I write novels in the East Palace

When Zhou Chengyi received the second issue of the magazine, he was finishing the first half of the stealth scroll, which can be said to be a small climax.

Wang Min sought help but was rejected by all his relatives and friends. He was deeply shocked and regretted what he had done. Even he himself began to question his own existence.

He was hit several times and three times, and he was about to be knocked out of his wits.

However, at this time Qi Feng came to the door and said that he didn't want him to disappear and wanted to help him stay.

【"Isn't my demise according to your wishes, why do you show your kindness at this time?" Wang Min said viciously, his eyes seemed to be poisoned, and he didn't believe him.

Qi Feng also faced it coldly, but said: "I just did this to protect myself. If I wanted you to die, I would have killed you on the spot."

"There are eggs under the nest? If you die, how can I live alone?"]

The first half of the story came to an abrupt end when Qi Feng's weird words that seemed to be a confession and full of murderous resentment.

Although Zhou Chengyi thinks that his writing style is not bad, but at this time, if he is a modern person who has suffered from online novels, he must have realized something from Qi Feng's words. Looking back, he can find many details between the lines to prove it.

But for Pu Lao's "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio" which is still more than a hundred years old, it can be said to be very novel.

It is estimated that there are very few people who will guess from the perspective of scientific materialist dialectics.

Zhou Chengyi is very satisfied with the new manuscript, whether it is the content or the words.

Then his happiness lasted less than half a quarter of an hour, and it burst in the second issue of the magazine that Fu Qian, a profiteer, sent.

"How long does it take to post the first issue? I will post the second issue. The donkeys in the production team dare not do this!" Zhou Chengyi was heartbroken at the sudden explosion of his manuscript deposit box, and once again had the familiar fear of being shrouded in deadlines after a long absence. .

"Evil capitalist, you have no heart!" He clutched his heart and raised his head to the sky and scolded, countless swear words flashed across the screen in front of his eyes.

Fortunately, he soon got some redemption in the manuscript fee sent along with him.

Zhou Chengyao asked someone to come forward and put the tray on the table, and then lifted the red cloth on it, and the golden light stung Zhou Chengyi's eyes.

Zhou Chengyi almost subconsciously spit out "Fuck".

He stared roughly, there were almost 23 ingots of small gold ingots, and he quickly turned his head to rub his eyes after ordering.

Although Fu Qian is very good at squeezing employees, he is still very generous when paying wages, and he has attached a detailed financial income and expenditure statement for inspection and verification.

Zhou Chengyao is checking the accounts one by one:

"One-third of the content of "Fox Dream" was published in a periodical, totaling 120 characters, counted as 500 taels, and the manuscript fee was paid 750 taels; the income from the magazine sold out was a total of 220 taels, excluding the production costs and manuscript fees The net profit of payment and other activities is more than 230 taels, and the income according to the share is [-] five taels and seven hundred taels, and the total of the two items is [-] taels."

Zhou Chengyao pointed to the pitiful tael of silver ingot surrounded by gold ingots and cornered.

One gold is equal to ten silver, and one silver is equal to one thousand coins.

Zhou Chengyi, who didn't know the price of this dynasty at first, suddenly realized it after converting it into gold, and was dumbfounded at the same time.

He knew that the profits of ancient books were huge, and double the premium was not out of the ordinary, but he never expected that such a profit could be made!

So far, the only thing he has written and contributed is the Yin Bing Juan of "Fox Dream", which is about 16 words. Last time, he paid nearly a hundred taels for the manuscript, and this time he paid another five taels for the publication of the magazine. According to this price, the three issues of "Fox Dream" are almost [-] taels.

Rounded up, this is 12 taels of gold!

Although there is no such thing as a thousand words of gold, there will soon be a thousand words of gold.

But... why so much?

"...Brother, let me take a look." Zhou Chengyi stabilized his surging heart, reached out and asked for the report.

He swept his eyes and found that although the report was not as neat and multifaceted as the modern ones, even if there was no line chart or anything, it was written in every detail.

It includes several important items, including cost, pricing, number of printed copies, total profit, payment of manuscript fees, and distribution.

Zhou Chengyi finally understood why there were so many divisions, "The number of printed copies is [-]?!"

