"Isn't that a good thing?"
Someone submitted an article, doesn't this mean that Zhu Song's idea is feasible, but seeing Zhu Song like this, he is not happy?
"It's a good thing, but who will judge it?"
Zhu Song glanced at Zhu Ming feebly, and then returned to his half-dead look.
When there are more people submitting papers, we naturally need reviewers.
This is the most troublesome part.
"Although Gu Boyang knows how to do business, he has not thoroughly read the Four Books and Five Classics, let alone reviewed the manuscripts of these Imperial College students."
After a while, Zhu Song sat up and looked at Zhu Ming: "As for my level, you also know."
Zhu Ming nodded, he did know this.
Zhu Song was not a good student at first. Even in the main hall, he was the number one problem student that gave him a headache.
It was indeed a bit overwhelming to ask him to review the manuscript of this Imperial College student.
"So, I'm having a headache."
Zhu Song scratched his head in distress. His biggest headache now was that no one under him could review these manuscripts.
"I can't interrogate it either."
Zhu Ming shook his head. His own level was not much better than that of Zhu Song. There was no need to count on him in this matter.
"Do you have anyone under your command?"
Zhu Song sighed and looked at Zhu Ming as if asking for help. He had no one under his command, so he could only see if Zhu Ming was there.
"Fang Xiaoru, is Mr. Fang free?"
Speaking of reviewers, the first thing Zhu Song thought of was the great Confucian Fang Xiaoru.
With his level, he is definitely qualified for this task.
Moreover, Fang Xiaoru's reputation can also be used as the flagship store of his own bookstore.
The first scholar in the world, the great scholar Fang Xiaoru personally reviewed the manuscript, and the title alone was enough to sell it.
Based on the relationship between Zhu Ming and Fang Xiaoru, I wonder if Fang Xiaoru can be asked to come over to help.
"What are you thinking about?"
Zhu Ming rolled his eyes at him angrily, and poured a basin of cold water on it without hesitation: "Fang Xiaoru is an important minister in the court, and he has a lot of things to do every day. How can he have time to take care of this?"
What on earth is Zhu Song thinking? If Fang Xiaoru is asked to review the manuscript, can he figure it out?
"I also know that what I think is a bit beautiful, isn't that what I mean?"
Zhu Song coughed dryly and hung his limbs helplessly. He also knew that asking Fang Xiaoru to review the manuscript was a bit too whimsical for him.
"It's not that it's a little more beautiful, it's that it's too beautiful."
Zhu Ming looked at Zhu Song and corrected his statement word for word.
Having Fang Xiaoru come to your bookstore to review manuscripts is no longer an ordinary beauty.
"However, I do have a candidate who is comparable to Fang Xiaoru."
As Zhu Ming spoke, he suddenly remembered something and touched his chin.
I also have a candidate in mind.
That person was no worse than Fang Xiaoru. He was said to be the most read person in the entire Ming Dynasty.
Speaking of reviewing manuscripts, he can even review masterpieces such as "Yongle Dadian". He must also be able to review the manuscripts of Imperial College students.
"What you said, could it be..."
When Zhu Ming said this, Zhu Song obviously reacted.
There is indeed such a number one person in the imperial court. Compared with Fang Xiaoru, who is an important minister in the imperial court, this person is still in the Hanlin Academy and is not busy.
However, he is a popular person around his father, so it may not be that easy to ask him to help.
"Would he be willing to help?"
He looked at Zhu Ming hesitantly. It was not an easy task to get that person to help.
The most important thing is that the father may not agree.
"How will you know if you don't try."
Zhu Ming shrugged his shoulders. Compared with Fang Xiaoru, this person is easier to achieve after all.
"I'll go take a look."
Since Zhu Yuanzhang could make Fang Xiaoru his teacher, it shouldn't be impossible to ask that person to help him.
"Then, I'll leave this to you."
Seeing that Zhu Ming was willing to help, Zhu Song immediately walked over, held his hands sincerely, and blinked.
"By the way, this, you arrange a big layout."
Zhu Ming pulled his hand back with some disgust, took out all the manuscripts that Fang Xiaoru had given him before, and put them on the table.
The way Zhu Song looked just now really made him a little sick.
"these are?"
Looking at the manuscripts Zhu Ming took out, Zhu Song returned to normal and reached out to take the manuscripts over.
In terms of handwriting, it is much better than Zhu Ming's. At first glance, it is not written by Zhu Ming.
"The manuscript given to me by Mr. Fang Xiaoru."
Zhu Song returned to normal, and Zhu Ming also became serious, feeling quite proud as he spoke.
Although Fang Xiaoru could not be invited to review the manuscript, Fang Xiaoru could still produce it himself.
"Fang Xiaoru's manuscript?"
When he heard that this manuscript was from Fang Xiaoru, Zhu Song became obviously excited and his eyes lit up.
What are you holding in your hand, where are the manuscripts? These are next month’s best-sellers, and they’re just free money.
Just these three words, Fang Xiaoru, are enough to become their golden signature.
"I just said, your handwriting won't be this good."
Zhu Song looked at the content above and was amazed.
In order to make others understand, Fang Xiaoru deliberately used as many popular words as possible to explain when writing these manuscripts.
This way you don’t have to worry about other people having reading difficulties and not being able to understand the content.
Although he was a little dissatisfied with Zhu Song's words, he had to admit that this was indeed the truth.
As long as I can understand my own handwriting, I am definitely incomparable to Fang Xiaoru.
"Don't change a word, find a bigger page."
Zhu Ming looked at Zhu Song seriously and reminded him.
However, with Fang Xiaoru's level, it is impossible to find anyone in this era who can correct his manuscript.
"Do you even need to say this?"
Zhu Song gave him a blank look. Do you even need to say this?
Even if I wanted to change Fang Xiaoru's manuscript, I couldn't change it.
He put away the manuscript with great care, as if he were putting away a rare treasure.
"I'm leaving. The reviewers are waiting for news from me."
When Zhu Ming saw this, I stopped disturbing Zhu Song and turned around to leave.
This day in and day out makes me exhausted.
"Then it's hard on you."
Zhu Song looked at Zhu Ming expectantly. The hope of reviewing the manuscript rested entirely on Zhu Ming.
He and Zhu Ming have different rights to speak with Zhu Yuanzhang, and he still has this understanding.
"You'd better not have your expectations too high."
Looking at Zhu Song's expectant eyes, Zhu Ming couldn't help but give him a blow.
I can only say that I want to give it a try. I am not sure whether he will agree or not.
After all, he was also one of the three great talents of the Ming Dynasty, a child prodigy who read everything.
It is normal for such people to have their own arrogance.
People like Xie Jin who can practice the "Yongle Dadian" may not necessarily be able to do what they say.
