I write novels in the East Palace

The old man didn't yell at him afterwards, he didn't see a single dirty word from the scriptures, but the meaning in it was nothing more than pointing his nose and calling people disloyal, unrighteous, filial and fraternal, everyone was stunned.

When he got to the point of anger, he couldn't help but take off the only shoe left and threw it flying, so frightened that the judge with the shoe print subconsciously hugged his head and shrunk his neck.

It's a pity that because of the interference of the servants, he lost his aim and failed to hit the man's face again.

Among the crowd looking upwards, Zhou Chengyi caught a person who was doing the opposite. He was lowering his head as if he was writing quickly.

Fang Guanyan followed his gaze to see it, and said in a low voice, "That's Zhao Jialou who is in charge of the editor-in-chief of "Chang'an Chaobao." He is also in charge of his manuscript.

Zhaojialou is the one that publishes the fewest books among the four major bookstores in Chang'an. It publishes at most two or three books a year.

However, the morning newspaper published every seven days has never been out of date. It publishes the content only in the official mansion newspaper every three chas and five meetings. Therefore, it has attracted the attention of literati and scholars, and it is quite famous in a small area, and it is barely profitable. It's not like operating with money.

Many people speculate that the person behind it may be an important official in the DPRK and China, but there has been no evidence.

Fu Qian had also investigated before, but there was also no progress. He chose to give up wisely, and never intervened in the court newspaper.

Zhou Chengyi understood, isn't this the reporter on the scene!

The morning newspaper he took seemed to have been published four days ago, and the next issue would have to wait three days later, but it was a pity that he couldn't see it right away. The focus of the news was still on the new characters.

But he can also understand that, after all, the printing cost is there, and it is really not supportive of distributing newspapers every day.

The windows of the Fulu Hall next door were closed again, and the venue was silent for a long time, and the atmosphere was inexplicably weird.

Only Yu Ying said calmly, "Grandfather has always loved me, and he never listened to others' slander. You are all shocked." It seemed that he was used to it.

Fu Qian was also accustomed to it.

Mr. Song is a respectable image on the outside, and because of his experience, people think he should be a depressed old man who is underappreciated for his talents. In fact, he is not in good health and has a bad temper.

The three generations of the Song family are all literati. Although the son of Mr. Song is not as famous as his father and granddaughter, he has written several well-known articles. However, this is such a person, who was beaten by his father when he was over [-] years old. Sleep everywhere.

Fu Qian's father was a well-known scholar and had taken him in several times.

In the end, it was Fu Qian, the boss of the organization and investment, who came forward to solve the matter. He walked up to the high platform and looked around with a faint smile on his face. I don’t know much about talent, I don’t know much about money, I haven’t tasted arty and elegant for too long, I don’t know when the vast number of literati in Chang’an also have the habit of belittling others to elevate themselves?”

"Whose crown should it be, no one else can take it away." Fu Qian spit out a sentence meaningfully, "Gentlemen only value talents, and villains are jealous of talents."

He was smiling all the time, and he couldn't tell he was cursing at all.

Although he was not fired, the judge didn't dare to stay, and slipped away with a hot face.

The reporter at the bottom raised his hand, "Young master, I have a question."

"Are you from the Zhao family building?" Fu Qian recognized him immediately after looking at him, shaking the fan in his palm as if nodding, "Please tell me."

"If there is any offense, you don't have to answer." The reporter bowed politely to express his apology, and then asked, "Is the 'gentleman's meritocracy' just mentioned by the little man just now applicable to Chang'an Bookstore? "

Fu Qian paused for a moment, the question was indeed well-posed.

To say that it is not applicable is to slap yourself in the face. At that time, the stigma of being upright and crooked will be with him and the bookstore for life; The target of public criticism.

No matter which answer it is, it can be called a public platform. If other bookstores are expected to play Tai Chi, they will deal with it perfunctorily.

However, since Fu Qian took over Chang'an Bookstore, has it been attacked less?

