a few miles long.

There is a gate in the middle of the wall, and there is a guard room next to the gate.

Walking through the gate, you will see the living area, dormitory, and canteen.

After passing the living area, you can pass through a gate and see rows of factory buildings.

Xun Yu wanted to take a closer look, but Cao Ang chose a factory without hesitation and walked in.

Xun Yu had no choice but to keep up.

As soon as he entered the door, a vulgar man in his thirties came up, bowed and bowed, and said flatteringly: "I have seen the young master, you are here."

Cao Ang nodded and said to Xun Yu: "This is Li Wei, the manager of this factory."

He also said to the manager: "Take us to the production line and take a look."

The manager hurriedly said, "Please, Young Master."

When I walked in, I saw that there were more than a dozen production lines in the factory and hundreds of workers were busy.

Cao Ang took Xun Yu straight to the production line on the far right.

The first thing that caught my eye when I got to the side was a conveyor belt made of animal skins. There was a person sitting at the end of the conveyor belt, only doing one thing.

Put paper.

The cut A3 paper was placed in front of him, and he picked up one and put it on the conveyor belt. It was done.

The paper was placed along the conveyor belt to a strange machine. The machine fell down and raised it up again. The blank rice paper was printed with words, and then someone took it to the side to print a piece of it.

There are only three people in the entire production line, one who puts paper, one who picks paper, and one who operates machinery.

Xun Yu stepped forward and lifted the paper workers aside, took off the printed rice paper himself, looked at the words on it, and was shocked for a long time without coming back to his senses.

This speed is incredible.

Cao Ang enjoyed his expression of never seeing the world and asked with a smile: "Honor Xun Lingjun, are you still satisfied?"

Xun Yu raised his palm and patted him on his face a few times, shook his head hard, and sighed: "Young Master is so talented, I admire you, but the rice paper has two sides, how do you print the other side?"

Cao Ang turned around, pointed to the production line behind him and said, "That line is specially printed on the back. Manager Li, let me demonstrate it to Xun Lingjun."

The manager Li Wei jogged forward and carried the printed rice paper to another production line. He put the blank side up and printed one and immediately sent it to Xun Yu.

Xun Yu held it in his hand and it hurt even more.

The size and content of the paper are almost exactly the same as those seen in Chen's Mansion, without any difference.

Such speed?

The eldest son is going to drown the person he doesn't deal with with.

With such high efficiency, how can they play with the literati who rely on hand-written books?

After sighing for a long time, I thought of a question and said, "The printed articles are all the same articles. How do you do it if you change them?"

Cao Ang turned his head and shouted, "Liu Wei, Ma Jun."

"Okay." Liu Wei, the manager, opened the wooden box by the wall and took out a wooden board similar to rice paper.

Ma Jun took out a box of small seals as big as chopsticks from the wooden box and pressed them into the groove on the wooden board.

Out of curiosity, Xun Yu picked up a small seal and looked in front of him, which had the word "yes" engraved on it.

Cao Ang explained: "Although there are many Chinese characters, they only add up to tens of thousands, and less than 5,000 commonly used ones. I found the best craftsman in Xu Du and carved each character for me. I just need to print whatever I want to do, just arrange it."

Ma Jun took an article brought back from the county government office, quickly arranged the version, walked to the production line machinery, pulled out a wooden board from below, and replaced it with the one in his hand.

Once again, a new article was born.

Xun Yu was really shocked and said incrediblely: "If you keep printing this, wouldn't you need as many saints' scriptures?"

Cao Ang smiled and said, "I think what you should care most about now is how to deal with these articles scolding you. These production lines work at least four hours a day, and how many copies can be printed in four hours? Have you calculated it?"

Xun Yu: “…”

Only then did he remember his purpose and advised: "Young Master, you are offending the aristocratic family to death. It would be of no benefit to you if you force them into a hurry."

"I know, otherwise why would you invite you to visit?" Cao Ang smiled and said, "But you, Xun Lingjun, are not like a good person who doesn't scold you or fight back. If a poor man writes articles to scold you, you can just scold you back."

"Hmph." Xun Yu said unhappily: "No matter how fast we write, can we print as fast as you print?"

Indeed, the efficiency of six or seven people is faster than that of him finding thousands of scholars to copy at the same time. How can I play?

Cao Ang smiled more and more kindly and said, "Our factory undertakes printing of various publications. One copy costs only two cents, so it's cheap."

Xun Yu was stunned, then cursed angrily: "You actually use the saint's books to make a profit, are you a Confucian disciple who reads the sages' books?"

Cao Ang sneered: "The printed carved plate was invented by Ma Jun and I. What does it have to do with the saint?"

"Besides, your Xun family has ignorant playboys. There can't be a few scums under the saints, so whether to buy them or not?"

Xun Yu looked at the efficient production line, then looked at the articles stacked next to him that were higher than the desktop, and said gritting his teeth: "Yiwen."

Cao Ang said with a smile: "The deal is completed."

Xun Yu: “…”

Damn it, it's high.

Thinking of thousands of articles cursing the aristocratic family being posted at the same time, Xun Yu didn't care about the question of the price anymore and said, "Give me a piece of paper, I'll write it now, print it to me immediately after I finish it."

"No problem." Cao Ang continued: "The market price is five thousand per bill."

Xun Yu: “…”

He was so angry that he could only knock his teeth down and swallowed it in his stomach, saying angrily and hatred: "I owe it."

Soon, Liu Wei took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Xun Yu sat at the table and pondered for a moment, picked up the pen and started writing.

His article is just the norm, and he did not write extreme words like the ban on the First National Congress of Beijing, and focused on the ancestral system of the Han Dynasty.

It is nothing more than abolishing all schools of thought and respecting Confucianism alone.

It is believed that other colleges except Confucian College and Medical College are not necessary to exist.

It is enough for scholars from the Han Dynasty to learn the knowledge of saints, and there is no need to do any strange tricks and tricks.

After writing, he handed it to Cao Ang and said, "No word on it is allowed to be changed."

"Don't worry." Cao Ang said: "I, Cao Ziyou, have always been a fool. After printing it, there is a punctuation mark that is not suitable, and you can refuse to pay the bill."

"Goodbye." Xun Yu bowed and turned around and left. He still had to go back to discuss countermeasures with Chen Ji and the others, and he had no time to waste here.

I suddenly ran back halfway and took the printed stack of newspapers away.

Cao Ang looked at his back, and a trace of color flashed in his eyes.

Ma Jun said worriedly: "Young Master, is it appropriate to tell Xun Lingjun about the printing factory? And to take on their job..."

Cao Ang asked with a smile: "Have you ever played on the seesaw?"

Ma Jun nodded.

Cao Ang explained: "The gap between the seesaw is too big and it is impossible to play. It is fun to be evenly matched. We are watching the fun now, so we are afraid of big troubles?"
Chapter completed!