After bringing the flashy young man back to the office, Chen Yu called his employees over and said, "I have an announcement. I'm planning to set up an outsourced team specifically to deliver magazines and periodicals, gather feedback, and so on. Does anyone have any objections?"
Editor-in-Chief Lei wasn't the least bit surprised to see Chen Yu and Wang Shanzhang bring the flashy young man back.
He had known all along that Chen Yu and "Wang Jingting" would intervene, so he nodded calmly. "No problems there. As it happens, I have something to report too. The nearby newsstands have refused to stock our publications."
"Huh? What's going on?" Chen Yu asked in confusion.
"People had been trying to choke us off, remember? But Jingting killed quite a few of them, and we hadn't heard anything from them for a while."
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"Indeed." Wang Shanzhang toyed with his beard, looking rather proud.
"But bureaucrats never stop making trouble. Now that our Heaven Origin Miscellany is getting more and more popular, their urge to cause trouble will only grow stronger."
"I can understand that," said a Grand Confucian who had come over to listen. "I used to have a colleague like that. If you didn't come pay him a little tribute, he'd make your life miserable even if it killed him. And once you went around him and got things done, his twisted resentment made him want to slaughter everyone involved."
The Grand Confucian abruptly clapped his hands and imitated his colleague's expression, saying through gritted teeth, "If I let you get away with that, what's the point of being an official?"
"Exactly." Editor-in-Chief Lei nodded. "But they can't do it openly anymore. People are still somewhat afraid of dying, after all. So now they've adopted a strategy of noncooperation. Simply put,