"Fu Yulan keeps her word, so it is naturally applicable!" Fu Qian's expression was still meek, but his brows revealed the pride in his bones, and he clasped his fists in a solemn promise, "Chang'an Bookstore welcomes manuscripts from anyone, regardless of gender, age or age. "

"Okay!" Zhou Chengyi and Fang Guanyan spoke in unison to build momentum for Fu Qian. They looked at each other with a smile and clapped tacitly.

In a short while, the Zuichun Tower burst into thunderous applause, and cheers came and went, all saying things like "Young Master speaks loudly and counts".

Naturally, there were those who couldn't hear them, but they didn't dare to challenge them at this time, they just quietly withdrew from the crowd, and only spit in the direction of Zuichunlou after walking a little further.

Zhou Chengyi didn't pay attention to the following competitions, and the troupe members sent by Princess Huimin to find them showed up accordingly. There were not many people, but there were men and women singing in any profession, and most of them were well-known Corner.

They have obviously read the original book of Inception, and each has a role they want to play, and they are quite eager to try.

Zhou Chengyi simply asked someone to close the doors and windows, planning to come directly to an audition.

Princess Huimin voluntarily withdrew from the selection team, "I often listen to dramas, and I have preferences, so I may not be objective."

Luo Yi also retreated to the side, saying that he didn't understand these things at all, so he could just watch the excitement. Pei Yi, who also didn't understand, didn't agree, and rarely said something very reasonable, "If you can't even fool me, then Let's go home, wash up and sleep."

It can be said that he has seen his position very clearly.

However, it was obvious that Pei Yi was overthinking it. It was impossible for someone who could be invited by Princess Huimin to fail in basic skills.

The Yunmenghu was finally chosen to play the role of Meng Lian, a girl who sang Huadan.

This person's appearance and figure are not very good, but he has a pair of lively single phoenix eyes. When he smiles and looks back, he really has the taste of a fox, and he still captures the demonic nature that Yunmeng occasionally reveals.

Another heroine contender is Hua Jianyue who sings in Tsing Yi, the senior sister of Sansheng Liu, a famous actress in the south of the Yangtze River. She has stopped singing operas because of her voice. In fact, she can act better, but her temperament is too gentle and calm. His hostility is not suitable for Yunmenghu when he was young.

It's a pity for Princess Huimin, although Hua Jianyue was disappointed, she was relieved, "It's because my junior didn't want to be decadent, and I heard that the princess has produced a new type of drama that doesn't need to be sung, so I asked this slave to try it out. It is the luck of the slave to be selected, but the life of the slave is not selected."

Fang Guanyan sized her up for a while, then suddenly said, "I think you might try Shen Jue."

Zhou Chengyi couldn't help laughing and said, "Guan Yan and I thought about going together."

Huajianyue's gentle and steady temperament is not suitable for Yunmenghu, but it fits well with Shen Jue. The only worry is that Shen Jue's collapse in the last two scenes may not be able to act.

Princess Huimin also reacted. As soon as she thought about it, she directly reported two scenes. One was the scene where Shen Jue exploded, and the other was the scene where Shen Jue was dying. She even remembered the key lines clearly.

It turned out to be even more familiar than Zhou Chengyi, the original author himself.

"Let's try these two scenes, please let Miss Meng Lian play a role." Zhou Chengyi made a gesture of invitation.

The end result is naturally everyone's happy, Hua Jianyue played Shen Jue very well.

The last scene directly caused Meng Lian to erupt, and wept uncontrollably at the empty chair, "You said we came to the same goal by different routes, but why didn't we talk!"

There are not many characters in Pirates of Dreams. After the leading role is confirmed, the follow-up supporting roles can be relaxed a lot. The characters of the group are very decisive, and they follow through to the end with almost no hesitation.

Those who failed the selection were more looking forward to the play than disappointed, and they deeply felt the charm of the play within half a day of the audition.

It is also because the publicity of the tap water is in place, and the drama is still in the rehearsal stage. Many opera singers and listeners in the capital know about this. They are curious about this new drama, and Princess Huimin is very annoyed. No one was allowed to enter at the door, and those with connections went to Fu Qian directly.

