Chapter 66： Chen Luo is not at a loss, the academy makes a lot of money

"Fifty people? Three hundred taels per month?"

After some introduction, Chen Luo learned that the other party was the head of the House of Representatives of Zhongjing Academy, and immediately put forward his own ideas.

It's a pity that Chen Luo didn't learn the ruthlessness of capitalists, so he still offered a monthly salary of 300 taels, that is, 15,000 taels a month.

No way, things always have to take the first step.

Wei Yan's eyes were about to go to the sky, the head of the hospital obviously came here with a request, how could they still benefit from it? It's a pity that Chen Luo didn't see it at all.

Just as he was about to transmit the sound, he was cut off by a righteous energy and turned his head. It was the female head of the school who squinted at him.

"Wan Anbo wants to start a new newspaper and serialize stories?" Kong Tianfang squeezed his own beard and asked, "But all of them are as strange as "Du Shiniang"?"

"You guys also know about "Du Shiniang"?" Chen Luo was stunned, but he didn't expect that Nan Yuanxi's publicity effect was not bad, then shook his head, ""Du Shiniang" is just a short story, what I want to serialize is a long story. The 10,000-character kind!"

"A million words? All of them are Yawen?"

"Of course, otherwise what would you do with fifty Confucian scholars who "write a thousand words"?"

The head of the academy looked at each other, and they still remember what Kong Tianfang said before—

"Writing about Zhong Kui and then about Du Shiniang, who knows what he can write next?"

"That's the real treasure chest!"

Well, after a few hours, these words were fulfilled.

Kong Tianfang squeezed his beard again and shook his head slightly: "Wan Anbo, this is not right!"

Chen Luo sneered: "Then... 500 taels? If there is more, there will be no meaning for us to cooperate!"

Kong Tianfang waved his hand: "The old man's meaning is, how can you give me money? It is a blessing to be a student and an honor of my academy to be able to transcribe the masterpiece right away. Do you think it is true?"

The heads of the House of Representatives nodded.

"Exactly, how can I receive Wan Amber's money?"

"It's not customary to mention money when it comes to scholars!"

"Anyway, it's a transcription, and students usually have to practice by posting, and it doesn't take much effort!"

Chen Luo looked puzzled and glanced at Wei Yan, who nodded slightly.

"But... we can't let the students be busy for nothing." Chen Luo still asked, he didn't want to lose his reputation among Confucian scholars.

"No!" Kong Tianfang said with a smile, "The academy has its own credit system. I will give the students remuneration in different generations. It is entirely voluntary. Please rest assured Wan Anbo!"

"But!" Kong Tianfang suddenly raised his tone, "There is one thing this old man thinks is not right!"

Sure enough, there is no free lunch in the world. The academy refuses to ask for money, it must be something of higher value.

Chen Luo sighed in his heart and asked, "What is the request of the head of the Confucius Institute?"

"10,000 copies, too little! How can this be enough for our eight academies?" Kong Tianfang looked upright and sounded.

Chen Luo: (#?Д?)

"Not bad!" The head of the women's academy nodded, "My Red Sleeve Academy, with calligraphy as the foundation of the academy, has no less than 400 female Confucian scholars who have entered the realm of calligraphy. Fifty places are not enough for my family. down."

"The first words of Feimei Academy are reasonable. I, Mohai Academy, although not in the eight major academies, are quite accomplished in calligraphy. The number of suitable Confucian scholars is no less than 500, and there are only 50 people, which is too few."

"Exactly!"

"Wan Anbo, think about it again!"

"Seconded!"

"The old man also agrees!"

Chen Luo's face twitched slightly, and he asked tentatively, "How about 20,000 copies?"

"Forty thousand!" Kong Tianfang waved his hand, "Wan Anbo doesn't need to worry about personnel matters, just send the article. I'll arrange it immediately! This is just the beginning, if one day, Wan Anbo's new report will be comparable "Wenbao", I can also eat it!"

"However, I have only one request, and that is this matter. It is only left to my eight academies, and Wan Anbo will not ask anyone else!"

