Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

"Supplement?"

Zheliu Academy, in the first room of the academy.

Kong Tianfang looked at Chen Luo with doubtful eyes, "Wan Anbo, please elaborate."

Chen Luo nodded: "The so-called supplements are the periodicals that are sold outside the normal period of the "Min Pao". The head of the Confucius Institute can be understood as Enke outside the main section of the imperial examination."

"I see." Kong Tianfang understood after saying that, and then asked again, "What is the charter of this supplement? Does Wan Anbo have a plan?"

Chen Luo said: "The rules of "Daxuan Min Bao" remain unchanged, and it is still published every seven days. The supplement is published during the seven-day interval, and it is not a fixed section."

"Currently, the tentatively published content is "Swordsman"."

"For example, if the "People's Daily" is published on the first day, and the third issue is published, the fourth issue will be published on the next day, and the fifth issue will be published on the next day... and so on. Change the week to the daily update."

"However, in order not to affect the publication of the "Min Pao", only five supplements will be issued during the six-day interval. No supplements will be issued on the day before the next issue of "Min Pao" goes on sale!"

"So, what does the head of the Confucius Institute think?"

Kong Tianfang was overjoyed in his heart. In this way, wouldn't every seven days have six days of happiness.

As for that tough day, it was over in a hurry.

"How much does Wan Anbo plan to sell for the supplement?" Kong Tianfang restrained his joy and continued to ask.

"Slightly lower than the "Min Pao", one-third of the silver. Still according to the "Min Pao" rules, I am seventh, college two, and Wenchang Pavilion one."

"This..." Kong Tianfang frowned slightly. To be honest, the credits of the academy are also very valuable, and they can be exchanged for a lot of good things. The sales volume of "Min Pao" is indeed high, but the academy is actually losing money. Of course, the benefits to the academy by cooperating with the "Min Pao" are far greater than the sacrifices. For example, the merits of education are hard to find, but Wan Anbo has to owe his favor.

Scholar, what is money, friendship is worth a thousand dollars!

Now that Wan Anbo wants to add a daily supplement, isn't it another great opportunity to send a favor?

It is best to turn Wan Anbo to Zheliu Academy to be a full-time professor!

There is no need for him to teach anything, as long as Zhe Liute is dedicated to a Yawen story, then Shengyuan can also take a big lead in the competition with those old rivals.

Not to mention today's Chen Luo, who already has the title of "Shuangjue of Poetry and Music".

It has to be done!

Kong Tianfang sighed deeply, took out his superb acting skills when he complained in Wenchang Pavilion and asked for funds, and said, "Wan Anbo, this old man calls you a little friend. This week's hair is changing day by day, and investment will increase. Multiple times!"

"Students naturally don't ask for anything in return, but there are some criticisms about this in Wenchang Pavilion."

"Of course, I am not afraid of rumors in Zheliu Academy, as long as you are my friend..."

Chen Luo scratched his head: "Is there any difficulty? That's fine... I asked Fourth Senior Brother to call me from the Bamboo Forest line..."

"No difficulty!" Kong Tianfang was startled and blurted out.

Damn, he actually forgot that behind him was the line of Zhulin, and the fourth Zhulin Mang was by his side.

He must have known everything about picking wool!

Kong Tianfang's thoughts changed, and he quickly smiled: "Chen Xiaoyou's article, my academy will naturally benefit a lot. This old man is very fond of "Swordsman", if you want to publish this article every day, the old man is too happy to be happy, how can there be difficulties... "

"I'll go back and convene the other heads of the hospital and tell them the good news."

"I think we must be rejoicing, playing the crown and celebrating..."

"It's just that the task of transcribing this supplement must be undertaken by our eight major academies in Beijing."

"We're doing business, Wan Anbo, please rest assured!"

Kong Tianfang almost used the technique of "one-shot" to say these words in one breath.

Chen Luo: Hmph, let you scour the wool.

My sheep is awakened!

……

"Good news, good news!" Unexpectedly, the newsboy team, which only appeared in the morning, actually ran through the streets of Zhongjing City at noon.

"The People's Daily has issued a new supplement to publish "The Swordsman"!"

"You don't have to suffer from that lovesickness, you will vomit when you see a supplement!"

"The first supplement, five more times!"

One after another crisp voices were sung all over the central capital city. Curious people called the newsboys and took a small page similar to a draft newspaper from the newsboys. The small page was written in eye-catching fonts—

"Min Pao sold 100,000 copies, and Wan Anbo vomited blood and broadcasted it!"

"The supplement will be sent tomorrow, and the first issue will be serialized five times!"

"There are supplements every day, Xiaoao will not stop!"

Following the detailed information about the supplement, the scholar grabbed the newsboy's hand: "Is this true?"

The newsboy nodded quickly: "Really!"

"It will be released tomorrow?"