Fu Qian, a profiteer, naturally couldn't let go of such a good opportunity, released part of the news, and then started the pre-sale of admission tickets at Chang'an Bookstore.

It sold out in less than two days.

The situation that Zhou Chengyi was worried about not being able to sell the tickets did not exist at all. The colleagues who came to spy on the enemy accounted for half of them, and the remaining half were in short supply.

Of course this is for the future.

After all the candidates were decided, it was already sunset, Princess Huimin stayed behind to take over the follow-up work with Fu Qian.

Zhou Chengyi originally wanted to go back to the palace by himself, but Fang Guanyan sent him off with him on business grounds.

Before they left, they watched the results of the final. Yu Ying's team won, but they didn't get the best debater.

A window on the second floor was pushed open, and a lady couldn't help shouting, "Don't be sad, Layman, I will get the best in the coming year!" After she finished speaking, she realized what she was doing, and covered her blushing face with a cattail fan.

Yu Ying nodded slightly, and replied earnestly, "I tried my best, and I don't feel sad. Mr. Li's eloquence is indeed better than mine, and Yu Youqing can't afford to lose."

She has a straight back, aloof and lofty.

Zhou Chengyi asked Fang Guanyan thoughtfully, "What do you think of Yu Ying?"

"Great talent, although her daughter's poetry style has found a different way, and she is quite eccentric in her choice of words and sentences, just like Li Changji of the Tang Dynasty."

When Fang Guanyan said this, he paused and said, "However, too much is easy to break."

"Your Highness, it's easy to break the rigidity."

Fang Guanyan looked directly at Zhou Chengyi and repeated this sentence, not knowing whether he was talking about Yu Ying or Zhou Chengyi himself.

Zhou Chengyi listened to these words in his heart, and he couldn't calm down until the night when he started to rewrite the script.

Distraught, he wrote two lines and crossed them out. Finally, he dawdled at the beginning and couldn't continue.

I didn't think much about it on the road before, but now I'm back in the palace and I'm alone, but what happened in the Zuichun Tower today keeps playing out in my mind, and it's hard to express what I think in words.

He actually understood the unfinished meaning of Fang Guanyan's last sentence, not only talking about Yu Ying, but also reminding him that being too ostentatious may bottom out.

Although it was not his original wish, the book "Fox Dream" went in an uncontrollable direction from the beginning, and "Poor Scholar Farming" to be published under the pseudonym of Si Gongzi directly drew him into the vortex of the times. middle.

Nothing is all good or all bad. The development of one thing must be accompanied by the fall of another. Some people will be saved, and some people will fall into hell.

Although an overly radical method is quick and effective, it will make those whose interests are touched jump to their feet, and finally attack them in groups, ending in a miserable end.

Since ancient times, reformers have seldom ended well.

Zhou Chengyi felt that he was not a deep person. He was actually an ordinary novel writer. He caught up with the huge profits of the times and sold the copyright by chance. He also participated in the script adaptation, and he could barely be called a writer.

In the end, he died and traveled through a round without catching up with the trend of the system. He also discovered that the ancients were actually very smart, but their vision was limited by the times.

He is just a member of the crowd, he does not have any destiny, and he does not need to be famous forever.

Zhou Chengyi has always thought this way, but when he looked back, he found that, except for the accident in "Fox Dream", other things were brought up and done on his own initiative.

Promoting the development of literature carriers, reforming education, popularizing modern knowledge and theory... Has he done so many things before he knew it?And that's only half a year.

And this is obviously just the beginning.

That being the case, one more is not much, and one less is not much.

Did Fang Guanyan realize something from the education reform, or saw something from him, so he couldn't help but warn him?

Zhou Chengyi laughed. He resolutely pushed the manuscript of "Fox Dream" aside, spread out a new piece of paper, paused with the wrist holding the pen, and then dropped it again.

With a sharp pen, I wrote four words like the tip of a knife - "The Land of the Ladies".

This is a country where women are superior to men and men are inferior to men. Here, men must observe masculinity, and they cannot show their faces, and they cannot serve meals.