Fifteen thousand may not sound like a lot in modern times. For a well-known author, it is probably the amount of the first print, let alone a magazine.

But in this day and age, [-] is a very bold number that would be said to be greedy.

The capital city is the most prosperous city in the entire Xiao Kingdom under the foot of the emperor, with a total population of about one million, among which there are more than 20 sergeants, and those who can read and write may not even have one-tenth of the remaining population. No.

Most of these people are students and poor scholars.

Even though movable type printing has begun to be used among the people, and the price of books has dropped directly from the previous dynasty's thousand-wen volume to tens of hundreds of yuan, it is still not everyone in an era when ordinary people's household income is generally twenty thousand yuan per month. They can and dare to spend such a large amount of money to buy books.

Under such circumstances, fifteen thousand copies were published in only one city, which is really unimaginable.

The point is, looking at the accounts, they were really sold!

I don't know what method Fu Qian used.

Zhou Chengyi was really curious.

However, Fu Qian was not here so he couldn't give him an answer, and Zhou Chengyi also saw the huge difference between the cost of production and the price, and deeply realized what kind of capitalist Fu Qian was.

Of course, for those who work for him, the wages are already quite high at the market price, and it is too late for them to be grateful.

"This Fu Qian should really change his surname to Ma." Zhou Chengyi complained silently.

Zhou Chengyao was puzzled: "Why?"

"Because anyone with the surname Ma will make money." For example, the boss of a certain penguin, a certain Ali, and a certain insurance company.

"So that's how it is." Zhou Chengyao laughed, he thought Zhou Chengyi was talking about a wealthy businessman he didn't know.

He has recuperated in the mansion all year round, and he doesn't pay attention to those things, so he doesn't say much.

Zhou Chengyi continued to look at the form, and his eyes stopped for a moment on the division.

Fu Qian, who was in charge of manual publicity and publishing, accounted for [-]% of the share, Zhou Chengyi, who only came up with an idea, got [-]%, and [-]% was shared equally by Zi Gu and the white-clothed scholar—both Zhou Chengyi and Zhou Chengyi had seen it in magazines. Name, the white-clothed scholar seems to be the editor-in-chief.

In the last [-]% column, the word "tribute" was stamped in red.

Zhou Chengyi guessed that this [-]% should be turned over to his cheap father's private treasury, and it is estimated that it is not counted in the annual tax.

Fu Qian was able to do business at the foot of the capital, and possessed countless assets without overturning his car. Obviously, he knew the truth of leaning on a big tree to enjoy the shade, and what tree could be more reliable than the emperor?

Zhou Chengyi was really envious of being able to share so much money without doing anything, and even thought that if he worked hard, he would get rid of his cheap father and brother, and simply ascend the throne.

However, this thought only occurred for a moment, and was quickly forgotten by him.

Without him, the fact that he has to get up early every day is enough for him to choose to give up.

It is not easy to be an emperor in a feudal dynasty. You must know people and make good use of them, but also check and balance courtiers. When to use which policy and what policy to use is knowledge.

If one can't do it well, the foreign relatives will be involved in politics, or if the eunuchs are in charge, they are very likely to be like the fifth prince. After ascending the throne, the emperor also does it, but he dies in his prime. Put a green hat on you.

If you are angry, I will ask you if you are angry.

Of course, Zhou Chengan deserved that scumbag.

Who told him to give Shen Ping a bad check for the queen's position, turned around and became the emperor and refused to cash it, and even made her a concubine on the grounds that she was a concubine, and married the queen Bai Yueguang.

Although Zhou Chengyi didn't know how the plot would develop, but judging from Shen Ping's disposition of directly killing the original owner, Shen Ping just gave his cheap brother a cuckold instead of strangling him to death after being played with emotions and body and mind like this , is already very kind.

Of course, it is not ruled out that Shen Ping wants to strangle to death, but because Zhou Chengan wears a dragon robe and has a crab shell, she has no way to kill with one blow, so she can only resort to retaliation.

There are only two easy ways to be an emperor:

Either it is a reincarnation full of European spirit, grandfather and father are hard-working and awesome kings, even if they are a little bit, they can have a prosperous life for nothing, otherwise, the prosperous world may turn into chaos in an instant, and life and death will be a world of ice and fire.

