"Sir, I've learned everything clearly." While eating the banquet brought back from Deyuelou, Ji Zhong wiped his mouth full of oil and said, "The most difficult part of running a new newspaper is copying!"

Chen Luo tasted Pinde Yuelou's secret "cold spring brew" and burped. It tasted exactly like the happy fat house water from the previous life. No wonder it was so expensive. A cup actually cost one or two silver.

But he is also an uncle who earns over 100,000 yuan a month, so this little money is nothing. In life, the last thing you can't owe is food and drink.

Let them send two more big tanks tomorrow!

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

"If it's a street newspaper, and the whole newspaper is written in plain Chinese, it's easy. Just find some engraving workshop to type and print. But your story, sir, needs to be written in elegant Chinese."

Chen Luo nodded. Although the story he wrote does not require readers to read through the talent, it still needs elegant literature as a bridge to communicate with the way of heaven.

Ji Zhong took a bite of his elbow meat and continued: "Elegant literature cannot be printed, it needs to be written manually. Confucian scholars have mastered the technique of 'writing a thousand words', and using it for copying, they can write a million words a day. It only consumes

Great righteousness!"

"There is a department in Wenchang Pavilion called the Copying and Copying Department, which is dedicated to the copying of documents and newspapers. The Copying and Copying Department in Zhongjing is mainly responsible for the documents and newspapers of the Zhili generation in Zhongjing."

"We don't have a copywriting department!"

Chen Luo narrowed his eyes and asked, "Does the copywriting department accept outsourcing?"

"Outsourcing?"

"I hired them to copy for me!"

The meat in Ji Zhong's mouth was stuck in his throat. He drank a big gulp of cold spring brew to recover. He smiled bitterly and said: "Sir, the people in the copying department usually have other duties, but they will be carried out three days before the publication of the newspaper.

Copying thing."

Chen Luo put down his chopsticks and calculated in his mind. According to his idea, he planned to publish a weekly newspaper, once a week. Each update of the martial arts novel would be about 15,000 words. If a Confucian scholar can write a million words a day, that is a

A person can be responsible for sixty-six new newspapers every day, excluding the day of publication, that is four hundred.

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

For now, we can consider Zhongjing City first. Relatively speaking, Zhongjing City has the highest Yawen literacy rate in Daxuan, and it is a very important market.

He had asked Xiao Shiyuan before. Zhongjing City, together with the inner and outer cities, has a total of more than 8 million people. Their newspaper, Zhongjing alone, issues more than 300,000 copies every month, and the supply exceeds demand. Wenchang Pavilion is planning to increase it to five

More than 100,000 copies.

Taking into account the unlimited talent of reading, the audience of his new newspaper is definitely several times that of the literary newspaper. If it were to be fully rolled out, it would probably reach millions of copies.

But at the current start-up stage, you can’t eat a whole lot of food in one bite, so you should first test the waters with 10,000 servings as a base.

That is to say, fifty Confucian scholars who are full-time transcribers are needed.

Fifty? Sprinkle some water...

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

"Eight hundred taels!"

Chen Luo choked: "How much?"

"Eight hundred taels!" Ji Zhong blinked and confirmed.

"That's wrong!" Chen Luo waved his hand, "Look, for example, Nanyuan Xi, I heard that his monthly salary in Beifeng Tower is only thirty taels of silver. He is also a Confucian scholar. If he copies for one month

If he has eight hundred taels, what else can he do to talk about Mr. Wen? Also, I saw that there are many poor Confucian scholars in the capital who are too poor to afford food. Why don't you take over the copying job?"

Ji Zhong shook his head: "Young master, you have misunderstood. Not everyone can master the word "writing a thousand words". At least calligraphy must reach the state of "penetrating into the wood" to understand it. For example, I haven't mastered it yet. As for your master, you can write "Laughter"

Why was it so fast when writing "Proud Jianghu"? That's because, sir, you are the original author and have a "confidence in mind", so you can finish it in one go. Otherwise, if you try to copy other books, ten thousand words in one day will be overwhelming."

