"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 straightforwardly.
It's a shame that Chen Luo didn't learn the cruelty of capitalists, so he still offered a monthly salary of three hundred taels, which was an expenditure of fifteen thousand taels a month.
There is no way, things have to take the first step.
Wei Yan's eyes on the side were almost as high as heaven. These heads of the hospital clearly 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 send a message, he was cut off by a beam of righteousness. He turned his head and saw that it was the female dean who was glaring at him sideways.
"Wan Anbo wants to start a new newspaper and serialize stories?" Kong Tianfang pinched his short beard and asked, "Are they all novels like "Du Shiniang"?"
"Do you also know "Du Shiniang"?" Chen Luo was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Nanyuan Xi's publicity effect was not bad. Then he shook his head, ""Du Shiniang" is only a short story. What I want to serialize is a full-length one. The kind worth ten thousand words!”
"A million words? Are they all Yawen?"
"Of course, otherwise why would we need fifty Confucian scholars who can write a thousand words?"
Several heads of the hospital looked at each other. Do they still remember what Kong Tianfang said before?
"He wrote about Zhong Kui and then Du Shiniang. Who knows what else he can write next?"
"That's the real treasure chest!"
Yes, these words came true within a few hours.
Kong Tianfang pinched his beard again and shook his head slightly: "Wan Anbo, this is inappropriate!"
Chen Luosan laughed mischievously: "Then... five hundred taels? If it's any more, there will be no point in us cooperating!"
Kong Tianfang waved his hand: "What I mean is, how can I ask you to give me money? Being able to copy a masterpiece as soon as possible is a student's luck and an honor for my academy. Don't you think so?"
The heads of the House of Representatives nodded.
"Exactly, how can we accept Wan Anbo's money?"
"Poems written by scholars are vulgar when it comes to mentioning money!"
"Anyway, it's copying. Students also have to practice copying papers on weekdays, so it doesn't take much effort!"
Chen Luo looked puzzled and glanced at Wei Yan, who nodded slightly.
"But... we can't let students work in vain." 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. We will reward the students with points. Don't worry, Wan Anbo!"
"But!" Kong Tianfang suddenly raised his tone, "There is one thing I think is inappropriate!"
Sure enough, there is no such thing as a free lunch. If the academy refuses to ask for money, it must need something of higher value.
Chen Luo sighed in his heart and asked, "What does the head of the Confucius Institute want?"
"Ten thousand copies is too little! How can this be enough for our eight academies?" Kong Tianfang looked upright and spoke loudly.
Chen Luo: (#ﾟДﾟ)
"Not bad!" The head of the Women's Academy nodded, "Our Red Sleeve Academy is based on calligraphy. There are no less than 400 female Confucian students who have advanced to the realm of calligraphy. There are only fifty places, which is not enough for my family. Down."
"The first words of Feimei Academy are right. Although I, Mo Hai Academy, am not admitted to the eight major academies, I am also quite accomplished in calligraphy. The number of suitable Confucian students is no less than five hundred, and only fifty people are too few."
"Exactly!"
"Wan Anbo, think about it again!"
"Seconded!"
"I also second the proposal!"
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 have to worry about personnel matters, just send the article. We will arrange it immediately! This is just the beginning. If one day, Wan Anbo's new newspaper can be comparable to "Wenbao", I can eat it too!"
"However, we only have one request, and that is that this matter should only be handed over to my eight academies. Wan Anbo will not find anyone else!"
Chen Luo nodded blankly, this most troublesome matter was solved like this?
At this time, Kong Tianfang suddenly had a change of thought and a smile appeared on his face: "Wan Anbo, I want to ask, do you have any clues about the story serialized in the first article of the new newspaper?"
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 naturally, "Swordsman", Xiao Ji almost knew it by heart!
"Do you have a sample?" Kong Tianfang asked excitedly when he saw Chen Luo nodding.
"Yes..." Chen Luo continued to nod, and then shouted, "Xiao Ji!"
Hearing this, Ji Zhong walked in from outside and bowed to the heads of each major Confucian academy.
"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 chapter of "The Swordsman" that Chen Luo wrote specifically before going out. The previously written manuscript is still in Chen's mansion in Wan'an County.
Chen Luo took the manuscript and handed it to Kong Tianfang: "Please be honest with the Confucius Institute!"
"Don't you dare!" Kong Tianfang reached out and took the manuscript. He only glanced at it and his eyes pierced into it. Seeing Kong Tianfang's expression was different for the first time, the whole house gathered around him...
…
"Prime Minister, we have found out what happened in the morning."
In the main hall, the Great Xuan Prime Minister Zhou Zuofeng was checking the news from newspapers from various places. After hearing the report of the visitor, he slowly closed the memorial in his hand, leaned on the back of his chair, and closed his eyes slightly.
"speak!"
"Yes!" The official who reported the report quickly said: "In the morning, Mr. Nan Yuanxi, who woke up early in Beifeng Tower, said a strange article called "Du Shiniang sank the treasure chest in anger". At that time, there was a scholar from Zheliu Academy Master Wang Qifeng and all the disciples are present."
"After finishing this article, a student broke through on the spot. Wang Qifeng immediately took Nan Yuan Xi back to Zheliu Academy. Zheliu Academy summoned all the Confucian students to the Great Confucian Forum and asked Nan Yuan Xin to say it again."
"After Nan Yuanxi finished speaking, he evoked the charm of Shengwen Square. All the students of Zheliu Academy broke through one after another, and even Yang Ziting, the master of the Enlightenment Realm, advanced to the Enlightenment Realm."
"Just because there are so many people promoted at the same time, the whole area of Zheliu Academy is full of righteousness."
Zhou Zuofeng nodded lightly: "Who is this Nanyuan Xi? Did Qiwen write it?"
"Back to the Prime Minister, Nanyuan Xi is just speaking this article. The author of this article is..." At this point, hesitation appeared on the other party's face. After all, he had heard about what happened in the court. Although the attack was on the Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of Rites was a subordinate of Zhengdatang.
"explain!"
"Yes, the newly promoted Wan Anbo, Chen Luo!"
Zhou Zuofeng opened his eyes slightly: "Chen Luo? The pioneer of the fourth road to heaven, as expected, it was Fengyu who took action!"
"By the way, Prime Minister, there is some news about 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 elegant articles."
When Zhou Zuofeng heard this, his face became a little more serious: "Go and find out!"
"Yes!" The other party responded quickly, turned and left.
Zhou Zuofeng looked at a table of memorials and lost interest in opening them any more. He turned his head and looked at the map of the world hanging on the wall on the side of the main hall.
On the map, there are millions of miles of barbaric plains above, and countless hundreds of thousands of mountains below. To the west, outside the vast desert, is a western Buddhist realm with no explorable borders, and to the east is a stardust sea dotted with islands.
As for Daxuan, it is in the center of the map, with thirteen states on it, occupying the largest position on the map.
"The fourth road to heaven, I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse!"