Or just be a stupid king, cultivate immortals, practice alchemy and enjoy pleasure, no matter what the court situation is, a stupid king must look like a stupid king.

Zhou Chengyi, who was imprisoned after transmigrating, is obviously an undisputed authentic non-chief, and he has no interest in being a faint king.

Moreover, as a modern person, most of what he has learned, thought and thought is different from that of the ancients. Let him take the stage, and he might become the second Wang Mang.

Migrant workers have a working spirit, they don't have golden fingers, and they don't have an overly clever mind. Traveling is just a place to work.

Zhou Chengyi's mood calmed down, and he felt very at ease with the reward he got for his hard work.

"Brother, old rules, you take the rest." Zhou Chengyi divided the gold ingots into two piles, and pointed to the one with the most.

Zhou Chengyao frowned, "You take it, I don't need it."

"Brother, it's useless for me to hold so many, it's better to buy medicine for your treatment."

Zhou Chengyi put away his pile, touched the gold ingot reluctantly, and seeing that Zhou Chengyao didn't reach out, he asked Lin Dong to help collect it.

"Brother, don't want it, the money is for use! You think if you don't tell me, I don't know that you are sick again, and your hands are cold."

He was smiling as he spoke, and the gesture of waving his sleeves did not show the attachment to money just now. He said with a big face, "If you are poor, you will be alone, and if you are rich, you will benefit the world. Money is for use! Brother, use it first Then, use the rest to donate to others, and treat it as—doing good deeds and accumulating virtue.”

Zhou Chengyao was stunned, he didn't expect to be seen out, obviously he hid it very well, even the princess didn't see it out.

That's all, I was extremely moved and ashamed in my heart, and nodded in agreement, "Okay, I listen to you."

After counting the accounts, Zhou Chengyi read through the readers' comments selected and sent by Fu Qian, among which his favorite was naturally written by Zi Gu.

No one doesn't like to be praised, especially in such a comfortable way so far.

Reciprocating courtesy, Zhou Chengyi also replied with a book review of his travel notes, and sent out the palace with his stolen manuscript and a letter of protest to Fu Qian, a rubbish capitalist....

In the early morning of the next day, the servants of the prince's mansion delivered the things, and Fu Qian who got the letter came to the guest room of his mansion.

Fang Guanyan has been living here since yesterday, just to be able to read that letter as soon as possible.

And unless the letter came, even if he knocked on the door, Fang Guanyan would not let him in.

"It's really too much." Fu Qian was very dissatisfied with his approach.

Fang Guanyan originally planned to let him in, but after hearing his words, he almost turned around and shut him out.

Fang Guanyan was very satisfied with the book review of Travel Notes, but felt that his husband underestimated himself too much.

The effectiveness of the article "Fox Dream" has just begun to ferment, and it will not reach its peak until the finale is published, and it will definitely cause some turmoil at that time.

Fu Qian also finished reading the letter he wrote to himself, feeling a little distressed: "The man explained in the letter that to make money, because of the sustainable development strategy, it is best to have a fixed publication time for the magazine, especially once a month is the best."

"Zigu, what do you think?"

Fang Guanyan nodded, "The format of the magazine has been released to the public, and there must be people who see the benefits to follow suit. Within a month, it will spring up like mushrooms after rain."

Fu Qian understood what it meant. In such an environment, who can stay and who will be eliminated, naturally depends on the quality of the articles. He publishes continuously like this. It was okay at the beginning, but he will naturally exhaust himself after a long time.

"But is the monthly magazine too long?" Fu Qian asked, "Isn't it like the [-]th edition?"

Fang Guanyan: "Yes."

Before Fu Qian left, he specially asked for the book reviews written by the two, "I want to make a new issue of "Reader Reviews", which will publish these book reviews. Of course, it must be attached to "Chang'an" now, so I will make two sample issues first and follow it." It comes as a gift, first look at the wind reviews and then consider one or two."

Fang Guanyan: "Remember to pay the manuscript fee."

Fu Qian: "When did I forget about you?"

Fang Guanyan added: "He can't forget either."

Fu Qian suddenly felt his teeth ache: "You are really stupefied!"