Shuncheon Mansion Cheng Bureau, duty waiting hall.

This was originally a place where Shuntianfu asked his subordinate officials to stay and wait, but at this time, it changed greatly and was changed into a common office hall in later generations. A group of people in long robes are standing in front of the desk here, seriously busy with the business at hand.

Here, there are not only some undesirable posts of the Shuntian Yamen, but also the protégés of the Fucheng Lord, as well as a little old man who was brought to the capital by the Shuntian Mansion from Leizhou Mansion.

Kang Wanrong is now nearly fifty years old, and the beard on his head has turned gray, but he participated in the editing of "Shuncheon Daily" with everyone and prepared for the next issue of "Shuncheon Daily".

Three years ago, he finally gained the fame of a child, thinking that it was finally time to operate. It's just that the hospital test was frustrated, so that he finally understood that the career was hopeless, and he was one of the most miserable scholars in this era.

For this reason, in the face of his family's poverty and his own burden, he had the idea of committing suicide.

Fortunately, Wu Daoxing happened to pass by Songzilin to rescue him, and brought him back to the Leizhou Mansion and recommended him to Lin Haoran, who was the prefect of Leizhou at the time, so that he had a new way to live.

After completely shedding the Four Books and Five Classics, he relieved himself to help Lin Haoran deal with some daily affairs in the Leizhou Mansion, the Guangzhou Mansion and the current Shuntian Mansion, which made him gradually have a new understanding of life.

In particular, seeing Lin Haoran's handling of things, as well as the governance of Leizhou Mansion and Guangzhou Mansion, made him understand that the study of sages is indeed not in the book, but contained in some daily affairs.

On the way to Beijing, he broadened his horizons and saw more clearly the Ming Dynasty, where he lived for nearly half of his life, and had a deeper understanding of the so-called sage learning.

Kang Wanrong is no longer the old boy who was so depressed that he was about to die three years ago, at this time he has a little more indifference, even a trace of wisdom, and can handle all kinds of affairs in an orderly manner.

"Editor-in-Chief Kang, Lord Fucheng will let you in!"

An errand officer approached and said respectfully.

Kang Wanrong was burying his head in writing, looking extremely devoted, but he didn't react to the words of the errand officer.

The officer didn't understand why Lord Fu Cheng valued this little old man, who was a little stupid and only a child, but he tapped the table and repeated what he had just said.

Kang Wanrong was interrupted by this movement, her eyes looked blankly at the errand who appeared at some point, and for a moment it seemed that she had finally received what the errand had just said, and then she let out an "oh" again.

For the owner who gave him a child's fame and a living, he respected him from the bottom of his heart. In his heart, Lin Haoran is not only his owner, but also his teacher.

It's just that he understands in his heart that although the two of them are masters and apprentices, it is difficult to have the name of master and apprentice.

He is just a rotten wood who has struggled for most of his life to gain the fame of his childhood, and only a genius like Wang Honghai can become an apprentice of the "teacher", how can he let the other party accept the protégé thorn of the owner?

Knowing that he was going to be summoned, Kang Wanrong carefully put the pen on the bookshelf, took the paperweight and pressed the paper, and after confirming that everything was in order, he hurriedly got up and walked into the duty room inside.

Lin Haoran, who was wearing a four-grade official uniform, looked more and more prestigious, sitting upright in front of the desk facing west and east, flipping through the paper in his hand and reading carefully. Probably influenced by Wu Shan, his face was slightly constricted, and it seemed to be this expression regardless of sorrow or joy.

"Dong Weng, are you looking for me?"

Kang Wanrong, who was wearing a long robe, walked in and said softly and respectfully.

Lin Haoran has a vigorous and resolute style of doing things, and when he heard this, he said directly: "Yes! I've read your manuscript and it's very well written! It's just that the characters have to be more specific, don't be too face-painted, and be sure to leave a distinct impression on the reader! ”

"Xie Dongweng's teachings!" Kang Wanrong is very humble and taught.

In these years of getting along, as well as on the way to Beijing, he talked a lot about Lin Haoran telling Hu Niu some martial arts intentions. He was deeply sorry to learn that this story was made up by Lin Haoran, but it was not recorded in the book.

With Lin Haoran's permission, and Hu Niu's retelling, he decided to follow the example of the former disciples of Confucius in compiling the Analects, and compile this story so that it could be passed on to the world.

It was supposed to be a little hobby of his, but more than ten days ago, Lin Haoran suddenly asked about this matter, and he was going to go to the manuscript he had written before.

Then, under the guidance of Lin Haoran, he revised "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and published it under his name Kang Wanrong. It's just that he didn't want to encroach on the teacher's things, and when he realized that it was really inappropriate to publish in the name of the teacher, he chose the new name "Jin Yong".

Lin Haoran nodded slightly, then handed the manuscript back to him and said, "You wrote very well!" Take it back and make some revisions, and it will continue to be published in the new issue of Suncheon Ilbo tomorrow. ”

But I have to admit that Wu Daoxing is quite accurate in seeing people, this Kang Wanrong is indeed a talented person, and his writing ability is extremely talented. Perhaps because of his experience, coupled with his unwillingness to do so in the imperial examination, Kang Wanrong showed his talent even better.

Over time, its level will definitely be able to surpass "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and become a master-level figure in this era.

"Yes!"

Kang Wanrong took the manuscript and retreated. In essence, he already likes this feeling of writing, likes this chivalrous spirit, and is even more intoxicated with the world of martial arts and can't extricate himself.

Things were both good and bad, and the sales of Suncheon Daily were not good.

From free to paid, this is undoubtedly a labor pain.

After enjoying the free benefits, suddenly you need to charge ten cents a piece, which is really unacceptable to many people for a while. As Huang Zhongda said, the valuable books throughout the ages are all articles or poems by famous teachers, and the things that come out of these posts are really not on the table.

In the same way, the paid edition of Suncheon Daily sold for a whole day, but only a few hundred copies were sold, and this amount of money was far from making up for the cost and daily expenses of Suncheon Daily.

"A few hundred? How can it be so little? ”

When Lin Haoran saw the latest sales data, his brows couldn't help frowning slightly.

Although he knew that after the fee, the sales of "Suncheon Daily" would inevitably collapse, and many scholars would give up reading "Suncheon Daily", this sales figure was still beyond his expectations.

You must know that the proportion of scholars in the capital is the highest, especially during the Jingcha and examination periods, and the number of literate people may reach hundreds of thousands. At present, the pockets of Daming readers are the most bulging, and the share of the book market is only a few hundred thousand taels.

Just a few taels of sales were too demoralizing to people, so much so that he began to doubt the feasibility of the daily newspaper model.

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