"Sir, Mr. Nan is here!" In the Beifeng Tower box, Ji Zhong walked in with Nan Yuanxi who had just stepped off the stage.
When Nan Yuanxi saw Chen Luo, he thought that the other party wanted him to talk about "Zhong Kui's Brief Biography" alone. After all, he had seen many such things in the past two days, so he handed over his hand: "This young master, "Zhong Kui's Brief Biography" It’s too tiring, and I can only perform once on the next day. If you want to watch it, please wake up early and come back tomorrow.”
Before Chen Luo responded, Ji Zhong laughed first. Chen Luo rolled his eyes at Ji Zhong, stood up and saluted: "Mr. Nan, I'm Chen Luo."
"Oh, Master Chen, my Excellency...what? Chen Luo? Which Chen Luo?"
"Wan Anbo, Chen Luo!"
Nan Yuanxi looked Chen Luo up and down and blurted out: "What evidence do you have?"
Ji Zhong: "I can prove it!"
Chen Luo smiled softly and shouted in a low voice: "Zhong Kui!"
Suddenly a black mist rose behind Chen Luo, and Zhong Kui's shadow was looming in the black mist.
Nan Yuanxi saw the burly figure and ferocious face clearly in the black mist, and instantly recognized that this figure was the Zhong Kui he had been playing every day for the past two days. With Zhong Kui Shuling with him, the person in front of him is really Wan Anbo and Chen Luo!
Nan Yuan Xi quickly bowed deeply: "Student Nan Yuan Xi, who has eyesight but cannot see Mount Tai, has seen Wan Anbo!"
Chen Luo waved his hand, and Zhong Kui disappeared and went to rest again. Chen Luo helped Nan Yuanxi up with a smile on his face: "It's okay. Mr. Nan, I heard you woke up early today, that's good!"
Nan Yuan Xi's face turned red. Chen Luo had long been his idol. When Chen Luo praised him, he felt as if his bones were lighter. He waved his hand quickly: "My uncle's article was well written..."
"No, I'm not talking about "A Brief Biography of Zhong Kui", I'm talking about Mr.'s analysis of the newspaper, which is very good!"
Nan Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then a layer of excitement surged in his heart. Generally speaking, when a noble person says this, you have to ask yourself if you are willing to follow him.
This is the time to collect staff!
"Do you have any friends who are as outstanding as you?"
"I do!"
The two of them spoke almost at the same time, and both looked at each other in surprise.
"What do you want?"
"Uncle, do you want me to recommend friends?"
Again in unison.
Chen Luo calmed down his emotions and asked Nan Yuanxi to sit down.
"Mr. Nan, it's like this. I plan to start a newspaper, which will include content such as waking up and talking about it. Let the gentlemen's lofty speeches be presented in words."
"Of course, you can wake up and speak out early, and then go back and organize it, and finally form it into words and publish it in the newspaper."
"I intend to hire my husband to be the first editor-in-chief of this new newspaper, responsible for selecting suitable narrative content. I will be responsible for the work location, and the monthly salary..."
"Wait a minute!" Nan Yuan Xi interrupted Chen Luo's words, stood up and saluted, and said: "I respect my uncle, but Yuan Xi is still a Confucian disciple, and he still understands the principle that poverty cannot be changed. We will talk about it when we wake up, and we will discuss it further. It is to speak for heaven and explain the imperial policies and world affairs to the common people, which is barely considered preaching. How can such remarks be stored on the same page as the news about brothels and merchants. Let's put this aside... …”
After saying this, Nan Yuan Xi turned around and was about to leave. Ji Zhong took a step forward and blocked Nan Yuan Xi's way. Chen Luo quickly explained: "Mr. Nan misunderstood. The new newspaper I want to publish is not a draft."
"It's not a draft report?" Nan Yuanxi looked at Chen Luo doubtfully, "What is it then?"
Chen Luo smiled and said: "The cursive newspaper is vulgar, and it is just waste paper. The literary newspaper is elegant, but the price is too high, and it is only for Confucian disciples. I want to run a new newspaper for the common people of Li, so that they can afford it. I like to see it, it’s valuable!”
As soon as Chen Luo finished speaking, the entire indoor space was slightly suffocated. Ji Zhong raised his head and seemed to find something, but could not find any trace. One hand grasped the hilt of the broken sword at his waist, just in case.
