Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

"Young Master, I've already figured it out." Ji Zhong wiped his mouth full of oil and said, "The most difficult part of running a new newspaper is copying!"

Chen Luo tasted the "Cold Spring Brew" secretly made by Pindeyuelou and hiccupped. It tasted exactly like the happy fat house water from the previous life, no wonder it was so expensive. A cup actually costs a coin or two.

However, he is also an uncle with a monthly income of 100,000 yuan, so what kind of money is this. In life, the most important thing you can't owe is food and drink.

Let them send two more tanks tomorrow!

"Copy? Why do you say that?" Chen Luo asked.

"If it's a street newspaper, the whole newspaper is written in plain language, then it's easy. Just find some lettering workshops to type and print. But your story, sir, is written in elegant language."

Chen Luo nodded. Although the stories he wrote did not limit the reader's ability to read through, he still needed Yawen as a bridge to communicate with the Tao of Heaven.

Ji Zhong took a bite of the elbow and continued: "Yawen has no way to print, and needs to be handwritten. Confucian scholars master the technique of 'writing a thousand words', which can be used in copying and copying, and can write millions of words a day. It only consumes Righteousness is great!"

"There is a department in the Wenchang Pavilion, called the Transcription Division, which is dedicated to the copying of newspapers. The Transcription Division in Zhongjing is mainly responsible for the newspapers of the Zhongjing and Zhili generations."

"We don't have a copywriter!"

Chen Luo squinted his eyes and asked, "Is the transcriptionist accepting outsourcing?"

"Outsourcing?"

"I hired them to copy it for me!"

Ji Zhong's flesh was stuck in his throat, and after drinking a large mouthful of cold spring brew, he recovered, and said with a wry smile: "Young master, the people in the copywriting company usually have other jobs, but they will execute the transcription three days before the publication of the paper. Things."

Chen Luo put down his chopsticks and calculated in his heart that according to his thoughts, he planned to issue a weekly newspaper once a week. Each update of martial arts novels is about 15,000 words. If a Confucian scholar can write one million words a day, that means one person can be responsible for sixty-six new newspapers every day, excluding the rest on the issue day, that is four hundred.

Of course, people can't use it to death like this. If you fold it in half, that's 200 copies.

At present, Zhongjing City can be considered first. Relatively speaking, the literacy rate of Yawen in Zhongjing is also the highest in Daxuan, which is a very important market.

He had asked Xiao Shiyuan before that there were more than 8 million people in the central capital and the inner and outer cities. Their paper newspaper is only in Beijing, and more than 300,000 copies are issued every month, and the supply is still in short supply. Wenchang Pavilion is planning to increase to more than 500,000 copies.

Considering the unlimited talent of reading through, his new newspaper audience is definitely several times that of the paper newspapers, and it is estimated that millions of copies will be needed to fully spread it out.

But at the beginning stage, you can't eat a fat man in one bite. First, try the water with 10,000 servings as the base.

That is to say, fifty full-time Confucian scholars are required to transcribe.

Fifty? Sprinkle water...

Chen Luo was sure, poured himself another glass of cold spring brew, and asked, "How much is the monthly salary of a full-time Confucian scholar?"

"Eight hundred taels!"

Chen Luo choked, "How much?"

"Eight hundred taels!" Ji Zhong blinked to confirm.

"That's not right!" Chen Luo waved his hand, "Look, Nan Yuanxi, for example, I heard that his monthly salary in Beifenglou was only 30 taels of silver for a month. He is also a Confucian scholar. If there are eight hundred taels, what else does he do to say Mr. Wen. Also, I see that there are also many poor scholars in the capital who can't afford the poor food, so why don't they take up the job of transcribing?"

Ji Zhong shook his head: "Young master, you're wrong. 'Writing a thousand words' is not something that everyone can master. At least calligraphy has to reach the level of 'into the wood' to comprehend it. For example, I haven't mastered it yet. The reason why it was so fast when you wrote "Ao Jiang Hu" is because you are the original work, you can only do it overnight. Otherwise, if you try to transcribe other books, you will be able to write 10,000 words a day."

