Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

"Then bring it to me to have a look." Li Xin suddenly became a little interested, put down his chopsticks and said with a smile.

Zhao Ke also smiled, leaned forward and said, "Let's wait until the prince finishes eating. Otherwise, it's like a servant girl urging the prince."

Li Xin wiped his hands and said with a smile, "It's okay, it's okay." As soon as Zhao Ke mentioned the script, he suddenly became curious about what the scripts written by serious ancients looked like, so he didn't want to delay for a moment. What's more, he always used his mobile phone to read online articles when he was eating, but now he just reads the paper version.

"Why don't you continue to eat, and the servant girl will read it to you." Zhao Ke suggested softly.

This proposal immediately moved Li Xin. He used the function of listening to books occasionally when his hands were empty. He never thought that after being reborn in the Tang Dynasty, he would still have the opportunity to relive the happiness of the past—and what he read was not the kind of emotionless mechanical electronic sound. It's a real person, or to be more precise, a lively beauty.

Um. So the life of the feudal landlords was so depraved? Too bad too bad!

As a good young man with ideals, aspirations and principles, I must...just this one time, not the next time as an example.

Li Xin coughed lightly, covered his face, and said in a deep voice, "That's fine, read it."

Zhao Ke smiled slightly, and took out a stack of papers he had brought.

"Stop standing, sit down and read." Li Xin picked up the chopsticks again and said casually.

"No." As soon as Zhao Ke opened his mouth, Li Xin interrupted him.

"Sit down." Li Xin said firmly, as if the domineering president gave the secretary an order.

Zhao Ke's heart trembled, so she had no choice but to sit down obediently, and said to the paper in her hand: "Then, the servant girl will start reading."

"Read it." After finishing speaking, Li Xin stuffed a chopstick of chicken into his mouth.

Zhao Ke cleared his throat and said, "The title of this article is "Eightfold Gate", and it was written by a scholar named Li Si."

Li Xin hummed casually, indicating that he knew.

So, Zhao Ke began to read. Her voice is slightly lower than that of ordinary women, but it is not hoarse. Although it cannot be called mellow, it gives people a sense of stability and reliability. Thinking about it, Li Xin thought she was a reliable person because of this voice to a certain extent.

Li Xin ate and listened for a while, and couldn't help frowning.

Damn, what are you writing. A simple sentence is written with nine twists and eighteen bends. Didn't Zhao Ke almost doubt life after reading it? And the opening chapter is almost 300 words long, and I'm still writing a mountain of bullshit that I don't know where it is located. Didn't I say beforehand that I want to write a love story of a gifted scholar and a beautiful woman?

"Okay. Let's go to the next one." Li Xin said angrily.

Zhao Ke was stunned for a moment, then secretly glanced at Li Xin's expression, and knew that he was not satisfied with the article he was reading. So, she obediently threw the article aside and began to read the next one.

Li Xin ate and listened, and then shot down three or five articles in a row, until he was almost full, and he barely heard one article that was passable. Although listening to people's reading was enjoyable, it was a bit slow after all. He simply put down his chopsticks, took the story from Zhao Ke's hand, and read it briefly.

Although the story is relatively old-fashioned, it is also seen in Li Xin's eyes. I believe that this should also be a fascinating and good story in the eyes of the audience of Datang who have not tasted too many routines.

There is no way, Li Xin's mind is full of the ultimate classics that have been handed down through the ages, and if he uses one less, he must save it.

"This is okay. You can let Chen Xiaoxiang and the others line up to practice." Li said.

Zhao Ke nodded, and said, "Your servant obeys."

"The guy who wrote the book will be paid word by word." Li Xin explained casually.

Zhao Ke blinked and said, "Isn't it too much?"

These days, it doesn't take so much money to hire someone to write an article for you.

"It's okay. If you give us more, more people will write stories for us. This is a virtuous circle." Li Xin smiled nonchalantly, and said, "You don't have to deliver these things yourself, let us send them every few days. The people below will give it away once, and I will pick out the best ones for him to take back. Then you can let Chen Xiaoxiang and the others rehearse. If there are too many that are too late to be staged, they will be handed over to Xinhua Bookstore. If you save too much, you will combine them together , sell a book separately, as for the name of the book, let’s call it Story Club.”

Li Xin blinked, and a bad taste suddenly rushed into his heart. This interesting little magazine brought him a lot of fun back then, and it's time for it to shine in Datang again.

Zhao Ke nodded, saying yes, while feeling sorry for his prince's business acumen. Although the business he casually explained has not yet started, but from Zhao Ke's current perspective, it should not be a loss-making business, and there may even be a small profit.