Zhao Xun knew that many noble children would have their future arranged by their elders. This Pan Jinxing, er, Pan Wangcai was probably in a similar situation.
In fact, Zhao Xun was considered by Jia Xingwen from the beginning to be a young man who came to get gold. If Zhao Xun hadn't demonstrated his real skills with a show-stopping performance, the label of a playboy would probably never be removed.
However, Zhao Xun has no resistance to this kind of people.
Anyway, a yamen as big as Delinquent can still afford to support a few idle people.
Besides, it wasn’t Zhao Xun’s money that was spent.
Even if he feels distressed, it should be Emperor Xianlong who feels distressed.
The status and status of those who can be assigned to a delinquent office must be extraordinary.
Since we are in the same group, we should still maintain good relations with each other in the future.
"Well, since we are all following Brother Jia after we come here, Brother Jia should have told you, my name is Zhao Xun, and my courtesy name is Mingyun."
"I know, I know. Now Brother Zhao's name is resounding throughout Chang'an."
Zhao Xun had a suspicious look on his face: "Is it that exaggerated?"
"Is there anyone in the Chang'an literary world who doesn't know Brother Zhao's saying that since ancient times, autumn has been a sad and lonely time, and I say that autumn is better than spring?"
The little fat man swallowed his saliva and said very seriously: "Brother Zhao, I'm afraid he doesn't know that all the red aunties in Pingkangfang are now vying to buy Brother Zhao's poems, right?"
"I did the math, and someone has already offered fifty taels of silver a piece. If Brother Zhao wants to sell it, I can help you."
Fifty-two poems? Let's send the beggars away...
As the eldest son of Duke Cheng, Zhao Xun was not short of money. Secondly, good poetry must be used wisely.
Being famous will be of great benefit to Zhao Xun's career, not to mention improving his literary skills and promoting him to a higher rank.
Jiaofang oiran spends a lot of money to buy it? Sorry, no reception.
Unless you have to pay more!
"That's not necessary. Zhao thinks that poetry should not be stained with the smell of copper."
Zhao Xun said decisively.
"It looks like this."
Wangcai seemed a little disappointed.
"Since Brother Zhao doesn't want to sell poems, you can sell stories. My family has the largest bookstore in Chang'an City. If Brother Zhao has a suitable story, I can help Brother Zhao publish a book."
Um? And your own bookstore? This little fat guy is quite powerful if you don't know it.
As a liberal arts person, Zhao Xun certainly understands how important it is to have a publishing boss as a backer, and in this era, people's hunger for books is unimaginable. It seems like it could really be considered.
Seeing that Zhao Xun was still hesitating, Wangcai gritted his teeth and said, "If Brother Zhao can't trust me, I can give you five thousand taels of silver as a deposit first."
Um? Zhao Xun was shocked when he heard this.
Five thousand taels of silver is really not a small amount of money. Even in Chang'an City, where every inch of land is at a premium, this is a huge sum of money that can buy a mansion in a good location.
If we put it in future generations, this would be equivalent to the publisher paying the money into the account before the author even started writing the book. Anyone else would be moved.
Zhao Xun was indeed moved.
"Since you said so, Brother Wangcai, I have no reason to be discouraged anymore. By the way, I have to explain one thing in advance, because I have a case to investigate in the bad people's yamen, and it is impossible to have too much time to write a book, so I will update It won’t be too fast.”
Zhao Xun immediately agreed, completely forgetting what he had just said about a gentleman not being tainted by copper.
There is no way, they gave too much.
"That's okay. Brother Zhao can prepare some manuscripts, and then we can publish them ten times, one booklet at a time. This will also cultivate the desire of book friends to read."
Good guy, he even engaged in hunger marketing. This little fat guy is really good at it.
It seems that some people are born with business talents, and Zhao Xun is obviously not one of them.
That's okay, there are specialties in the art industry.
It is better to leave professional matters to professionals.
It’s just that Zhao Xun is thinking about what type of novel is more suitable to write.
Three Kingdoms? Water Margin? Red Mansion?
These masterpieces may be relatively popular in ordinary feudal dynasties, but they may not be popular in the magical world where there are practitioners in the magical version.
Then it seems that fantasy novels such as Journey to the West and Liaozhai will be more popular. After all, there are real demons in this era.
Or maybe write Romance of the West Chamber and Plum in the Plum Blossom?
While Zhao Xun was deep in thought, he felt as if someone was shaking him.
Take a closer look and see who it is if it's not Jia Xingwen.
"Brother Jia?"
"Master Feng is here, why don't you be polite!"
Zhao Xun felt that the air was stagnant at this moment. He showed an awkward but polite smile, crossed his hands and said to Feng Hao: "Zhao Xun, who is a humble official, has met Mr. Feng."
"Ahem, Zhao Xun, come out with me."
Zhao Xun followed out with some doubts, thinking that he couldn't talk about anything in the room, and he had to avoid Brother Jia and Wangcai.
Forget it, who calls Feng Hao a big head? Since he is the boss, he has the final say.
Feng Hao walked dozens of steps and came under a big locust tree and said in a low voice: "Prince Qi just came to the bad people's office and said he wanted to invite you to a banquet. What do you think?"
At this moment, Feng Hao was completely impressed by Zhao Xun.
Even so, he was also curious about why the dignified Prince Qi would take the initiative to invite Zhao Xun to the banquet.
"Prince Qi's Crown Prince? I'm not familiar with Prince Qi's Crown Prince."
Zhao Xun looked confused, his big, harmless eyes flashing, blingbling.
"You may not know Prince Qi, but you must have met his sister, right?"
"Yonghe Da...Yonghe County Lord?"
Zhao Xun patted his head and suddenly realized.
The head of Yonghe County is the daughter of King Li Xiang of Qi. She admired Zhao Xun's poetic talent when she was in Qujiang, and she certainly had good things to say about Zhao Xun when she returned to Prince Qi's palace.
Therefore, Qi King Li Xiang must have a good impression of Zhao Xun.
None of Emperor Xianlong's sons, including the prince, could save money.
This King of Qi is no exception.
On the surface, King Qi did not care about government affairs, but in fact, he secretly cultivated his followers to form cliques for personal gain.
Emperor Xianlong did not suppress this, and seemed to want to use King Qi to balance the prince's power.
In the final analysis, Imperial Art is about balance.
There is no family affection in the Tian family, and sons are often the greatest threat to the emperor. As long as the heat is controlled well and within a controllable range, watching his sons fight among themselves may be the situation that Emperor Xianlong wants to see the most.
Therefore, it was not the Crown Prince of Qi who wanted to befriend Zhao Xun, but King Li Xiang of Qi who wanted to recruit Zhao Xun.
It's just that his identity is sensitive and it's not convenient for him to show up, so he asked his son to come forward.
Zhao Xun murmured in his heart that in this case it would be better to let Yonghe County Lord come forward.
Although Li Taiping is indeed a bit flat, she is still a girl.
Men and women are matched, so work is not tiring.
Same sex repels, opposite sex attracts.
Doesn’t King Qi understand this?
Of course, complaints are complaints, and Prince Qi's invitation must still be accepted.
He was just going to a banquet and not selling himself, so there was nothing scary about Zhao Xun.
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