"It will be released tomorrow!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

The people's hearts were very happy, and they took out a gold ingot from their arms, a full ten taels, and stuffed them into the hands of the newsboy: "I will reward you..."

……

Zheliu Academy.

"What? Daily supplement?" Yang Houye, who was copying the copybook, stopped in mid-air, looking at his excited classmates in disbelief.

"Yes, the news just came out. Wan Anbo is going to add a supplement to "Swordsman" every day. In addition, the first supplement tomorrow will be published five times. The master asked me to call you, today's task is heavy, and everything needs to be done. Push it off."

"Really?"

"How could I lie to you about something like this? What important thing do you have to do?"

Yang Houye was stunned for a moment, then suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled.

"Hahahaha, I can have any major event, except for death...hahahaha... Five episodes on the first day, serialized every day! Refreshing, refreshing!"

In the laughter, Yang Houye's body suddenly burst into blue light, and a giant mountain phantom flashed behind him, and then the sound of chanting came from the surrounding space.

That classmate rubbed his eyes: "Hou Ye? Are you...promoted to the master realm?"

Yang Houye smiled indifferently: "I have long been standing at the end of the poetic realm, but I have no choice but to see the fog in front of my eyes. I heard such good news today, my heart is happy, my thoughts are clear, and the fog naturally dissipates, and I can see the mountain of books!"

"Wan Anbo has a good news, help me to become a master! I should be worshipped by my teacher!"

As Yang Houye said that, he bowed deeply in the direction of the Earl's Mansion...

……

North Wind Tower.

Nan Yuanxi and Sang Luo sat in the first place, looking at Mr. Saiwen, who was densely packed below.

At this time, the number of people was much larger than the last Beifenglou gathering.

"The supplementary issue is a good thing. There are new chapters to talk about every day. Why are you all so gloomy?" Nan Yuanxi frowned and said.

Now Nan Yuanxi has an extraordinary position among Mr. Wen, and even Sang Luo is willing to be his deputy. As soon as he asked these words, the atmosphere in the Beifeng Building suddenly became a little lower.

After a while, a young Mr. Shuowen hesitated and said, "Mr. Nan, it's a good thing to add a new publication. It's also a good thing for me to extend the time of the talk and break it down one at a time. But... I'm worried..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone nodded.

The young gentleman seemed to be inspired, and continued: "Wan Anbo is a talented person, blessed by heaven, and can be regarded as a parent who needs food and clothing. However, such as the book "Swordsman", how many books can Wan Anbo write?"

"With such a supplement, "Xiaoao" will only be finished in a month or so, so what should I do after that?"

Hearing the young gentleman's concerns, Nan Yuanxi looked at Sang Luo: "Sang Gong, please talk about it first."

Sang Luo nodded and said, "Your concerns are not unreasonable. Therefore, I negotiated with Mr. Nan, and agreed with Wan Anbo to separate storytelling from storytelling and set up a storytelling guild."

"Only when you join the Storyteller Guild can you comment on Wan Anbo's articles in the public eye. Otherwise, Heaven will punish him!"

"As long as there are guilds, there are regulations. Tomorrow, the supplement will be published five times in a row~www.novelmt.com~ Counting the first two issues, there will be a total of seven times. Everyone chooses the opening chapter, disrupting the order of storytelling. ."

"Today, Beifenglou said the first time, then Zuiyuelou is the third time, and Qingfenglou is the fourth time!"

"Let those who have never heard of it make their own choices, and let everyone have a meal!"

"I am the best place in the world in Beijing. There are more than a million outsiders every day, and there are fresh things every day. How can I lose my place?"

"Even if there is only one book, there are differences between us and the others. If you just want to follow the script, you will not live up to your uncle's good intentions! Don't forget, this is a book of Yawen, and it has its own power of heaven. !"

Sang Luo's tone was getting heavier and heavier, but everyone's heart became brighter when they heard it.

At this time, Nan Yuanxi coughed slightly, and then said, "Sang Gong's words are good, but there is one more thing, I said it for the first time and also the last time, everyone listen carefully."

"Who said Wan Anbo could only write the book "Swordsman"!"

……

The lanterns are on.

Now it has spread throughout the entire Central Capital, and tomorrow will be supplemented with "Swordsman" five times in a row.

There were people squatting at the sales points of Wenbao early on, and the patrol city division sent people to drive them away, but in the end they also squatted there and lined up.

Some people even dispatched servants to spread all over the city, guarding the corners where newsboys often appear.

Five times in a row, how many wonderful things should be hidden in the book?

Who is that big brother?

What happened to Lin Pingzhi in the end?

Five times, there must be an answer!

The entire Zhongjing city is holding their breath, waiting for tomorrow...

……

Earl's House.

Song Tuizhi spread out the paper, picked up a pen and wrote: Respect for the teacher——

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