Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 85: Take off the hat of literati shame
"Supplement?"
Zheliu Academy, in the first room of the academy.
Kong Tianfang blinked suspiciously and looked at Chen Luo: "Wan Anbo, please elaborate."
Chen Luo nodded: "The so-called supplements are the journals sold outside the normal period of the "Min Pao". The head of the Confucius Institute can be understood as Enke outside the official examination department."
"So it is." Kong Tianfang understood after saying this, and then asked again, "What is the charter of this supplement, does Wan Anbo have a plan?"
Chen Luo said: "The rules of "Daxuan Min Bao" remain unchanged, and it is still published every seven days. The supplement is published during the seven-day interval, and it is not a fixed section."
"The tentative publication is "Swordsman"."
"For example, if the "People's Daily" is published on the first day, and the third issue is published, the fourth issue will be published the next day, and the fifth issue will be published on the next day... and so on. Change the week to the daily update."
"However, in order not to affect the publication of the "Min Pao", only five supplements will be issued during the six-day interval. No supplement will be issued on the day before the next issue of "Min Pao" is on sale!"
"So, what does the head of the Confucius Institute think?"
Kong Tianfang was overjoyed in his heart. In this way, wouldn't it mean that there are six days of happiness every seven days.
As for that tough day, it was over in a hurry.
"How much does Wan Anbo plan to sell for the supplement?" Kong Tianfang restrained his joy and continued to ask.
"Slightly lower than the "Min Pao", one-third of the silver. Still according to the "Min Pao" rules, I am seven, the college two, and the Wenchang Pavilion one."
"This..." Kong Tianfang frowned slightly. To be honest, the credits of the academy are also very valuable and can be exchanged for a lot of good things. The sales volume of "Min Pao" is indeed high, but the academy is actually losing money. Of course, the benefits to the academy from the cooperation with the "Min Pao" are far greater than the sacrifices.
Scholar, what is money, love is worth a thousand dollars!
Now that Wan Anbo wants to add a daily supplement, isn't it another great opportunity to send a favor?
It would be best to turn Wan Anbo to Zheliu Academy as a full-time professor!
He doesn't need to teach anything, as long as Zheliute is dedicated to a Yawen story, then Shengyuan can also take a big lead in the competition with those old rivals.
Not to mention today's Chen Luo, who already has the title of "Shuangjue of Poetry and Music".
It must be done!
Kong Tianfang sighed deeply, showed his superb acting skills when he complained in Wenchang Pavilion and asked for money, and said, "Wan Anbo, this old man calls you a little friend. This week's hair is changing day by day. It will increase several times!"
"Students naturally do not ask for anything in return, but there are some criticisms about this in Wenchang Pavilion."
"Of course, I am not afraid of rumors in Zheliu Academy, as long as you are my friend..."
Chen Luo scratched his head: "Is there any difficulty? Forget it... I asked the fourth senior brother to call me from the Bamboo Forest line..."
"No difficulty!" Kong Tianfang was startled and blurted out.
Damn, I forgot that behind him is the line of Zhulin, and the fourth Zhulin mang is by his side.
He must have known everything about the woolly cut!
Kong Tianfang's thoughts changed, and he quickly smiled: "Chen Xiaoyou's article, my academy will naturally benefit a lot. This old man is very fond of "Swordsman", if you want to publish this article every day, the old man is too happy to be happy, how can there be Difficulty..."
"I'll go back and convene the other presidents and tell them the good news."
"I am sure I will be rejoicing and cheering..."
"It's just the errand of this supplement, which must still be undertaken by our Eighth College of Beijing."
"We do business, please rest assured Wan Anbo!"
Kong Tianfang almost used the technique of "one-stop" to say these words in one breath.
Chen Luo: Hmph, let you scour the wool.
My sheep have awakened!
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"Good news, good news!" Unexpectedly, the newsboy team, which only appeared in the morning, was running in the streets of Zhongjing City at noon.
"The People's Daily issued a new supplement to publish "Swordsman"!"
"Don't suffer from that lovesickness, you will vomit when you see a supplement!"
"The first supplement, five more times!"
One after another crisp voices sang all over the central capital city. Curious people called the newsboys and took a small page similar to a draft newspaper from the newsboys. On the small page was written in eye-catching fonts——
""Min Pao" sold 100,000, Wan Anbo vomited blood and broadcast!"
"The supplement will be sent tomorrow, and the first issue will be serialized five times!"
"There are supplements every day, Xiaoao does not stop!"
Following the details of the supplement, the scholar grabbed the newsboy's hand: "Is this true?"
The newsboy nodded quickly: "Really!"
"Tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow!"
"Good! Good! Good!"
