Master Zhou suddenly shut up.

Fang Yun knew what the master of Dao Zhou wanted to say, because there were some things that everyone knew.

The half-saint Chen Guanhai is nearly two hundred years old, and he was injured in the battle with the barbarian saint, and the hostile Qingguo once spread rumors that Chen Guanhai could not last five years, and if he fought to the death with the barbarian saint within five years, I am afraid that he would directly fall to the saint.

There is no country without holiness.

Once there are no demi-saints in Jingguo after the fall of Chen Guanhai Sheng, according to the agreement of the Ten Nations, several neighboring countries can annex Jingguo and take on the responsibility of guarding the frontier.

It is even rumored that Zuo Xiang and Qingguo have colluded to weaken Jingguo's strength and prepare for Qingguo's annexation of Jingguo in the future.

Fang Yun put the holy page into a brown paper bag and said, "Please thank Master Cai on my behalf, the matter of publishing the document ......."

"Don't worry, tomorrow I will issue a publication paperwork. Are you going to combine two novels into one?"

"Yes. In addition to writing the preface, I also have to print tens of thousands of promotional pages, and I also need to review the Academy of Literature, can you make it easier?" Fang Yun asked.

"Give it to me, and I'll issue it tomorrow. Master Zhou said.

"Can I write now?" Fang Yun didn't expect things to go so smoothly.

"Go to my study. Master Zhou took Fang Yun to the study.

Fang Yun thanked Master Zhou and sat in the study thinking about how to advertise the new book. There is no television or the Internet in this world, and the best way to do it is to send leaflets around, so you have to think carefully about the content.

Master Zhou flipped through "The Story of the West Chamber" and "The Story of the Pillow", and kept the highlights in his heart.

After a quarter of an hour, Fang Yun finally wrote a brief leaflet of more than 100 words, but the content was too exaggerated, he carefully handed it to Master Zhou, and observed Master Zhou's face.

Master Zhou took a look, Da Lu laughed, and said: "After reading the West Chamber, you read the pillow and become a great Confucian?

Master Zhou continued to read it, and after reading it, he showed a helpless and completely defeated Fang Yun.

"Jingguo's only double-armor saint former child's mental journey? The only three poems in the monthly magazine "Holy Dao", the author of Tonghui, has worked hard to write a new book? It contains the secrets of the imperial examination of Wenxiang students? Jiangzhou Academy of Literature and Literature strongly recommends it this year? The university scholar is amazed for it? Wen Xiang was silent for a long time after seeing it? Fang Yun, are you not afraid that this official will punish you for the crime of spreading rumors and causing trouble? If you don't say anything else, how can Wen Xiang be silent for a long time!" "Master Zhou really wanted to use his official authority to suppress Fang Yun, but he was made by this strange propaganda page.

These words look incredible, but when you think about it carefully, they are really attractive, and Master Zhou admits that he can't come up with such a peculiar sentence if he wants to.

Fang Yun said calmly: "My lord, you said that "The Pillow in the Pillow" can be on the "Holy Dao", this book will inevitably be presented to Wen Xiang, he should not comment in a short time, of course, he is silent for a long time. ”

"If Wen Xiang is very dissatisfied with this book, won't you shoot yourself in the foot?"

"That's even better, I can say, 'It's a work of surprise and anger'!"

"Sophistry!" Zhou shook his head and smiled.

"Can't this propaganda content?" Fang Yun asked.

Master Zhou pondered for a moment and said: "'After reading the West Chamber talks, I read the pillow and be a great Confucian' This sentence is too much, you can let your people say it, but don't set up a text, so as not to give people a handle." As for the scholars who applauded the case, it doesn't matter, Lord Yuan admires you very much, and he won't be angry. As for the text, delete it, you can write a new one to me. ”

"Good. Fang Yun removed the words he was going to and added: This is a story of love and compassion, this is a legendary experience with twists and turns, and the first three poems of the Shuangjia Saint are dedicated to Fang Yun!

After Fang Yun finished writing, he took a closer look, only to feel a strange smell of the ancient costume bitter TV series coming to his face.

Master Zhou looked at the last sentence and was speechless for a long time, Fang Yun simply used his literary name to the extreme, and he was not restrained at all.

After a long while, Master Zhou said: "As soon as "The Legend of the West Chamber" comes out, the novelists in Jiangzhou are afraid to starve to death. If I don't take this as an example, I will ban such demagoguery in the future! If those young scholars and women saw it, they would buy a copy to read even if they didn't eat. ”

Fang Yun laughed secretly in his heart, the last paragraph of the text is designed for women, "The Legend of the West Chamber" is just the beginning, and "Dream of Red Mansions" is the big pit for crazy men and women to go forward and follow.

"When do you start selling this book?"

Fang Yun coughed lightly and said, "The monthly magazine "Holy Dao" is sold on the first day of every month in the Academy of Literature, can you make it convenient for me to allow me to sell books for a day in front of the Academy?"

"You ......" Master Zhou was so angry by Fang Yun's shrewdness that he couldn't speak.

"Shengdao" is sold on the first day of every month, and "Wenbao" is sold on the 1st, 10th and 20th of every month.

"The Academy of Literature clearly stipulates that you are not allowed to sell anything in front of the Academy, and I can't help you. ”

"Then I drove ten ox carts to the printing workshop of the Academy of Literature to pick up books, and someone asked to buy books at the main gate of the Academy, so the Academy can't punish me, right?"