There are also three cardinal guides, five constant rules, three obedience and four virtues here, but the three cardinal guides are the ruler guides the ministers, the mother guides the daughters, and the wife guides the husband; the three obediences refer to the mother when married, the wife when married, and the daughter when the wife dies.

In the early morning light, the first ray of sunlight fell on the lake. There was a wealthy businessman by the pier. The mother-in-law was training her son-in-law, telling him to chop firewood, wash clothes and cook. There was an egg lying in the face, and the mother-in-law poked her head with sharp nails.

"A man who can't bear a daughter is a waste!" the mother-in-law scolded.

Just as she was talking, the pregnant woman headed towards Liujia and led the shy young man walking like flying, and shouted happily, "Mother, the doctor said that the baby is round, it must be a girl!"

"Oh, this is really great! Our old Du's family finally has a successor!" The mother-in-law said happily.

The man at the stove held his son's hand tightly, thinking that the husband and wife had once been deeply affectionate, and felt sore in his heart.

The scene turned to a long alley, the woman brutally dragged her son into a flower building, the old bustard looked critically at the sallow and emaciated child, but in the middle of nine days, someone went up and stripped his clothes.

With a thin body and well-defined ribs, he wanted to cover it with his hands in shame, but was directly opened, clamped, and inspected roughly.

The eyes that fell on him seemed to be picking goods.

The old bustard spat out the melon seeds in his mouth with a "bah", "It's a good thing, it's just good-looking."

"He's only 12 years old, and he can develop well if he eats well." His mother smiled shyly.

"Okay, give him ten taels." The old bustard ordered someone to take the boy down.

The boy realized something, he struggled and cried, "Mom, I will be obedient, I can take good care of my sister, don't leave me here, mother!"

However, the woman's eyes were only on the money she got, and her eyes were full of greed.

The boy suddenly thought that one day several years ago, after his father left home with his mother, he never came back.

Mother said at the time: He went to enjoy the blessing.

A poetry competition is being held in the Xingqiu Hall in the south, and a man sits abruptly among a group of women.

But he is very powerful, and most people in the field are not his opponents.

There are people who respect him, some say he doesn't abide by masculinity, and some say he doesn't respect the three cardinal principles.

Some people talk about him more as a pity, but it is a pity that he is not a daughter.

The banquet of the young masters was much quieter, and they talked about the noisy things these days in twos and threes - I heard that the son of the Wang family was underestimated.

"If it were me, I would have jumped into the river directly. I would have no face to live in this world."

"Why is it not someone else but him? He must be seduced by his dirty clothes."

"My God, how can I live without my virginity?"

There was little sympathy in their words.

……

The sun was setting and the moon was rising, the pier was sparkling, and someone slowly fell into the water, but never got up again.

And the noise of beating the man didn't stop.

"The Land of Ladies" is a short story with less than [-] words. There is no good person in the whole story. The plot is not continuous, and it can even be called jumping. There is a suffocation of breath.

The article seems to be simply describing the scene, like a documentary, without any narration and introduction of the cause and effect, but it seems to have said a thousand words.

Zhou Chengyi finished writing almost in one go, and when he drew the last period and let out a long breath looking at the eloquent handwriting, he realized that his wrists were trembling uncontrollably from writing for a long time.

He pressed his sore wrist and looked up to find that it was already daylight outside.

Then I turned my head and looked at the script that I just wrote at the beginning, thinking in a daze: If Yunmenghu transmigrated to the world of female venerables...

Fortunately, his dangerous thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps from far and near outside.

Someone was coughing in a low voice, and Chang Xia's voice was muffled from a distance outside the door, "Second Highness, please persuade our master, after you came back yesterday, you locked yourself in the study, it has been a night !"

"Ahem, cough, didn't you go in and take a look?" Zhou Chengyao's voice sounded very weak.

Chang Xia said bitterly, "Master told us not to disturb, and slaves dare not go in."

"You cough cough—" Zhou Chengyao became anxious, and coughed violently as soon as his emotions surged.

