Only Time Could Solve It

Qin Ming naturally knew something about this group.

After all, when they had sought to promote their newspaper throughout Heyang City, they had conducted extensive research.

Different types of information drew the attention of different groups. If you wanted your newspaper to become the public's first choice as much as possible, it was essential to cater to as many people's tastes as possible.

The proportion of people who had been cast aside by the times was far from small.

To the Qin Ming of that time, such a vast group was naturally an exceptionally appealing pool of high-quality customers.

Just thinking about it made it clear: as some of the earliest cultivators to move into Heyang City, they still owned decent residences within the city.

And because they had caught the wave of people flooding in during the earliest days, so long as they were not excessively lazy and had not picked up any overly extravagant habits, they had basically managed to save up a considerable fortune.

More importantly, because of the limits of their talent, these people had little need to continue cultivating.

After all, a cultivator's upper limit was often visible to the naked eye.

The so-called water dripping through stone was no more than a miracle belonging to a select few.

They had money, leisure, and bad moods.

Those labels practically made them born users.

That was what Qin Ming had initially thought, and he had acted on it.

He spent a great deal of time researching and writing articles related to this group.

They were basically all centered around their inner worlds.

There were encouraging pieces, pieces filled with resentment and indignation, but even more were stories drawn from the little amusing incidents of daily life and the beauty of the human world.

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