Master Zhou's mind came up with the strange scene of ten ox carts filled with "The Legend of the West Chamber" swaggering through the market together, and he suddenly felt a headache, this Fang Yun was really good at opportunism, so he said vaguely: "Then you be careful, if something happens, I can't protect you." ”

"Thank you, my lord!" Fang Yun was overjoyed.

"How many copies of this book were first printed?" asked Master Zhou.

"There are nearly a million people in Dayuan Mansion alone, and there are many more people reading here than in Jixian, so I plan to print 50,000 copies at a time. Fang Yundao.

"How much pricing?"

"After all, this book is not needed for the imperial examination, and the price cannot be too high, just fifty wen a piece. Fang Yundao.

"Yes, but can someone help you with advice?"

"Of course, I opened a three-flavor bookstore and discussed it with the guys in the bookstore. Fang Yundao.

Master Zhou said: "You leave the original manuscript here, and I will rush out a preface overnight tonight." Before leaving, I will write you a warrant, and tomorrow you can go to Wenhuitang to pick up the publication documents with the warrant, and go directly to the printing house to pick up the books. ”

Fang Yun's eyes fell on his manuscript, and he said in a bad way, "I need the original manuscript to go to the printing workshop of the Academy of Literature, and I can't go empty-handed tomorrow." ”

With a wave of his hand, Master Zhou put away Fang Yun's novel manuscript and the two original advertising manuscripts, stuffed them into his clothes "awe-inspiringly", looked at Fang Yun vigilantly and said, "I will ask people to deliver the manuscript to the printing house, and you will go directly to pick up the book when the time comes." ”

"My lord, you are not kind, but I spent ten days and ten nights writing this manuscript, and I revised it many times, and I almost lost my head. Fang Yun hurriedly complained.

Master Zhou said: "Don't mention this matter for the time being, remember to find me if you need to make a preface in the future." ”

Fang Yun stared at Master Zhou's eyes and said, "Cai County Lingke gave me a holy page, and it is said that the highest bid of the Four Seas Dragon Clan is fifty thousand taels per piece!"

Master Zhou's eyes immediately showed a fierce light, showing his official authority.

Fang Yun was not afraid.

The Shengyuan Continent has the first literary position and the second official position, and even the monarchs of the Ten Kingdoms cannot deprive a child of his literary position, so even if Fang Yun offends the left minister who leans towards the government and the opposition, the scholars in Jixian County are still willing to make friends with him.

Many scholars who don't care about official positions are neither arrogant nor inferior in the face of power, and because of this, no matter how strong the left minister is, more than eighty percent of the people in the military and literary departments still oppose him.

After a while, Master Zhou glared at Fang Yun fiercely and said, "In the future, the books to be published by your Sanwei Book House will be reviewed as soon as possible, and the results will be available within twelve hours, and you can give priority to printing when you go to the printing shop." ”

Fang Yun was still staring at Master Zhou.

Master Zhou said helplessly: "I'll go and ask Master Yuanjun to let this book pass the review of the Holy Academy as soon as possible, and then you can contact the three major booksellers to sell books in other countries! ”

Fang Yun was very satisfied in his heart, and it was of great significance to list "The Pillow in the Pillow" as a must-read in a state, more important than the poems of Zhenguo, but his expression remained the same.

After the last one, Master Zhou showed a reluctant look and said: "I take a step back from the most reluctant, and I can't retreat anymore." I am one of the editors of Wenbao in Jiangzhou, and I can try my best to get some news published in Wenbao. As long as you need it, and you meet the conditions of "Wen Pao", I will try to help you get on "Wen Pao". ”

Fang Yun immediately smiled, he didn't expect to gain so much, he knew better than everyone in this world the value of "Wenbao" or the media, and the media could even become the main force to subvert a country.

"There is Master Lao Zhou, and the students say goodbye. Fang Yun thanked him.

Zhou Zhushu wrote a warrant to Fang Yun with an unhappy face, and then sent Fang Yun away, but when he turned around, the smile on Zhou's face bloomed like a flower, and he carefully took out Fang Yun's manuscript and looked at it with fascination.

"Good things, good things! What gold, silver, jewelry, and antiques can compare with the wisdom of a scholar! Just looking at and touching it, I am satisfied. Yes, very good, I need to help him more in the future. ”

The more Zhou Zhushu read it, the more excited he became, and he couldn't hold it back, so he took the original manuscript of "The Pillow in the Pillow" and went straight to the Jiangzhou Prefecture Jun Li Wenying Li University Scholar's Mansion.

Not long after, Master Zhou's painful and angry shouts suddenly came from the Li Mansion.

"Li Wenying, you dare to snatch my ...... The manuscript that Fang Yun gave me! I want to refer to you! As a dignified scholar and a third-grade master, you robbed me of a six-grade master book and a small private belongings of the humanities, you are simply mad!"

"You actually forced me to leave with war poems? I will crash to death in front of your house! Return my "Pillow Notes"! Otherwise, I will sue the emperor!"

"Despicable! despicable!"

"Master Yuanjun, Scholar Li, you are doing well, return me "Pillow Notes"!"

"Okay! Okay! Okay! I'm going to lock up "The Legend of the West Chamber" so that you won't be able to see the original manuscript for the rest of your life! I will also repair the book and tell Cai He, and I won't show you the original manuscript of "Jixian Morning Journey" when I die!"

"Li Wenying old bastard, I'm not done with you!"

Zhou Zhushu was tired of scolding, and complained in a low voice: "Is this retribution?" and then went home sullenly.

Fang Yun got the benefit, went home happily, put on two pillars of incense before going to bed, and fell asleep peacefully.

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