Chen Mo frowned, deep in thought.
If the Empress truly is upset with him, she wouldn’t need to leave the Imperial Palace to avoid him.
Moreover, judging by the wording, she won’t be back for a while; it must be something sudden and urgent.
"Could it be that she’s discovered my relationship with Daoist Venerable and rushed to Tianshu Pavilion?"
Just thinking of this made Chen Mo’s back feel a bit cold.
However, the World Gate Key is still cooling down, and he can’t contact Daoist Venerable—he’ll have to wait seven days before doing anything.
"Mr. Chen, are you really going to the Southern Border?" Xu Qingyi asked at this time.
"Since it’s a directive from above, I can’t refuse. I’ll likely depart in the next couple of days," Chen Mo replied.
Xu Qingyi hesitated before remaining silent, her head lowered, and she said nothing more.
Chen Mo retrieved a stack of rice paper from the Heavenly Profound Ring and said, "I’ve written ten episodes of ’Silver Bottle Plum’ in advance, which can be periodically published to avoid discontinuation while I’m away. I certainly don’t want to be cursed as a eunuch."
"Alright, I understand," Xu Qingyi nodded.
"And there’s this." Chen Mo took out several sheets of hard Chengxin Hall paper and said, "Please have Director Xu bind these into a collection and find some reliable publishing houses to print and distribute them."
"This is..."
Xu Qingyi flipped through it, her cheeks suddenly turned red and hot, stammering, "You, you want me to publish this stuff?!"
The hard paper was adorned with exquisite illustrations of various women in glamorous poses, even faintly revealing certain lines!
Unlike the traditional "elegant and delicate" portrayals of maidens, these artworks are extremely detailed and vivid. At a quick glance, they look almost lifelike, with every strand of hair meticulously depicted!
The most notable aspect is the peculiar styling of the women: black silk, fishnet stockings, high heels, tight clothes, long lashes, bright eyes, and hair color with five or six variations!
Combined with seductive expressions and suggestive attire, they exude subtle hints that made even Xu Qingyi’s heart race and cheeks flush!
Additionally, there were plenty of short stories inside, the titles alone were provocatively engaging.
"Madam, Please Behave", "The Fox I Raised Became a Spirit", "The Severely Injured Heroine I Brought Home", "As a Cattle Boy, I Stole the Fairy’s Scented Skirt"...
The content was equally captivating, presented in serialized format, with cliffhangers that kept readers eagerly anticipating the next installment.
"This collection is neither purely art nor solely written works—what exactly does it classify as?" Xu Qingyi asked puzzledly.
"I call it a magazine," Chen Mo replied. "This is the debut issue; primarily aimed at gaining market traction. Pricing can be set low as an initial loss leader."
Xu Qingyi suddenly realized, understanding his strategy.
First, use low pricing to expand reach and gauge responses. Once the market matures, large-scale profit-taking begins.
With the reputation of the "Whip Hero", coupled with these exquisite illustrations and gripping stories... it’s anticipated that this so-called ’magazine’ will cause a sensation like the underwear line in Jinxiu Workshop, becoming a city-wide craze!
"Where does he get all these peculiar ideas..."
Xu Qingyi muttered to herself, unable to deny Chen Mo’s knack for making money.
While Jinxiu Workshop’s underwear targeted upscale women, this collection precisely targets men, exemplifying not just the art of profit, but his understanding of human nature.
"Shouldn’t this magazine have a name?" Xu Qingyi asked.



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