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"Supplement?"

Kong Tianfang looked at Chen Luo with puzzled eyes, "Wan Anbo, please speak carefully."

Chen Luo nodded: "The so-called supplements are periodicals that are released outside the normal period of the Minbao. The head of the Confucius Institute can be understood as Enke, which is not the regular section of the imperial examination."

"So that's the case." Kong Tianfang understood after saying this, and then asked, "What kind of regulations is this supplement, can Wan Amber plan it?"

Chen Luo said: "The regulations of the Daxuan Minbao remain unchanged, it is still issued every seven days. The supplement is published during the interval of these seven days, not a fixed section."

"Currently the tentative publication content is Swordsman."

"For example, if Min Pao is published on the first day and the third chapter is published, then the fourth chapter will be published on the next day, and the fifth chapter will be published on the next day, and so on. This week will be updated every day."

"However, in order not to affect the publication of Minbao, only five supplements will be issued during the six-day intermission period. No supplements will be issued the day before the next issue of Minbao will be sold!"

"So, what does the head of the Confucius Institute think?"

Kong Tianfang was overjoyed, in this way, wouldn't every seven days have six happy days.

As for that difficult day, it passed away after a while.

"What is the price of Wan Ambo's supplement?" Kong Tianfang suppressed his joy and continued to ask.

"Slightly lower than Minbao, one-third of the silver. Still according to the rules of Minbao, I am seven, the college is two, and Wenchang Pavilion is one."

"This..." Kong Tianfang frowned slightly. To be honest, college credits are also very valuable, and they can be exchanged for many good things.The sales volume of Min Pao is indeed high, but in fact the academy is actually losing money.Of course, cooperating with Min Pao is far more rewarding to the Academy than it is giving. For example, the merit of enlightenment is hard to come by, but Wan Anbo must be indebted to him for favors.

Scholars, what is money, friendship is worth a thousand dollars!

Now that Wan Anbo is going to increase the daily supplement, isn't it another great opportunity to send favors?

It would be best if Wan Anbo could be abducted to Zheliu Academy as a full-time professor!

He doesn't need to teach anything, as long as Zheliu specially provides a Yawen story, then Shengyuan can also take a big lead in the competition with those old rivals.

Not to mention that today's Chen Luo already has the title of both poetry and music.

It must be done!

Kong Tianfang sighed deeply, took out his superb acting skills when he complained in Wenchang Pavilion and asked for funds, and said: "Wan Anbo, I call you a little friend. This week is changing day by day, and the investment will increase." Several times!"

"Students naturally don't ask for anything in return, but there are some complaints about this matter in Wenchang Pavilion."

"Of course, Zheliu Academy is not afraid of rumors, as long as you are my little friend"

Chen Luo scratched his head: "Is there any difficulty? Forget it, I will ask the fourth brother to summon my bamboo forest lineage."

"No difficulty!" Kong Tianfang blurted out in surprise.

Damn it, behind him is the lineage of the bamboo forest, and the fourth child of the bamboo forest is beside him.

He must know everything about pulling wool!

Kong Tianfang thought about it, and immediately smiled: "Chen Xiaoyou's post, my academy will naturally benefit a lot. I miss Xiaoao Jianghu very much. If you want to post this article every day, I will not be happy in time. How can there be difficulties?"

"I'll go back and summon the other heads of the academy and tell them the good news."

"I must be rejoicing, playing the crown and celebrating"

"It's just that the errand of transcribing this supplement must still be undertaken by our Eighth Academies in Beijing."

"We're doing business, Wan Amber, please rest assured!"

Kong Tianfang almost used the technique of "complete in one go" to say these words in one breath.

Chen Luo: Hmph, let you squeeze the wool.

My sheep has awakened!

"Good news, good news!" Unexpectedly, the newsboy squad, which usually only appeared in the morning, ran through the streets and alleys of Zhongjing City at noon.

"The People's Daily has published a new supplement, featuring The Swordsman!"

"Don't suffer from that lovesickness, a supplement will vomit!"

"The first supplementary issue will be released five times!"

A series of crisp voices sang all over Zhongjing City. Some curious people called the newsboy, and took a small page similar to a draft newspaper from the newsboy. On the small page, it was written in eye-catching fonts——

"Min Pao sold [-], and Wan Amber vomited blood and broadcast it!"

"The supplement will be sent out tomorrow, and the first issue will be serialized five times!"

"There are supplements every day, and the smile never stops!"

Followed by the detailed information about the supplement, the Confucian scholar grabbed the newsboy's hand: "Is this true?"

The newsboy nodded quickly: "Really!"

"Is it going to be released tomorrow?"