Nan Yuanxi was also a little shocked. He couldn't imagine what kind of newspaper this was, and asked: "Can we do it with all our high-minded talk?"
Chen Luo shook his head: "Of course not. At present, my new newspaper has only two parts. One part is the eye-catching articles I want to publish, and the other part is reserved for myself to publish the articles I wrote. .”
The doubts on Nan Yuanxi's face disappeared: "Uncle, do you want to use Xinbao to complete the 'statement'? It's useless, the 'statement' needs the approval of heaven, and Yawen must be used!"
"Of course Yawen is Yawen, but...it's not a 'statement', it's a story!"
"story?"
"Yes, it's a better story than "The Brief Biography of Zhong Kui"!"
Nan Yuanxi looked at Chen Luo blankly. He had read the classics of sages for half his life, and already felt that "A Brief Biography of Zhong Kui" was enough to give people imagination in just two hundred words. How could there be a better story?
Ji Zhong, who was behind Nan Yuanxi, let out a contemptuous laugh with an arrogant look on his face.
Chen Luo thought for a while and said: "This matter is not urgent. I still need to communicate with Wenchang Pavilion about filing the report. Mr. Nan can consider it first."
Nanyuan Xi was startled again. The other party had to communicate with Wenchang Pavilion just to make a draft report?
Is this how the world is different?
Chen Luo got up and walked out. He suddenly thought of something and turned around and said, "By the way, I will send you a new story later. If Mr. Nan thinks it is appropriate, you can tell it when you wake up tomorrow morning."
After saying this, Chen Luo walked out of the box.
…
"Sir, do you want to show "The Swordsman" to Mr. Nan first?" When he walked to a quiet place, Ji Zhong approached Chen Luo and asked in a low voice.
Chen Luo shook his head slightly.
To be honest, the reason why Chen Luo suddenly wanted to tell Nan Yuan Xi the story first was because he planned to use the custom of waking up early to warm up his new newspaper!
After all, the old gentleman also relied on his novels to attract readers in the early days.
However, Chen Luo does not intend to play "Swordsman" right from the start.
After all, it is a long article, and there are still many procedures to complete the newspaper. Blindly throwing out the content of the previous chapters is not a wise choice.
A "Short Biography of Zhong Kui" can have such a good effect, so it shouldn't be a big problem to find some short stories.
For example, "Nie Yinniang", the story of the legendary female knight, is it exciting or not?
Anyway, the spirit of the secret realm said last time that luck was exchanged for books. Before, I opened a road to heaven, but I had a lot of luck!
…
"What? Do you want to smoke books?"
In the dreamland of flowers, Chen Luo looked at the illusive Zhong Kui in front of him with a dark face.
Just now, the spirit of the secret realm told Chen Luo through Zhong Kui that he could not specify which book to redeem, so he could only use his luck to attract the book spirit in the woods!
"What's the point?" Chen Luo asked with an unhappy look on his face.
Zhong Kui also looked a little embarrassed, and replied: "My lord, choose your luck and wander around the woods in the world of mortals by yourself. The matching book spirit will fly to your lord on its own."
Zhong Kui thought for a while and then said: "It stands to reason that the more luck you hold, the more difficult it is to manifest the book, which means the stronger the Qi of Wenhua!"
Chen Luo nodded, looked at the clouds of luck in the sky, stretched out his hand, and luck flew towards Chen Luo immediately.
This time Chen Luo just wanted a short story, so when the luck in his hand was about the size of a basketball, Chen Luo stopped moving. Then Chen Luo walked into the world of mortals with this ball of luck the size of a basketball.
Sure enough, after just a few steps, several petal butterflies flew towards Chen Luo, but they were smaller than the petal butterflies in "Swordsman" last time.
Chen Luo looked at the petal butterflies surrounding him. One of the red butterflies was particularly conspicuous. It looked angry and kept bumping into other petal butterflies.
"It's you!" Chen Luo reached out and touched the red petal butterfly. The luck in his hand dissipated, and the petal butterfly turned into a ray of light and shot into Chen Luo's mind.
…
Outside, Chen Luo slowly opened his eyes.
An article was formed in Chen Luo's mind. Chen Luo sensed it for a moment, with a strange expression on his face.
"It's you, no wonder you're so angry!"