The people were so happy in their hearts that they took out a gold ingot from their arms, a full ten taels, and stuffed them into the hands of the newsboy: "I will reward you..."
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Zhe Liu Academy.
"What? Daily supplement?" Yang Houye, who was copying the copybook, stopped in mid-air, looking at his excited classmates in disbelief.
"Yes, the news that just came out. Wan Anbo will add a supplement to "Swordsman" every day. In addition, the first supplement tomorrow will be published five times. The master asked me to call you, today's task is heavy, all Everything will be pushed aside."
"Really?"
"How could I lie to you about such a thing? What important thing do you have to do?"
Yang Houye was stunned for a moment, then suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled.
"Hahahaha, I can have any major event, except for death...hahahaha... Five episodes on the first day, serialized every day! Refreshing, refreshing!"
In the laughter, Yang Houye's body suddenly burst into blue light, a giant mountain phantom flashed behind him, and then the sound of chanting came from the surrounding space.
The classmate rubbed his eyes: "Hou Ye? Are you...promoted to the master state?"
Yang Houye smiled indifferently: "I have long been standing at the end of the poetic realm, but I have no choice but to see the fog in front of me. I heard such good news today, my heart is happy, my thoughts are clear, and the fog naturally dissipates, and I can see the mountain of books!"
"Wan Anbo's good news will help me become a master! I should be worshipped by my teacher!"
Yang Houye said, and bowed deeply in the direction of the Earl's Mansion...
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North Wind Tower.
Nan Yuanxi and Sang Luo sat in the first place, looking at Mr. Shuowen, who was densely packed below.
At this time, the number of people has been much larger than the last Beifenglou gathering.
"The supplementary issue is a good thing, and there are new chapters to talk about every day. Why are you all so gloomy?" Nan Yuanxi frowned and said.
Today's Nan Yuanxi has an extraordinary position among Mr. Wen, and even Sang Luo is willing to be his deputy. As soon as he asked these words, the atmosphere in the Beifeng Building suddenly became a little lower.
After a while, a young Mr. Shiwen hesitated and said, "Mr. Nan, the supplement is a good thing, but it's also a good thing for me to extend the time of my presentation and break it down one at a time. But... I'm worried..."
As soon as these words came out, everyone nodded.
The young gentleman seemed to be inspired, and continued: "Wan Anbo is a talented person, blessed by heaven, and can be regarded as a parent who needs food and clothing. However, such as the book "Swordsman", Wan Anbo can write several books. ?"
"With such a supplement, "Swordsman" will end in a month or so, so what should I do after that?"
Hearing the young gentleman's concerns, Nan Yuanxi looked at Sang Luo: "Sang Gong, please talk first."
Sang Luo nodded and said, "Your concerns are not unreasonable. Therefore, I negotiated with Mr. Nan, and agreed with Wan Anbo to separate storytelling from storytelling and set up a storyteller guild." /
"Only when you join the Storytelling Guild can you comment on Wan Anbo's articles in the public eye. Otherwise, Heaven will punish him!"
"As long as there are guilds, there are regulations. Tomorrow's supplementary issue will be published five times in a row~IndoMTL.com~ including the first two issues, there will be seven in total. order."
"Today Beifenglou is talking about the first time, then Zuiyuelou is the third time, and Qingfenglou is the fourth time!"
"Let those who have never heard of it choose for themselves, and let everyone have a meal!"
"I am the best place in the world in Beijing. There are more than one million outsiders every day, and there is something new every day. How can I lose my place?"
"Even if there is only one book, we will study it separately, and there will be differences. If you just want to follow the script, you will not live up to your uncle's good intentions! Don't forget, this is a Yawen book. There is the power of heaven!"
Sang Luo's tone was getting heavier and heavier, but everyone's heart became brighter when they heard it.
At this time, Nan Yuanxi coughed slightly, and then said: "Sang Gong's words are good, but there is one more thing, I said it for the first time, and also the last time, everyone listen carefully."
"Who said Wan Anbo could only write the book "Swordsman"!"
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The lanterns are on.
Now it has spread throughout the entire Central Capital City, and tomorrow will be supplemented with "Swordsman" published five times in a row.
There were people who squatted at the sales points of Wenbao early on, and the patrol city department sent people to drive them away, but in the end they also squatted there and lined up.
Some people even dispatched servants to spread all over the city, guarding the corners where newsboys often appear.
Five times in a row, how many wonderful things should be hidden in the book?
Who is that big brother?
What happened to Lin Pingzhi?
Five times, there must be an answer!
The entire Zhongjing city is holding his breath, waiting for tomorrow...
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Earl's House.
Song Tuizhi spread out the paper and wrote with a pen: Respect for the teacher——