Right here, the door of the study opened, and Zhou Chengyi stuffed the two manuscripts together into Zhou Chengyao's hands, "Don't vote for "Female Venerable", and the fourth son of "Chang Tian", don't make a mistake."

After all, he went straight back to the study and closed the door.

The two froze for a while, when Chang Xia was about to knock on the door, Zhou Chengyao pushed the door open with his hands, and saw that the person concerned had curled up on Luo Hantai and fell asleep with the quilt in his arms.

Zhou Chengyao heaved a sigh of relief, only then did he feel that the room was a bit cold, so he quickly asked someone to pile up silver charcoal, and then asked someone to take a thick quilt to cover his restless brother.

After doing all this, he didn't leave in a hurry, but sat aside and picked up the stack of manuscripts that were still wet to read.

The writing of "The Land of Ladies" is very shocking. Zhou Chengyao would put it aside after reading it for a long time, but he couldn't let it go because he was thinking about it.

It was so intermittent that he read only ten thousand characters for an hour, and when he saw the last two lines, his chest felt tight and short of breath as if something was stuck in his heart.

He couldn't help standing beside Luo Hantao, looked at Zhou Chengyi's sleeping face, and gritted his back molars: How could he write such a heartbreaking story!It is even more resentful than the extreme contrast between the front and back of Inception.

Zhou Chengyao originally heard that he was out of the palace yesterday and came here to inquire about the situation, but after reading this manuscript, he understood everything. He must have gone to Zuichun Tower yesterday.

The story of Yu Youqing has spread throughout Chang'an, so it can be said that everyone knows it.

Now that Zhou Chengyi writes such a manuscript, I am afraid that he is making use of the topic and deliberately satirizing it.

There is bound to be a bloodbath among literati, and Zhige, the author, is doomed to be criticized verbally and in writing.

Zhou Chengyao was admiring and sighing sadly. It took him a while to open "Poor Scholar Farming", and he couldn't put it down once he opened it.

Zhou Chengyi opened his eyes and sat up. A voice in the darkness said, "Are you awake? Get up and wash up first. I'll ask Lin Dong to bring the food."

Chang Xia, who had been waiting outside, immediately came in with the toiletries.

Zhou Chengyi turned his head and looked at the direction of the speech in a daze. It took him a long time to seem to hear it. He slowly lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He washed his face and brushed his teeth obediently, and then sat down at the table.

The hot meals are already served.

Zhou Chengyao didn't look up from the beginning to the end, even if he was a cute little brother, he couldn't take his eyes off the manuscript.

Suddenly, a voice came from the side, "Does it look good?"

"Looks good." Zhou Chengyao subconsciously nodded and answered, and after a pause, he turned his head and saw Zhou Chengyi coming over at some time, eating with his rice bowl while staring at him expressionlessly, with his mouth full moving up and down .

"Eat or not, sit down properly." Zhou Chengyao turned his gaze back to the manuscript.

Zhou Chengyi had already written quite a long article on "Poor Scholar Farming". In addition to the [-] words submitted, there were more than [-] words left for the manuscript.

After Fu Qian made such a promise in Zuichun Tower, the manuscripts of Chang'an Bookstore will definitely be full in the future. Fu Qian feels that the semi-monthly magazine will affect his performance too much, so he plans to create a supplement to subdivide the audience of the two. By the way, He also plans to wait for the drama to come out and create a quyi magazine. The name is ready-made and it will be called "Yuefu".

You can tell what type of magazine it is just by hearing it.

Zhou Chengyi always felt that Fu Qian was such an idiot, he might create a cross-serial in the supplementary issue of the main issue to attract traffic.

Facts have proved that Zhou Chengyi's guess was correct, and Fu Qian thought so, but for the time being, he was suffering from the fact that his handwriting was not good enough, and he couldn't stand the [-]-word long article published in January.

——The essays of this era are generally relatively short, one is because of classical Chinese, and the other is because of the high cost of printing, editors naturally strive for perfection.

However, Fu Qian is rich and powerful and knows how to do business, and he also intends to promote the vernacular. It is best to let it go to the bottom.

