Han You's "ambition" is very big. You can only make a little money by selling books, but the real entertainment industry is where you make money every day.
Besides, to sell books, you have to edit them on the fly. No serious person spends all his time studying how to write novels. He just sticks to the same old routines every day, and sooner or later he becomes a gangster.
Han You understands the truth that men can stop reading novels, but they cannot wash their feet.
After finishing the "bathhouse", Han You went to see the newly built stage.
The leader of the troupe is very dedicated. After Han You provided the script, about 30 people rehearsed day and night, mainly because the play that Master Han asked them to perform was very special and required many postures.
There is no need for Han You to check and accept other places. It is just room and board. Beimen Yuyong has arranged everything.
I have to say that this little fat guy is not in vain. He can grasp everything. If he grasps it, he can complete it to high standards and requirements. He has a good brain and is a well-rounded person. Regardless of whether he is the three religions or the five elements and eight works. We can chat together.
I just don’t know why, despite being so busy, this little fat guy not only didn’t lose weight, but also gained weight.
In contrast, Lu Baichuan still maintains the fine tradition of eating whatever he can't do and leaving nothing behind, acting like an idler every day.
Until evening, Han You returned home exhausted.
Originally, he wanted to bring it back to the city for Zhou Yan, but this kid went crazy. One moment he was running around in the air corridor, and the next moment he went to soak in the pool. He had so much fun that he never came back and had to spend the night there.
Han You has also learned to ride a horse now, riding the same old, thin, slow-tempered horse.
Young Master Han likes to name and nickname the people and things he knows well.
The name is a code name, and it doesn’t mean much if everyone calls it that, so people will change their names as they get to know each other better, such as Wang Dali, Ali, Dali, Lao Wang, dead ghost, enemy, sweetheart, baby, be gentle , wipe it, etc.
Han You also gave the old horse a nickname, Stubborn Donkey.
Taking Wang Hai, Lu Baichuan and several servants of the Han family, Han You disappeared into the official road under the night.
Just as the city gate was about to close, the city gatekeeper, the guards, and soldiers saw that it was Han You, and they were delayed by half a stick of incense.
Everything in the world was originally meaningless, but it was given meaning.
Just like this city gate, for people like Han You, they never think about whether they will be unable to enter the city if they slow down.
But for the common people, they can't waste a minute or a second. They run as fast as they can and run as fast as they can.
Some things are just a rule of heaven in front of the common people, but in front of the privileged class, they are not as important as farts, and farts can still make a sound.
After entering the city and returning to his house, Han You, who was exhausted, was not worried. He ate, took a bath, and lay on the bed swaggeringly. He even winked at Zhongsun Wushuang provocatively and looked like he was coming, coming, coming, playing. I look like I deserve a beating.
Miss Zhongsun sneered, you can wait seven days.
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In Cao Mansion, Cao Qilai was writing furiously, while a housekeeper and a group of servants stood behind him, talking all around.
"Sir, I've made inquiries clearly. If there is a house of prostitutes, all of them are showing off, it must be a smoky place..."
"The children that the Han family took away from Yahang a few days ago are all orphans, and they are all in..."
"This man is really hypocritical to the extreme. He thinks he is doing good deeds, but turns out he has a human face and an animal heart..."
As a troll, Cao Qilai has a high level of professionalism. He is a civil servant, not a supervisor. He cannot troll just for the sake of trolling. He needs to be well-founded.
Before starting the spray, not only should there be a sense of ceremony, but also all relevant information should be collected, and efforts should be made to have a center, focus, core, and not forgetting the original intention.
When you go to the court and stand in the middle of the Taiqian Hall, that is the stage and the battlefield. You cannot be careless.
The trolls in the court and the trolls in the scholarly community are not the same thing. The latter just troll and enjoy themselves after tea and dinner, while the former want to compete for supremacy in the court, so the stakes are high.
There are also three levels of trolls in the court: upper, middle, lower, and amateur.