"It will be released tomorrow!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

The crowd felt relieved, and took out an ingot, a full twelve taels, from his bosom, and stuffed it into the newsboy's hand: "I reward you."

Zheliu Academy.

"What? Daily Supplement?" Yang Houye stopped in mid-air with his hand copying the copybook, looking at his excited classmates in disbelief.

"Yes, the news just came out. Wan Amber is going to increase the supplementary issue, which will be published every day. In addition, the first supplemental issue will be published tomorrow, with five chapters. The master asked me to call you. Today is a heavy task, and everything has to be rejected. .”

"really?"

"How could I lie to you about such a thing? What's the big deal you can't get out of?"

Yang Houye was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"Hahahaha, what big things can I do, other than death hahahahahahaha five chapters on the first day, serialized every day! Refreshing, refreshing!"

Amidst the laughter, Yang Houye's body suddenly burst into blue light, and a phantom of a huge mountain flashed behind him, and then the sound of chanting came from the surrounding space.

The classmate rubbed his eyes: "Hou Ye? Are you promoted to Master?"

Yang Houye smiled indifferently: "I have already stood at the end of the poetic realm, but the fog in front of me is helpless. Hearing such good news today, my heart is refreshed, my thoughts are clear, and the fog will naturally dissipate, and I can see the mountain of books!"

"Wan Anbo is a piece of good news, helping me become a master! You should receive my teacher's salute!"

As Yang Houye said, he bowed deeply in the direction of the Earl's Mansion

North Wind Building.

Nanyuan Xi and Sang Luo sat in the first place, looking at Mr. Shuowen who were crowded below.

The number of people at this time has already been greatly increased by the previous Beifeng Building gathering.

"The supplementary issue is a good thing. There are new chapters to write about every day. Why are you all so depressed?" Nanyuan Xi frowned and said.

Today's Nanyuan Xi has an extraordinary status among Mr. Shuowen, and even Sang Luo is willing to be his deputy. As soon as he asked this sentence, the atmosphere in Beifeng Building suddenly became a little lower.

After a while, a young Mr. Wen said hesitantly and said: "Mr. Nan, it is certainly a good thing to issue additional publications. It is also a good thing for me to extend the time of writing and break down one chapter at a time. But I am worried."

As soon as these words came out, everyone nodded.

The young gentleman seemed to be inspired, and continued: "Wan Anbo is a talented person, and God has blessed him. He can be called our food and clothing parent. However, how many books can Wan Anbo write?"

"Such a supplement, I'm afraid Xiaoao will be able to finish it in a month or so. After that, what should we do?"

Hearing the young man's concerns, Nanyuan looked at Sang Luo: "Mr. Sang, please speak first."

Sang Luo nodded and said, "Your worries are not unreasonable. Therefore, I negotiated with Mr. Nan, and agreed with Wan Anbo to separate the storytelling from the text and establish a storytelling guild."

"Join the storytelling guild before you can comment on Wan Anbo's articles in public. Otherwise, God will punish you!"

"As long as there is a guild, there is a constitution. Tomorrow's supplementary issue will be published five times in a row. Counting the first two issues, there will be a total of seven times. Everyone chooses the chapter to start and disrupts the order of storytelling."

"Today's Beifeng Building is the first time, then the Zuiyue Building is the third time, and the Qingfeng Building is the fourth time!"

"Let those who have never heard of it choose their own, and let everyone have food!"

"My Zhongjing is the best place in the world. There are more than a million outsiders every day, and there are new things every day. How can I lose my place?"

"Even if there is only one book, we study it separately, and there are differences. If you just want to follow the scriptures, you will not live up to the kindness of the uncle! Don't forget, this is a Yawen book, which has its own power of heaven !"

Sang Luo's tone became more and more serious, but everyone's hearts became brighter when they heard it.

At this time, Nanyuan Xi coughed slightly, and then said: "What Mr. Sang said is good, but there is one more thing, I will say it for the first time, and it will be the last time, everyone listen carefully."

"Who said that Wan Anbo can only write a book about Xiaoao Jianghu!"

The lanterns are first on.

Now it has spread throughout the entire Zhongjing City, and it will be published in a supplementary edition tomorrow, and the Swordsman will be published five times in a row.

Early on, people squatted at the various outlets of Wenbao, and the City Patrol Division sent people to drive them away, but in the end they also squatted there and formed a queue.

Some people even sent servants to spread all over the city, guarding corners where newsboys often appear.

Five times in a row, how many wonderful things should be hidden in the book?

Who is that big brother?

What happened to Lin Pingzhi in the end?

Five times, there should be an answer!

The entire Zhongjing City is holding back its breath, waiting for tomorrow

Earl's Court.

Song Tuizhi spread out the paper, took up a pen and wrote: Respected teacher——