Moreover, the novel written by Zhou Chengyi is indeed novel and brilliant, Fu Qian is very happy.

Zhou Chengyi sat back in his seat, and while eating, he recalled that he seemed to have given both manuscripts to Zhou Chengyao before he fell into a coma, so he asked.

Zhou Chengyao replied, "You didn't say which bookstore you each voted for, so I made my own claim and asked everyone to vote for Chang'an Bookstore. I think you have a different font and a new pen name. It should be because you don't want people to know that it is related to you. I asked someone to send it from the post station, so it must have been sent to Chang'an Bookstore."

"Second brother is the one who knows me." Zhou Chengyi gave a thumbs up and buried his head in the rice with confidence.

After Zhou Chengyi finished eating, Zhou Chengyao finally read all the saved manuscripts, and couldn't wait to ask, "And then? What will happen after the breeding function is opened?"

"As the name suggests, of course it is to raise animals such as pigs, ducks, chickens, and geese." Zhou Chengyi opened his mouth and said, "For example, when raising pigs, the piglets must be castrated first."

"Do you still want to be castrated?" Zhou Chengyao shuddered instinctively when he heard this word as a man, he sat up straight and his body was full of doubts, "Why?"

In ancient times, pork was not popular at the beginning, but beef and mutton were more popular. Although Dongpo meat is famous, it is also because of Su Dongpo’s bitterness after being relegated, and uncastrated pigs have a fishy smell.

Zhou Chengyi explained, "It removes the smell, and it is easier to fatten up."

"Why is that?"

"Hmm... probably because I got rid of my troubles and have no worldly desires, so I just want to eat and die."

Zhou Chengyi asked, "Are you satisfied with this answer?"

"..." Zhou Chengyao refused to answer this question.

When they were discussing the topic of castration enthusiastically, Fu Qian once again went straight to Fang Guanyan's residence regardless of the darkness.

"Zi Gu, do you know what Zhi Ge wrote? It really shocked me!" As soon as Fu Qian entered, he found that Fang Guanyan was sitting neatly on the side, and made a pot of new tea specially, as if he had expected it for a long time. Come.

Fu Qian raised his eyebrows, "What did you say to that person that day? You asked him to write this kind of article."

"I didn't say anything." Fang Guanyan motioned to the opposite position, poured a cup of tea and pushed it over, but poured white water into his own cup. Yubai picked up the cup of tea with his fingers and drank it in one gulp, "Mr. When evaluating Yu Youqing, I think she is tough and easy to break, that's all."

But Fu Qian saw through him, "Your life is hard and fragile, are you talking about Yu Youqing, or Mr. Zhi Ge?"

Fang Guanyan didn't answer, the two knew it well.

Fu Qian handed over the manuscript of "The Kingdom of the Ladies", "Just take a look, once this article is published, the entire city of Chang'an will be shaken."

Fang Guanyan looked at it carefully.

To be honest, this is not Zhige’s usual writing style. Although the themes and styles in the four volumes of "Fox Dream" are different, they also have similarities, that is, the gentleness revealed in the writing. The suspenseful scene has not been compromised.

The reason why the tragedy of Pirates of Dreams is so impressive is because he wrote a very contrasting plot with a very gentle style of writing.

However, the overall writing style of this new article is melancholy and bleak, pieced together with fragmentary stories without cause and effect, and the word "you" is used at the end, which pushes the overall atmosphere straight to the peak, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling. a feeling of.

It's like being stuck in a pool of mud that you can't struggle to get out of, and it's like dirty water is splashed on clean white clothes.

Paradox.

Fang Guanyan never thought that the words he used to describe Yu Ying's style of writing would one day be used on Mr. Zhi Ge.

But besides this, he couldn't think of a better description for a while.

Mr. Zhi Ge's paradox is very different from Yu Youqing's paradox.

The latter is good at freehand brushwork, like a dense picture scroll, with a surly and ghostly charm from the words; the former narrates in a straightforward manner, and has never made any effort to choose words and sentences. .

Fu Qian sighed, "Mr. Zhi Ge will really embarrass me."