Amateur trolls spray blindly, spraying others all over their heads and faces, just to enjoy themselves, but it is actually meaningless.
The inferior trolls not only feel good about themselves, but they can also spray in the right place and have real meaning.
A moderate troll can not only make himself happy but also make other officials in the court happy. If I spray you, I can flatter other adults.
The best trolls not only make themselves happy and other adults happy, but also make the emperor happy. Everyone is happy, but the one who is being sprayed is unhappy.
Cao Qilai's current rank is that of a mid-level troll. If you want to troll people in the court, you need to have something to say. Recently, he has also been looking for a way to break through.
Spraying people in court requires practice again and again. You must know that there is a lot to say about spraying in court. It does not mean that you can spray whenever you want in the court. You need to grasp the time, control the force, and calculate the heat. If you are not a supervisor, other officials The person who trolls must pay attention to the "facts". If he trolls ten sentences, at least one of them must be something that has been confirmed.
A group of Cao family members who were inquiring about the news gathered around. Cao Qilai sorted it out on paper and wrote the "essence" on the wat board.
After finishing the last word, Cao Qilai stroked his beard and exhaled: "Good!"
Everyone except the housekeeper went out.
Cao Qilai has a habit of rehearsing before spraying, spraying for one minute, and practicing ten years of skills before spraying, to ensure that everything is perfect.
Or he was a court official, and he had no lack of sense of ceremony. He first changed into his official robe, then rinsed his mouth with tea, opened the door, faced the direction of the palace, cleared his throat, and then spoke.
"My lord, Cao Qi, a member of the Ministry of Etiquette, is here to inform Your Majesty of something."
Cao Qilai, who was talking to himself, put on another pose: "I have been an official for more than twenty years, in order to repay your kindness..."
After a pause, Cao Qilai shook his head: "It's inappropriate. The emperor has only been on the throne for more than a year. It's inappropriate to say this. It's hugely inappropriate. The emperor is a general on horseback and doesn't like procrastination. In this case..."
This guy looked like he was mentally ill and put on another pose: "The new house in the west of the city occupies a vast area and hides filth and dirt. I can't bear to look at it. I went to check it out. It can be said to be horrifying. The rituals and music have collapsed. The rituals and music have collapsed." His Majesty…"
"As an official of my great Zhou Dynasty, I dare not slack off for a day or neglect for a moment..."
"What your Majesty said is absolutely true. What you said is absolutely true. The son of Master Yin Han of the Jingzhao Mansion has taken the courage of a bear and a leopard, and actually recruited private soldiers to return to the field. I am afraid that after hearing this, it will shake our country and the country of the Great Zhou Dynasty. , Only then did he speak out with justice..."
"Yes, yes, your majesty is wise, no, no, no..."
Cao Qilai blushed, waved his hands repeatedly, and said shyly: "Your Majesty's words are serious, your words are serious. How can a humble minister be able to shoulder the responsibility of being a loyal minister of the court and a pillar of the country? I am ashamed of myself..."
As soon as he lifted his official robe, Cao Qilai knelt on his knees and said loudly: "I, humble minister, thank you for Your Majesty's grace. After I take on the role of Minister of Rites, I must devote myself wholeheartedly to my great Zhou Dynasty!"
The butler next to him had his hands on his sleeves. When he saw Cao Qilai standing up, his face was full of admiration: "Master, I can't find any faults."
"Ha ha ha ha."
Cao Qilai stroked his beard and smiled: "Then tomorrow, I will report like this, and the father and son of the Han family will die without a burial place."
The housekeeper took a look at Cao Qilai's face and cautiously reminded him, "Didn't you say that Ma Rulong doesn't seem willing to go to war?"
"The new king has ascended the throne. Ma Rulong is just walking on thin ice and is cautious. The Han family and his son have nothing to fear."
Cao Qilai's smile became colder: "Han You, kid, catch the boss, capture the young minister, supervise the business tax, you are in the limelight, you can just be the stepping stone for me!"
