Publishing a collection of poems is also called publishing a book, but it is much simpler than any history book or biography. A book can be made into just one or twenty poems, and does not require a lot of writing.
But whether writing a history book or a collection of poems, the process is cumbersome, because in the long dynasties, book printing was a technological process. You first wrote the words on a piece of thin paper, pasted it on the back of the wooden board, and then carved the words.
, and then add ink to the board for printing. It can be said that printing a book is a major project, and the cost will certainly not be small.
Moreover, after the first book is printed, it must be submitted to the Ministry of Etiquette in the capital of the Yan Kingdom. It must be reviewed and approved by the officials of the Ministry of Rites before it can be officially sold throughout the Yan Kingdom...
The complicated publishing process has resulted in the fact that few people in the literary world of Yan State would think of publishing a book, but if they are confident enough in their own books... they are confident that they can earn back the cost of printing the books.
This is an exception.
However, Chen Jin is an exception. It can be seen from the popularity of "Those Things About Yan Kingdom" all over the country...
Zhu Ziming thought this was a good suggestion. It was just a few poems. He would definitely get them. He smiled and said: "Boss Jin's idea is good, but I only know how to write poems. Other things...
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When Jin Buer heard that he was hesitant to speak, he looked embarrassed. How could Boss Jin, a man who has entered the business world, not know what he meant? He laughed and said: "Brother Zhu, you don't need to worry about other things. You only need to worry about other things."
Just compose poetry, and I will take care of the other things."
As the saying goes, money can make the world go round... The large-scale printing of books and the smooth communication with the officials of the Ministry of Rites were all things that came easily to Jin Buer, who had a wealthy family.
"Okay, I agreed," Zhu Ziming said boldly, but suddenly thought of something and asked: "Boss Jin, how will my remuneration be calculated?"
Jin Fuji seemed to have already planned it, and said bluntly: "You three and I seven, how about it?"
Zhu Ziming only had to write a few poems, and all the slightly difficult tasks were left to Jin Buer. Logically speaking, it is reasonable to divide the money like this, but Zhu Ziming shook his head and said: "Boss Jin, you also know that this
Poems can't be written just by thinking about them. Sometimes just thinking about a poem makes my head spin, and it's not easy for me either..."
"Pfft..." Seeing Mr. Zhu's gloomy face, the three fans all laughed out loud. Mr. Zhu is really interesting. Boss Jin must be a little embarrassed when he said this.
How could Jin Buer not know Mr. Zhu's methods, first soft and then hard. If he didn't agree to give in, he would probably be hard later. This little brother Zhu is really a master!
After getting to know him, Jin Buer sighed inwardly and gritted his teeth: "In this way, we split it 50-50, how about this head office?"
Zhu Ziming smiled as if he had eaten honey: "Boss Jin is really refreshing!"
"Here, I'll give you a drink!" Zhu Ziming picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
The corners of Jin Buer's lips twitched, then he picked up the wine glass and greeted back...
Zhu Ziming's publication of a collection of poems was a final nail in the coffin. Thinking that in addition to the daily income from the academy, and the additional income from publishing books, his life in the future will definitely be more comfortable.
In order to make another step towards establishing his own business in the future, Zhu Ziming thought in his heart that Shen Bixin's pretty face would inevitably appear in his mind at this moment...
Thinking of the face of my future wife, her extremely graceful body cannot be compared to the pink head in my arms. Just touching these breasts, you can know that our little girl is more than one level bigger than Xiao Cui... ...Zhu Ziming's mind wandered, and he couldn't help but pinch Xiao Cui's little cherry a few times.
"Young Master, be gentler," Xiao Cui's pretty face turned red and she moaned, her delicate body became even softer and hotter, she wanted to take off Master Zhu's clothes and have a vigorous battle!
Xiao Cui almost couldn't stop. Brother Zhu is really a prodigal in the world of mortals. This method, hehe... Jin Buer smiled lewdly: "Brother Zhu, strike while the iron is hot. Now that you are famous, this collection of poems must be released as soon as possible. !”
Jin Buer meant to ask Zhu Ziming to write some good poems earlier. Now there are only three poems in the poetry meeting, but they are not enough. At least seven poems are needed to publish a poetry collection?
"How about..." Xiaoqiao was a little more courageous and tried: "Master Zhu is so happy, he must be in an elegant mood, why not write a poem to your heart's content right now?"
"Xiaoqiao said well!" Jin Buer pecked her red lips like a prize, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhu, compose a song, I will remember it for you."
Boss Jin was so excited, how could Zhu Ziming dampen his excitement? Under the blurred gazes of the three fans, a trace of lust appeared on his face: "There is a well in the Cangshan Mountain, and the sky is empty alone, and the stars fall in the sky and the river reflects the distant pupils; The creeks and springs add color, and the isolated island of Songjiang becomes maple-colored overnight!"
"Good poem, good poem, haha..." Before they could react, Zhu Ziming burst into laughter.
The three fans and Jin Bu'er didn't know much about poetry. They could only feel that this poem had neat counterpoints and more elegant rhythm. It must be a good poem. But why did Mr. Zhu laugh alone? Is it because he made such a poem? Are good poems too exciting?
However, Jin Fuji felt that there was something different about Zhu Ziming's smile, but he couldn't describe it. He could only feel that this kid's smile was too bad!
Could it be that this poem is also "bad"? Jin Buer read silently: "There is a well in the Cangshan Mountain that is alone in the sky, the stars fall in the sky and the river reflects the distant pupils; the creeks and springs add color, and the lonely island of Songjiang becomes maple overnight!"
The artistic conception is very beautiful, and the tone of the words is even more beautiful...Jin Buer couldn't feel anything, and secretly thought that maybe this kid was too complacent.
"Master Zhu, you are really talented and talented," the three fans said in unison with admiration.
Zhu Ziming's laughter gradually stopped and he didn't say anything more. He raised his glass and said: "Boss Jin, come and have a drink!"
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In the midst of laughter and laughter, Jin Fuji and Zhu Ziming toasted each other, chatted about some household matters, and had "close contact" with the fans around them from time to time. They were very happy.
At this time, the boss of Huamanlou suddenly walked up to the second floor and stood in front of the railing in the center of the second floor. Her actions suddenly attracted everyone's attention.
I saw the madam swaying her fat buttocks and smiling seductively as she said, "Thank you for your visit tonight. For this reason, I would like to invite our flower-filled oiran to play the flute for you tonight!"