Where fireworks are hooked, most of them are night business. It was just after noon, and Yan Chengcheng was awakened from his sleep, and his mood was naturally not very good.

In the bedroom, Yan Chengcheng's temples were scattered, his clothes were draped casually, and his phoenix eyes were a little worried, looking at Zong Xiu, who was led in by the turtle slave, and said angrily: "Can't you come later?" Come and knock on the door of the Qinglou in broad daylight, you are the first person in the world. ”

After speaking, Yan Tingcheng yawned.

Zong Xiu was not annoyed, and handed the "Chang'an Weekly" and "Enlightenment" he brought with him to Yan Chengcheng with a smile.

"Yan everyone, the business is done! I've got the kids to sell it along the street and stay until the evening to see what the benefits are. ”

Yan Chengcheng flipped through it casually and questioned: "Although the content of your publication is novel, and the idea of leasing advertising is also very novel, but the printing cost is extremely high, and the profit is not large, are you sure that you can share my profits of 30,000 taels of gold in three years?" ”

"Hehe, it depends on whose seal it is!"

Zong Xiu smiled confidently.

These days, in order to hide the secret of movable type printing, all the craftsmen and villagers are forbidden to leave the Zhuangzi, and even Yan Chengcheng, a partner, does not know what is being produced in the workshop in Jiangjia Village.

Seeing what Zong Xiu said, Yan Tingcheng knocked on the table: "How much do these two things cost?" ”

Here it comes!

Finally got to the point.

Zong Xiu said: "A newspaper costs three cents, and a book or two." ”

"What!"

Yan Tingcheng stood up suddenly, sleepy, looked at Zong Xiu with wide eyes, and said angrily: "You are crazy!" I'm not giving you 6,000 taels of gold, not for you to do a loss-making business. ”

"What's the hurry? Sit down, can't you listen to me and get angry? ”

Zong Xiu rolled his eyes, pointed to the futon on the ground, and motioned for Yan Chengcheng to sit back.

Yan Chengcheng panted for breath, and his broad chest rose and fell for it, revealing snow-white skin: "You'd better give me a reasonable explanation!" ”

Zong Xiu picked up the newspaper on the table and asked lazily, "Yan everyone, in your opinion, how much should the cost of this thing be?" ”

Yan Qingcheng blurted out: "The cost of paper is a penny, if it is printed on a large scale, the ink, labor, and engraving required for each sheet will cost at least ten pennies." ”

"What if I told you that this newspaper costs less than two pennies, and that's half the profit?"

"It can't be!"

Although Yan Chengcheng is in the Qinglou business, he has contact with everyone on weekdays, and he still knows something about printing.

"Even if you make half the profit, how many newspapers can you sell in a year? It is impossible for the people of Chang'an City to buy newspapers every day, and they don't have that spare money. ”

Zong Xiu nodded: "Yes, Chang'an City has a saturated day, but there are ten ways in the world, tens of millions of people, and there is endless business." In the future, I will find a way to sell the newspaper all over the country. Moreover, the newspaper in each subsequent issue also has advertising and leasing fees, as well as helping some Shilin literati publish poems, and then charging a certain fee from them, which is naturally not a small profit. ”

Speaking of this, Zong Xiu winked at Yan Qingcheng.

"If I give a literati a chance to be famous, let them write poems and their names, and have the opportunity to spread them all over the world and make them known to the world. Even if it's just once, how much do you think they'll shell out? ”

"Shhh...... That would be endless gold! ”

Yan Chengcheng gasped.

Zong Xiu laughed wildly: "When the news is closed today. Even if the Holy Providence wants to spread throughout the country, it will take at least a month. Ordinary literati have made a name for themselves near their hometowns, and how many of them know about them hundreds of miles away from their hometowns? ”

"Chang'an Weekly is just my first step! In the future, I will expand the ten trade routes in the world, so that the newspapers and periodicals I print will be widely spread all over the world! ”

"When the time comes, it doesn't matter who advertises or publishes poems, one will receive one thousand taels and one issue every three days. Hehe, three years, are you still afraid that you won't be able to share 30,000 taels of gold? ”

Zong Xiu's plan can be called meticulous and rigorous, and Yan Chengcheng also knows that if he can open up the ten trade routes in the world, not to mention that the first issue of the newspaper will collect 1,000 taels from those literati, even if they receive 10,000 taels, they will be willing to give it.

Just like Zong Xiu said, if today's news is blocked, communication is extremely underdeveloped. Even a descendant of the Kong family like Kong Yingda, you can find someone in a remote city and ask, how many people know?

Literati are all famous.

If you really want to give them a chance to become famous in the world, there are definitely a lot of people who are willing to give their entire net worth in exchange.

In the eyes of the literati, fame is more important than money!

Yan Tingcheng's eyes widened, staring at Zong Xiu tightly, and said worriedly: "The idea is a good idea, but it is not easy to open up trade routes, even if you are as rich as the Chai family, it also took decades of accumulation to open up the ten trade routes in the world, how sure can you sell newspapers and periodicals all over the country in a short period of time?" ”

Zong Xiu smiled mysteriously: "Mountain people have their own clever plans. ”

"Cut." Yan Chengcheng glanced at Zong Xiu, and said again: "I'm still worried about the cost, after all, this is a large-scale printing ......"

Seeing that Yan Chengcheng was still struggling with the cost, Zong Xiu said: "This is the second question I came to you." Yan everyone, please do me a favor, I want to enter the palace to face the saint. ”

"Enter the palace to face the saint?" Yan Chengcheng was puzzled: "What do you want to do?" ”

Zong Xiu said: "Naturally, I will offer treasures to Your Majesty, and by the way, I will strive for the uniqueness of newspapers and periodicals." You also know that officials below the fifth rank are not qualified to face the saint, and now it is inconvenient for me to contact Lu Gong and them, so I can only beg you. ”

Yan Tingcheng stared at Zong Xiu up and down, and after hesitating slightly, he said, "Zong Gongzi wait a minute, the slave family will go and freshen up." ”

"Well, hurry up, the sooner you see Your Majesty, the sooner you can rest assured."

Zong Xiu urged Yan Qingcheng, who turned around and went into the back room, but after a while, he changed his clothes and came out, leading Zong Xiu out of the back door and into a carriage.

She didn't speak to the coachman, and as soon as the man got into the carriage, the carriage creaked and creaked.

In the Daming Palace, Li Shimin was holding newspapers and periodicals to read at random, and at the same time asked His Royal Highness's ministers: "What do you think of Aiqing?" ”

Cheng Yanjin and Zong Xiu have a good relationship, so they naturally want to protect Zong Xiu, so they immediately came out and said: "Your Majesty, Zong Xiu's move is very good, selling books at a low price, it can be said that it is for the benefit of the world's scholars, and it should be rewarded." ”

Wei Zheng stroked his beard and avoided talking about things: "Your Majesty, the content here is really interesting, the poems are a must, and the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" is also very well written, Weichen can't help but want to know the story behind now." ”

"Well, the content is really good."

Li Shimin nodded slowly.

After all, in the newspaper's 'Current News', he was praised as a peerless monarch who had no one before or since, and this sycophant was very useful.

As soon as the words fell, an inappropriate voice appeared.

"Your Majesty, Zong Xiu's move is a privately printed publication, and he should be punished according to the law."