"Ordinary Confucian students are worthless. As long as you have the talent to read the classics and read the classics every day, after a few decades, you will naturally be a Confucian scholar. Even in the realm of writing or poetry, the power of Haoran's righteousness depends on the background, many People are not even qualified to be caravan escorts! Life is naturally poor."

"It's different for a Confucian scholar who can enter the realm of calligraphy of "Three Points in the Wood". That is, the pen-writing realm has reached a very deep level. Even if you write a plaque, if you meet someone who is sought after, it is not too expensive to write a word for a hundred taels!"

"Uh..." Chen Luo understood. He thought that this job could be done by a college student, but he was still dissatisfied with everything on the street. In the end, he needed a professional counterpart!

They are professionals.

"One person is 800 taels per month, 50 people, 40,000 taels per month. If it is considered as incentives, marketing, and the salary of other personnel, I count it as 50,000 taels! I can issue four issues a month, and a total of 40,000 taels are issued. A copy of the report. It will take at least one, two or three cents of silver to recover the cost.”

"My psychological price for the new paper is about three cents of silver. There is a shortfall of one or two silver in the middle."

"Right now it's only ten thousand copies. If it were to spread all over the world, I would lose money..."

"But the more people who read it, the higher the rate of red dust qi will be generated, and the more feedback I can receive, the smoother my practice will be!"

Still have to think about it, how did the capitalists in the previous life control costs?

Professional talents, even lower than the market price, the labor will not have any complaints. The key is stability.

Chen Luo thought about it carefully.

Volunteer?

No, the liquidity is too strong and it is not very stable.

That……

Chen Luo's eyes suddenly lit up, he thought of the famous salacious operations of those companies in his previous life——

Cooperate with the school!

Chen Luo suddenly looked at Ji Zhong: "Xiao Ji, I remember you were going to study at Zheliu Academy in Zhongjing, right?"

Ji Zhong nodded: "Yes, it is the recommendation made by Master Wang Qifeng of Zheliu Academy. I originally planned to ask the son for leave tomorrow and go to the master of the king. When the period of my promise to protect the son is over, I will then Enter Zheliu Academy."

"Wang Qifeng?" Chen Luo's eyes rolled around, this matter had to be carefully planned.

……

Zheliu Academy.

"The head of the academy, the statistics are out." Wang Qifeng gave Kong Tianfang a salutation, and glanced at the heads of other academies, but didn't say anything further.

"It's okay, tell me and listen~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Kong Tianfang knew Wang Qifeng's concerns and said directly.

"Yes!" Wang Qifeng then continued, "Today there are 963 students in Shengwen Square, of which 153 are angered from the body to the level of righteousness; 96 students From the realm of self-seeing to the realm of writing brushes; sixty-three people advanced from the realm of writing a pen to the realm of poetry. Almost all the students’ righteousness reserves have increased by at least 10%.”

"In addition, Yang Ziting, who was in the Xuanzi grade, was promoted from the master of the enlightenment realm to the master of the enlightened realm! Other masters have also increased their righteousness, but they are not as obvious as those of the students."

After Wang Qifeng finished speaking about the statistical results, he stood aside with his hands in his hands, and there was silence in the lobby for a while.

After a long while, a middle-aged woman said slowly, "It's all because of that piece "Du Shiniang sinks the treasure chest in anger"?"

Wang Qifeng nodded.

It was quiet again.

After a while, a dignified head of the academy said, "Nan Yuanxi wants to come to our academy!"

"This statement makes sense!" The leaders of the House of Representatives echoed.

Kong Tianfang calmly took a sip of tea and glanced at the head of the House of Representatives.

"Everyone, don't worry about it... Don't talk about Nan Yuanxi, let's open the skylight and talk about it, let's take a good look at Wan Anbo's affairs."

"He is now a celebrity in the eyes of the Minister of Literature and the Minister of War. His Majesty doesn't even give face to the Ministry of Rites for him, and is even a disciple of the Bamboo Sage. My family of Zheliu Academy can't climb high, and neither can you, we need everyone to work together. !"

"Writing about Zhong Kui and then about Du Shiniang, who knows what he can write next?"

"That's the real treasure chest!"

When the head of the House of Representatives was told by Kong Tianfang, he couldn't help but smile in embarrassment and echoed:

"Yes, we have to plan this matter carefully!"

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