"Could it be that you don't publish it?" Fang Guanyan immediately dismantled the stage, "Since that's the case, I think "Chang'an Chaobao" should be happy to accept it."

"...I didn't say no to it!" Fu Qian wanted to take the manuscript back, but he didn't even touch the edge, and looked at his friend quite speechlessly, "Not only will I be able to do so, but I will also jump in the queue to speed up the way!"

Fang Guanyan looked at him, "As far as I know, your new issue has been published, right?"

Now "Chang'an" is not the original [-] yuan, it has already gone straight to [-] yuan, but it is not only released in Chang'an City.

Fu Qian is not the only merchant in Xiao Guo, he naturally has colleagues with keen sense of smell. Although Chang'an City has been occupied by Fu Qian, the two neighboring cities are not.Fu Qian has always known how to advance and retreat, he knows that all the money in the world cannot go into his pocket alone, so why bother to push people into a hurry.

Then we reached cooperation with several merchants in purchasing and selling as an agent.

Those who are capable and ambitious buy directly from him at half the price, and are responsible for their own profits and losses; those who have insufficient funds, or are still on the sidelines, buy goods from the bookstore in the form of agency sales, and sell them for seven to three cents Well, the bookstore takes the lead, and the bookstore is fully responsible for failing to sell it.

After all, the former is a minority, and the latter is more.Naturally, some people felt that Fu Qian's decision was too bold. The agent didn't spend any money, and couldn't sell it to the bookstore. How could there be such a good thing in the world?

"Aren't you afraid that they will run away with the money?" When Pei Ju first heard about it, he looked at Fu Qian like a fool.

Fu Qian shook his head, "No, no, it seems that I am at a disadvantage, but in fact, I just sit here and get [-]% of the profit for nothing."

He paid a printing fee, and then others were willing to run errands and work hard, and the money equaled the cost of production, which was indeed [-]% of the profit.Those people run errands for themselves, and [-]% of the profit is zero cost, completely earned by blood.

This is a win-win strategy.

Moreover, Fu Qian was not afraid that these people would run away with their money. With such a large profit and return, who would be willing to leave with one vote?

"It's a big deal to hire more workers, just rush them out in these two days." Fu Qian has a lot of experience in hiring people with money.

After talking about his arrangement, Fu Qian talked about another matter, "The matter of creating a supplement is really at a standstill. I don't know when I will receive a long and well-written novel manuscript."

He pretended to be distressed, but he looked at Fang Guanyan's face from the corner of his eye.

Fang Guanyan refilled himself a glass of white water, and immediately issued an order to evict the guest, "Young master, go slowly, I won't see you off."

Fu Qian gritted his teeth at his ruthlessness, and before leaving, he sneered, "You dare to imitate that one who drinks white water in private."

Fang Guanyan raised his eyes and glanced over, only to see an afterimage, Fu Qian ran away quickly with his clothes on his hem like a ghost chasing after him.

A few days later, on another fifteenth day, goose feathers and heavy snow drifted down, covering the entire Chang'an city in silver, the howling north wind blew on people's faces like knives, ice edges hung from the eaves, and the bluestone roads on the streets were Covered with a layer of ice, slippery let alone horse racing, even if people walk slowly on it, they may fall all over.

However, even in such weather, there are still people going out, most of them are going to Chang'an Bookstore.

Jiang Yusheng was one of them. He entered the door with his whole body covered in ice and snow, and his back was wet a lot. It was obvious that he accidentally fell down. Fortunately, he was wearing thick clothes, so he didn't feel real except for being a little embarrassed.

As soon as he came in, he saw Luo Yi at the counter, stepped forward and asked doubtfully, "Why are you here?"

"A few days ago, the shopkeeper accidentally hurt his waist. Let me help you." Luo Yi explained and asked him, "What's the matter with you? It's snowing outside, and you don't even have an umbrella? Boss Don't you think that a man shouldn't do this?"

"I'm not so stupid. Of course I took an umbrella, but I fell down on the road. I'm fine, and the umbrella is gone." Jiang Yusheng was a little depressed when he talked about this, and he gave Luo Yi who was smiling happily, " Cut the nonsense, hurry up and get me the new issue of "Chang'an"."