"Ordinary Confucian scholars are worthless. As long as they have the talent to read thoroughly and recite classics every day, after a few decades, they will naturally become Confucian scholars. Even if they are in the writing state or the poetry state, the power exerted by Haoran Zhengqi depends on the background. There are many

You are not even qualified to be a caravan guard! Your life is naturally miserable."

"It's different for Confucian scholars who can advance to the state of calligraphy of 'three-thirds of wood'. That means the state of writing has reached an extremely deep level. Even if you write a plaque for someone, if you meet someone who is in high demand, a hundred taels of a word is not too expensive!"

"Um..." Chen Luo understood. He thought that this job could be done by a college student, but that's not the case because everyone on the street can do it. It turned out that he needed a highly skilled professional counterpart!

They are senior professionals.

"Eight hundred taels per month for one person, fifty people, that's 40,000 taels per month. Including incentives, marketing, and other staff's salaries, I count it as 50,000 taels! Four issues can be issued in a month, and a total of 40,000 taels are issued.

That newspaper needs at least one, two or three cents of silver to recover the cost."

"My psychological price for the new quotation is about three cents of silver per share. In the middle, there is a loss of one or two cents of silver."

"Now it's just 10,000 copies. If it spreads all over the world, I'll lose money..."

"But the more people read it, the higher the rate of human beings will be, the more feedback I will receive, and the smoother my practice will be!"

Still have to think about how those capitalists in previous lives controlled costs?

For professional talents, if the price is lower than the market price, the labor will not have any complaints. The key is stability.

Chen Luo thought carefully and again.

volunteer?

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

That……

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

Cooperate with the school!

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

Ji Zhong nodded: "Yes, it was the recommendation given to me by Master Wang Qifeng of Zheliu Academy. I originally planned to ask for leave from the young master tomorrow and go to Master Wang's place. After the period when I agreed to protect the young master is over, I will

Enrolled at Zheliu Academy."

"Wang Qifeng?" Chen Luo rolled his eyes, he needed to plan this matter carefully.

…

Zheliu Academy.

"Heads of colleges, the statistics are out." Wang Qifeng bowed to Kong Tianfang solemnly, then glanced at the heads of other colleges and did not say anything further.

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

"Yes!" Wang Qifeng then continued, "Today there are a total of 963 students in Shengwen Square, 153 of them are angry from the body to the point of releasing righteous energy; 96 of them are

From the state of self-seeing to the state of writing; sixty-three people advanced from the state of writing to the state of poetry. Almost all students' reserves of righteousness increased by at least 10%."

"In addition, Yang Ziting, who is in the Xuanzi grade, has been promoted from a master in the enlightenment realm to a master in the enlightenment realm! Other masters also have an increase in righteousness, but it is not as obvious as the students."

After Wang Qifeng finished speaking about the statistical results, he stood aside with his hands tied. For a while, the hall was silent.

After a long while, a middle-aged woman slowly said: "Is it all because of that article "Du Shiniang sank the treasure chest in anger"?"

Wang Qifeng nodded.

It was quiet again.

After a while, a majestic-looking head of the college said, "Nan Yuanxi wants to pay a visit to our college!"

"This makes sense!" The heads of the House of Representatives agreed.

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

"Everyone, please stop being so narrow-minded... Don't make excuses for Nanyuan Xi. Let's speak openly and take a closer look at Wan Anbo's affairs."

"He is now a popular figure in the eyes of the Minister of Literature and the Minister of War. Your Majesty will not even give him the honor of the Ministry of Rites for him, and he is a disciple of the Bamboo Sage. My family, Zheliu Academy, cannot climb up, and neither can you. We need everyone to work together.

!”

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

"That's the real treasure chest!"

When Kong Tianfang revealed what was on his mind, the leader of the House of Representatives couldn't help but smile awkwardly and echoed -
Chapter completed!