How much was a newspaper worth?
The printing cost of a newspaper was less than ten cents, but once placed in a newsstand, it sold for about one yuan.
Very cheap.
But measuring it that way was one-sided. Chen Shouyi felt that a newspaper's value was not reflected in money at all, but in the value and significance of the news itself. The value of some newspapers simply could not be measured in money.
And this newspaper was clearly one of them.
Chen Shouyi took the newspaper from Chen Xingyue and glanced at the headline:
"Humanity Welcomes a New Era."
"Martial Arts God Chief Chen, Killed the Great Divine Power Savage God, Lord of Lightning, in Yanzhou. The War Is Over!!!"
He said blandly, "At least they didn't make anything up. They just wrote it far too exaggeratedly."
When he looked up, he saw the worshipful look on Chen Xingyue's face.
The news of Chen Shouyi's return spread quickly. That afternoon, several high-ranking military and government officials from Zhonghai City came together to pay him a visit.
He keenly sensed that everyone's attitude toward him had undergone subtle changes.
Awe, fear, caution.
Although this situation had existed ever since he slaughtered a god, it had never been as obvious as it was today.
If Chen Shouyi had once been one man standing in for an entire nation, now he was one man standing in for the entire Earth. His formidable strength and influence had established his transcendent position in the Great Xia Nation.
That evening, Chen Shouyi hung up after the president's call of concern.
He suddenly felt a little unaccustomed to it.
"Ah, I suppose I can only blame myself for being too strong!" Chen Shouyi sighed for perhaps the umpteenth time as he gazed at the smokestacks belching