Luo Yi handed it to him, and then teased, "Who said that you would never buy a book from Chang'an Bookstore? Even just looking at it makes you feel defiled?"

"That's what it is! Pulp fiction is the killing of literature!"

"But the "Fox Dream" you like is also a popular novel."

"There is only one "Fox Dream" out of tens of thousands of books, and only one Mr. Zhi Ge out of tens of millions of people. How can those white-clothed scholars compare with Mr. Zhi Ge!"

Luo Yi was so amused that he burst out laughing. Originally, he wrote novels only to make money, and he was angry at all because of being scolded under his pen name.

Jiang Yusheng weighed the magazine in his hand and asked in surprise, "Why is it so thick today?"

"Additional issue, there is a new article by Mr. Zhi Ge." Luo Yi showed a complicated expression, "After reading it, I must have a feeling."

Jiang Yusheng was about to open it on the spot, but was stopped by Luo Yi, "I have to go back and look at it." As he spoke, he completely disregarded the friendship of his classmates, and kicked the confused Jiang Yusheng out of the house on the spot, at least giving him an umbrella.

"What are you smoking?" Jiang Yusheng muttered to himself, opened his umbrella and left.

But soon, Jiang Yusheng knew why.

After watching "The Land of Ladies", he was no longer as happy as before, his heart seemed to be blocked, he walked up and down the room several times, and finally he could only rush to the window and howl suddenly.

Jiang Shilang took a rest today, and was telling his little grandson the story of lying on the ice and begging for a carp. Suddenly, he and his little grandson jumped up, but he just fell down. Kissed directly on the ice, and then... inseparable.

"—Little bastard!" Jiang Shilang jumped up with a "chuckle", and rushed to the door with a stick in his hand.

Yu Ying also bought "Chang'an", but she didn't have to pick it up in person, she had her own newsboy to deliver it to her door.

Ever since listening to the book in Zuichunlou, Yu Ying has become a loyal reader of Zhige, and the issue of "Chang'an" magazine is not out, but this time she went out temporarily because of something, so she didn't see it in the first place. , but when he came back, he found his grandfather sitting in the lobby holding a book.

When Mr. Song looked up and saw her, he burst into tears.

"What's the matter?" Yu Ying was extremely surprised, and hurried forward, only then saw that the book in his grandfather's hand was the new issue of "Chang'an".

Mr. Song let her take the book away, looked up at the beams of the house, and said after a while, "I miss Xiaoru."

Xiaoru is the daughter of Mr. Song and also Yu Ying's biological mother. She married a foreigner, but because she only had one daughter, she was tortured by her in-laws every day. Yu Ying, who was only five years old at the time, was almost betrayed.

This is why Song Xuwen moved back to the capital.

There are those who resonate, and naturally there are those who can't empathize and just feel sick, and what's more, they feel insulted.

Then in a teahouse, some people were discussing wildly, "I think this is the end of Jiang Lang's talent. Don't write about family and country righteousness, write about love and love, and now you still write these articles that don't know the so-called, huh! Really? Disgraceful!"

"Men stand upright, what else can their women do except cry? Why don't I wait for a seven-foot man when I go to battle to kill the enemy!"

"Women should go home and teach their husbands and children. What do they know about men!"

"Forgetting the ancestors! The four books and five classics have all been learned in the dog's stomach!"

So and so, endlessly.

All of a sudden, the verbal and written criticism of Chang'an Bookstore was raging, and some people wanted to write a pleading paper and handed it to it, thinking that Zhi Ge was trying to deceive the public, and he should be arrested and brought to justice immediately.

I don't know how many people fish in troubled waters here.

Zhou Chengyi had expected this kind of turmoil long ago, so he didn't take it seriously. He finished writing "The Land of Ladies" as if he had settled a concern. Now his whole heart is on another book that has not moved , even the generous manuscript fee that arrived in the account failed to attract his attention.

This "Nation of Ladies" has all