The next day, Lan Chen walked out of the house and received good news.
I saw Xiao Zhou happily handing over a cloth bundle, which contained several story books and some silver coins.
"Master, this is what Tingyu Pavilion sent here. It is said to be the distribution of profits this time. There are forty taels in it. They also sent some first printing copies."
The heavy sense of security made Xiao Zhou smile happily.
Lan Chen nodded, "It's not bad. Six story books, 30% to 70% profit, but it's only the first few times I've been able to earn this kind of income."
At this point, his tone was so calm that Xiao Zhou was a little surprised.
Forty taels of silver is okay, right?
This is the living expenses of a family for many years.
It seems like I can still have this kind of income in the future.
Xiao Zhou blinked his eyes and said with admiration, "Young Master is really amazing. He can write storybooks and earn so much."
Lan Chen smiled happily and took out twenty-two of them. "Take these to Zhu Laosan. Let him have a hearty dinner, and treat it as a blessing for you. By the way, I remember you know how to do it."
Literate?"
"A little bit, a little bit."
"Well, I'll give you these story books as a gift. You can use them as entertainment in your free time."
"Thank you, Master." Xiao Zhou's cheeks were slightly red and his eyebrows were lowered. It was a great blessing to be able to see Lan Chen's masterpiece with his own eyes.
But Lan Chen also forgot that the book at the bottom... was the Plum in the Golden Lotus.
For those who were initially ignorant, it was quite exciting.
After learning about the most famous martial arts schools in Xuzhou from Xiao Zhou, Lan Chen also walked out.
Due to the existence of "Qi Neng", the martial arts school has been in decline a lot, but it has also assumed more of the function of "teaching and educating people".
After all, the number of people with miraculous abilities is pitifully small, and most of them are ordinary people.
And what ordinary people can rely on is nothing more than one move after another in martial arts.
Those who have completed their studies will go to the guard, the escort agency, and the first place of employment.
He may even go to the capital and achieve great success.
The two groups of martial arts practitioners and those with extraordinary abilities cannot be said to be diametrically opposed to each other, but they are by no means living in harmony.
Just like here in the north of the city, the Supreme Saint Martial Arts School and the Qineng Private School stand across the street. It seems that the martial arts school is bustling with people, but in the sparse traffic on the other side, there is quite a self-restraint and arrogance. The Qineng practitioners don't even look at it
It doesn't matter if there are few people to get through the heat on the opposite side. One miraculous person often needs ten, hundreds, or even a thousand martial arts practitioners to be able to deal with them. They have their own pride.
Lan Chen walked towards the 'Holy Saint Martial Arts Hall' without hesitation.
His physical ability is extremely poor, let alone parrying every move, he can't do anything.
For him, all he needs to do to become stronger is sacrifice with silver coins, but the only thing that can be achieved overnight is this down-to-earth method.
That's why he thought of coming here to find some opportunities.
Entering the martial arts hall, you are filled with the energy of the morning sun. The broad nave is full of naked people, standing on horseback, punching and kicking moves. The sweat gradually evaporates under the baking of the sun, and it is also a test.
The willpower of martial arts practitioners.
Seeing this, Lan Chen was a little excited to try it out.
His body was all sickly and gentle, with no trace of masculinity at all.
After throwing the last punch, the leading martial artist said, "Okay, today's morning exercise is over. The disciples in the inner hall will stay. The disciples in the outer hall must not forget to teach you. Remember to practice more when you go back. Let's go back."
After about half of them bowed, they changed into plain clothes and left, while the remaining disciples in the inner hall began to prepare for the next drill.
After Lan Chen saw him, he quickly stepped forward and asked how to join the martial arts gym.
After some introductions, I went to the inner hall and met the curator.
"Director Song, someone is looking for you. I brought you here. Say goodbye."
"I understand. Come, please sit down and drink tea." Curator Song greeted him quickly and motioned for him to sit on the chair.
When he saw the person clearly, Director Song showed a surprised expression, "Isn't this the young master? What kind of wind brings you here?"
"Recognize me? Then you don't have to say hello." Lan Chen smiled awkwardly. He clearly saw a flash of 'disgust' in his eyes, but then it turned into flattery.
The slightly raised sword eyebrows were probably not planning on how to kill him.
Does it really look like a ‘taken advantage of’?
"When the old lord was still here, he had a lot of contacts with the Lan Mansion. Have you forgotten? Aren't those guards hired from me before? Of course, since the young lord lived in Xuzhou, the guards have done a good job.
If it wasn't good, he was fired."
Curator Song smiled. Lan Chen felt a little ashamed after saying this.
Rather than dismissal, it was clearly because 'he' had ruined the family so much that he had no money to hire a bodyguard.
But Director Song just replaced the tea leaves that had been soaked for an unknown period of time without changing his expression, then methodically took out the hidden tea can and put new tea in it.
While making tea, they talked enthusiastically about local affairs. With such enthusiasm, someone who didn't know would have thought that the two of them knew each other very well.
"Come, come, little lord, try this new tea. I bought it from a horse dealer. It tastes very good."
"Then you're welcome."
Seeing that the other party was so polite, Lan Chen quickly held the tea cup with both hands and tasted it carefully, "Well, good tea. Much better than what I have."
"The young master is so humble, how can he compare with the people in the palace." Curator Song smiled flatteringly, put down the tea cup, raised his hand, and whispered, "Come here this time, do you have anything to take care of, the young master?"
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"I have heard a little bit about what happened in the house. Now that I have come here, I should have overcome the difficulty. First of all, congratulations to the Lan Mansion for being reborn from the ashes. Will there be five guards here this time, or eight? I have several here recently.
What a good young man, he is hard-working and devoted to his duties."
The more he talked, the more elated Director Song became, as if he wanted to show off his skills.
Lan Chen showed a bitter smile. No wonder Director Song was so enthusiastic. He was so eager to give his disciples a way out.
Guards do have their role, especially for Lan Chen's status, coupled with the fact that Yanfang's rise to prominence will attract many flies in the future.
But that is also a matter for the future.
Nowadays, it is really difficult to find a bodyguard by your side...
Suddenly an idea came to his mind, Lan Chen smiled and said, "I never thought Director Song was so caring about Lan Mansion, I'm so grateful for his love."
"But you should also know that everything is still in ruins. There is no need for so many guards. One is enough. But I have another purpose for coming here this time. I have a friend who wants to embark on the journey of martial arts.
Lu, you want to ask me to make some inquiries."
Director Song had an unpredictable look on his face, but when he heard that he wanted a guard, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and the idea of becoming a disciple made him smile.
Immediately, he introduced the cost and other related issues to Lan Chen in detail.
After careful calculation, it seems that hiring a guard is more cost-effective.
"Sure, I'll tell that friend when I get back and let him make his own decision. Director Song, please help me recruit a more experienced guard. It's best to be a veteran who can give me some advice. The salary is not an issue."
"Okay, I happen to have an experienced hand here. He has run darts, floated across the sea, and has several foreign heads on his hands." Curator Song looked proud, "But...he is the one who has
I have suffered internal injuries, and sometimes my body is not that strong, but the salary is easy to talk about. Forty taels per month?"
Lan Chen's eyes lit up, this kind of veteran is even better. This chapter has been completed!