Chen Luo nodded blankly, this most troublesome thing, just solved it like this?

At this time, Kong Tianfang suddenly changed his mind, and a smile appeared on his face: "Wan Anbo, this old man asks, do you have any eyes on the first serialized story in Xinbao?"

When the head of the House of Representatives and Wei Yan heard Kong Tianfang's question, they immediately pricked up their ears and looked at Chen Luo.

Chen Luo nodded his head naturally, "Swordsman", Xiao Ji is almost reciting!

"Do you have a sample draft?" Kong Tianfang asked excitedly when Chen Luo nodded.

"Yes..." Chen Luo continued to nod his head and shouted, "Xiao Ji!"

When Ji Zhong heard the words, he walked in from the outside and gave the first salute to each of the great Confucian academies.

"Give me the manuscript!" Chen Luo stretched out his hand, and Ji Zhong immediately took out a stack of paper from his arms and handed it to Chen Luo. This is the first episode of "Swordsman" written by Chen Luo before going out. The manuscripts he wrote before are still in the Chen Mansion in Wan'an County.

Chen Luo took the manuscript and handed it to Kong Tianfang: "Please be the head of the Confucius Institute!"

"Don't dare, don't dare!" Kong Tianfang reached out and took the manuscript, just glanced at it, and his eyes were pierced in it.

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"Political Minister, the morning's affairs have been cleared up."

In the main lobby, Zhou Zuofeng, Prime Minister of the Profound Government, was checking the news from various newspapers. Hearing the report of the person coming, he slowly closed the memorial in his hand, leaned on the back of the chair, and closed his eyes slightly.

"speak!"

"Yes!" The official who reported the report said quickly, "In the morning, Beifenglou woke up early and said that Mr. Wen, Nan Yuanxi, said a strange article, called "Du Shiniang Angry in the Hundred Treasure Chest", at that time, there was a teacher from Zheliu Academy. Master Wang Qifeng and all the disciples were present."

"After this article was finished, a student made a breakthrough on the spot. Wang Qifeng immediately brought Nan Yuanxi back to Zheliu Academy Zheliu Academy summoned all the Confucian scholars and promoted them to the Great Confucian Forum. Please Nan Yuanxin say it again."

"After Nan Yuanxi finished speaking, the literary rhythm of Shengwen Square was aroused. All the students of Zheliu Academy broke through one after another, and Yang Ziting, the master of the enlightenment realm, was promoted to the realm of enlightenment."

"Just because there are too many promotions at the same time, the Zheliu Academy area is full of integrity."

Zhou Zuofeng nodded lightly: "Who is this Nan Yuanxi? Did Qi Wen do it?"

"Returning to the Prime Minister, Nan Yuanxi is just speaking on behalf of this article. The author of this article is..." Speaking of this, the other party's face showed a look of hesitation. After all, he had also heard about the incident in the court today. Although the attack was on the Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of Rites was a subordinate of the main hall.

"Say!"

"Yes, the newly promoted Wan Anbo, Chen Luo!"

Zhou Zuofeng opened his eyes slightly: "Chen Luo? The pioneer of the fourth road to the sky, sure enough, it's wind and rain!"

"By the way, Prime Minister, there is another news for the students, is it accurate?"

"Tell me."

"I heard that Chen Luo wants to start a new newspaper. The new newspaper is not a street newspaper, but has articles in Yawen."

Zhou Zuofeng heard the words, his face became serious: "Go and find out!"

"Yes!" The other party responded quickly and turned to leave.

Zhou Zuofeng looked at the memorial on a table at this time, and lost interest in opening it again. He turned his head to look at the map of the world hanging on the wall on the side of the main lobby.

Above the map, there are millions of miles of wild plains, and there are countless demon mountains and forests below. To the west, outside the vast desert, is a Western Buddhist Territory where no border has been explored, and to the east is a sea of ​​stardust covered in islands.

Daxuan, on the other hand, is in the middle of the map, on which the thirteen states are divided, occupying the largest position on the map.

"The fourth road to the sky, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse..."

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