Patriarch Xiao's attention was not on what Li Chongrun said. He responded casually, then reached out and took out a printed book, holding it in his hand and flipping through it carefully.
Li Chongrun saw that he was wearing a wedding dress but not the groom's accessories, so he asked curiously: "Brother Xiao, is he getting married today?"
"The prince is joking, Xiao's dog is already enlightened, why do you want to get married?" Xiao Song didn't even raise his head, flipping through the book in his hand very diligently, and muttering to the manuscript.
"Then why are you wearing wedding clothes today and the sound of the ring troupe can be heard in the house?"
Seeing that Xiao Song had no time to talk to him about serious matters, Li Chongrun had no choice but to chat with him while waiting for him to finish the book.
"My late father's funeral today will naturally be more lively."
Xiao Song didn't look sad at all, and his face even looked a little happy.
"It's actually your father's funeral, and Chongrun came rashly. It's really a bit reckless." Li Chongrun was a little embarrassed, thinking that the patriarch is really a nerd. He is actually in the mood to ask people to pick up books for such a big event. He is really a nerd.
However, he still has to have the etiquette he should have: "I hope Brother Xiao will express my condolences and accept the change."
"Where does sorrow come from?" Xiao Song shook the book in his hand very disapprovingly, "Your Majesty favored my late father and gave him the title of Doctor Jin Ziguanglu, and also gave him the posthumous title of Wenxiang. A scholar, who can
Naturally, I am overjoyed to receive this honor.”
"Ah?" Li Chongrun felt a little unable to keep up with the thoughts of these scholars.
But at this time, Xiao Song had already finished flipping through the book in his hand, and happily expressed his satisfaction to Li Chongrun: "Xiao thanked the prince here. I think it will be very satisfying for my late father to see Xiao's bad work published in the world.
It’s just gratifying.”
After finishing the ceremony, Xiao Song remembered that Li Chongrun had just told him that he wanted to discuss business, but since his family was neither an official nor a businessman, how could there be any business to discuss?
But Li Chongrun didn't look like he was making fun of himself, so he simply opened his mouth and asked: "I wonder what kind of business the prince wants to discuss with Xiao? Could it be that the prince printed the book and lost the money?"
"No, no, to help with cultural and educational matters, even if I am so poor that I sell iron, I would not dare to ask for a penny from Brother Xiao."
Li Chongrun patted his chest and said, "The business I came to discuss with Brother Xiao this time was about the royalties for publishing the book. Last time, Brother Xiao went to revise the book before he could finish his words, and it turned out that even the royalties were charged.
It’s not clear how it will be settled. I wonder how Brother Xiao’s pen retouching expenses will be settled, should it be settled in one lump sum or calculated on a share basis?”
"The prince is involved in publishing books, and Xiao is already very frightened. How dare he talk about wealth." Xiao Song said it very politely, but there was still a hint of hope in his eyes.
"In business, books like this are regarded as knowledge to Brother Xiao, but they are just goods to rough people like me. Goods must always have a quotation. There is no reason why the owner of the goods must pay back the price when I buy the goods."
"Then, according to the prince, how to settle this... royalties is more appropriate?" Xiao Song was still not used to the new vocabulary invented by Li Chongrun, but he thought he was afraid of poverty, so he asked Li Chongrun carefully what he meant.
"If you are a businessman, I naturally hope to give Brother Xiao a sum of money and then print this book all over the world. Wouldn't it be a huge profit?"
Li Chongrun patted the manual at hand, with a sad expression on his face. "It's just that I feel that it would be too much of a waste for someone like Brother Xiao to concentrate on his studies and be distracted by calculating how much a word costs."
Brother’s talent.”
"What does the prince mean, no matter how much this book is sold, Xiao can get half of the book money?" Xiao Song is a bookworm, not a fool, so he naturally understands Li Chongrun's thoughts. "If the book is better, then I bought it.
Naturally, the more people there are, the more Xiao will earn?"
"That's natural. If one day Brother Xiao writes a book that will last forever, I'm afraid Brother Xiao will be able to shut down his pen and live a life of immortality. Of course, after deducting the cost of printing the book." Li Chongrun laughed.
Very sincere, as sincere as the Douyin celebrity in northern Myanmar who tricked you into visiting.
Xiao Song just pondered for a moment, and then simply agreed to Li Chongrun's proposal. However, in his opinion, printing a book, a matter of huge investment, did not know when the money would be recovered, and the issue of dividends was nothing more than Li Chongrun's proposal.
Comfort yourself with your pie.
But now that the prince has printed these books for him, Xiao Song is already very happy, but why does the prince prefer to lose money to print the books for him? Maybe he is trying to win over himself? Because he is famous?
But fortunately, Xiao Song is considered a self-aware person. Does he know that his talent is not enough in front of this young prince who won the Jinshi at the age of thirteen?
"Did the prince take a fancy to the tea that Xiao sent last time? There are still several tea mountains in Xiao's home. If the prince doesn't mind it, he can just take it. It will be very troublesome to take care of the tea mountains and there will not be much profit."
Xiao Song unknowingly said what was in his heart. When he looked up, he saw Li Chongrun looking at him with a strange look on his face.
Xiao Song, who was a little embarrassed, wanted to say goodbye and take the book to preside over the ceremony, but Li Chongrun mentioned another matter: "Brother Xiao, I have a small matter, and I hope Brother Xiao can help."
"Your Majesty, if you have any request, Xiao will be willing to fight through mountains and seas of fire without hesitation!"
"I don't dare to ask. I wonder if there are any gentlemen who want to publish books in Brother Xiao's family? I would like to invite a few gentlemen to teach. If there are gentlemen who are willing to publish books, come to my newly opened school to teach some children how to read, I will
Wang is willing to publish their books with the same treatment as Brother Xiao."
"What?"
Xiao Song originally thought that the prince was just trying to win over him, so he was willing to spend some money to buy horse bones. Who knew that the young prince would go to such great lengths just to recruit a few teachers? Who was he planning to teach?
Yourself? Your Majesty has already won the Jinshi, what else do you need to learn?
"The king is willing to hire a few teachers to take care of them. I can also publish books for them and enjoy the same treatment as the prince."
Li Chongrun repeated his words again.
"real?"
The expression on Xiao Song's face gradually changed from unimaginable to overjoyed. "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, please wait a moment. Xiao will come as soon as he goes."
"Your Majesty is cheating. We went out without any money."
Gongsun Lan expressed his naked contempt for Li Chongrun's empty-handed tactics.
"How can it be called fraud? This is just information asymmetry. He doesn't know the cost of printing books, but we do."
Li Chongrun touched his hairless chin and nodded with satisfaction. "Listening to what he said just now, I actually charge him some benefits and then don't give him a penny of royalties. Xiao Song also wants to
I am grateful to you."
Gongsun Lanxian glanced at Li Chongrun, the meaning in his eyes was very complicated.
"Of course, I will not lie to this nerd. I still understand the principle of buying horse bones with a thousand dollars. Only if this nerd makes money, will there be a second and third one..."
The two of them were talking casually when they heard a commotion outside, which seemed like a hornet's nest.
After a while, a somewhat embarrassed Xiao Song rushed in holding a large pile of handwritten books and scrolls.
"Your Majesty, how many people are you going to teach?"