Chapter 334

And the important thing is that these days, the hot sales of "Tokyo Hou Bao" have also driven the trend of storytellers in restaurants and restaurants.

Some storytellers simply use Wang Yang's "Romance of the Gods" as a storytelling, which really attracts a group of listeners.

is still the merciful King Wen of Zhou, the fierce King of Shang, or the Daji who brought disaster to the country and the people. Every character seems so vivid.

This kind of story has begun to become popular throughout Tokyo Bianliang, and it can even be said that it is popular in Tokyo, and I heard that the country alone has won almost 1,000 copies of sales.

However, there are three or four thousand students studying there, all of whom are literate, and among the students in Taixue, a considerable part of them are Wang Yang, the former No. 1 King of Taixue.

Naturally, he is very proud of the stories he has written. Of course, the students on the Guozixue side looked at Wang Yang's newspaper with a critical eye, and even said that Wang Yang was completely made up, which was simply a shame on the face of the literary youth of the Great Song Dynasty.

Not only these guys, but after many people got this newspaper, they refuted Wang Yang with spit and starry, and on the other hand, they went to take it back with relish.

Even after the sixth issue began to be charged, when I heard that it was only three cents, I decided to pay three cents every five days to appreciate and complain at the same time, in line with the style of being an excellent and tall traditional literati.

Although there are positive and negative reviews, the sales of "Tokyo Hou Bao" have not decreased, but have been steadily rising.

When other tabloids saw the sales of "Tokyo Hou Pao", they were naturally very hot-eyed, and the sales of their own tabloids were as small as one or two thousand copies, and as many as five or six thousand copies.

Although the asking price is seven or eight times or even ten times that of Wang Yang's "Tokyo Hou Bao", the problem is that the sales volume of people are so large, and the important thing is that the nearly 10,000 words on each issue of "Tokyo Hou Bao" are enough to make those bookshop owners who run private tabloids dumbfounded.

However, I soon thought of the kind of magical printing technique called Yuanyou printing that Wang Yang had dedicated at the time of the birthday of the Son of Heaven.

Although many people think that Yuanyu printing is just a fool, those booksellers and bookshop owners have long since dared to ignore it after seeing the print run of this "Tokyo Hou Bao".

And after several sides sent people as representatives to ask Wang Yang to obtain this Yuan Yu printing technique, they have begun to consider other methods, or channels......

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Li Shishi and Liu Yiyi, these two beautiful girls rely on the first month of the building near the water, and they will guard Wang Yang after dinner every day, constantly urging "Romance of the Gods".

"Why don't you let me rest for a day? During this time, I wrote six or seven thousand words a day, and my wrist hurt, and I was so busy during the day, and I had to write for you at night, and I had to light so many candles, don't you think it was a waste? Wang Yang looked bitter and collapsed on the couch in despair.

"The slave family doesn't think it's a waste, you write it, just let the slave family and my sister check with you, and see if there are any mistakes or omissions for you, isn't it good?" Liu Yiyi smiled charmingly, rested Wang Yang's raised right hand on his round thigh, and gently rubbed his wrist.

The voice is as sweet as maltose, and the watery eyes are always so seductive. Seeing that Master Li, who was making tea next to him, pouted violently, and let Sister Yiyi take the lead.

"It's good, it's good, but the problem is that my newspaper can't publish 3,000 words in five days, but you're urging me so much, I'm almost writing the ending, is that okay?" Wang Yang rolled his eyes helplessly, and said weakly.

"Really?!" The two girls, one big and one young, couldn't help but exclaim in unison.

"Of course, hey, what are you pulling me up for?" Wang Yang didn't expect that as soon as his voice fell, Liu Yiyi dragged him up.

"Since it's almost the end, why don't you hurry up and write it, write it, just so that our sisters can also read it, save thousands of words a day, it's really uncomfortable." Liu Yiyi said very confidently.

"......" Wang Yang finally understood that once a woman is unreasonable, it is useless to talk about any reason. I could only helplessly watch as the two women moved the case over and carefully laid out the paper and quill for themselves.

Well, when Wang Yang writes short essays, he uses a brush, but when he writes this kind of thing, he is afraid that he will not be able to write 6,000 words a day, and what he is better at is the kind of carbon pen made of carbon, or this kind of quill made of goose feathers.

Although Liu Yiyi despises Wang Yang for being a calligrapher, why is he often reluctant to use a brush when writing and likes to use these strange things.

But for the sake of this guy's ability to produce six or seven thousand words a day with this novel quill pen, he is too lazy to dwell on this issue.

Liu Yiyi had raised this question before, but it took Wang Yang an hour, and he didn't even finish writing a thousand words, which finally made Liu Yiyi realize that the adjective codeword worker is really appropriate.

Just like Wang Yang, who now seems very focused, the contact between the tip of the quill and the paper rustles, and those beautiful lines of calligraphy are revealed one by one.

Although when this guy writes, he always likes to forget the radicals, or some words are always written indecently, so that every time Miss Liu reads the content with relish, she has to revise it for him.

But Wang Yang can't help it, the education he received in his previous life is to write simplified characters, although when writing brush words, Wang Yang will pay attention to it, but when he picks up a non-brush hard pen, he will habitually put those simplified characters on paper.

"Brother Wang, just now you said that the number of prints of this newspaper will increase?" Liu Yiyi looked at Wang Yang, whose eyes were focused on the rice paper, and her eyes were rolling.

"Well, of course, we have to increase, newspapers are originally small profits and quick turnover, the more prints, the lower the cost, when the number of copies printed is 30,000 copies, our cost has actually dropped to only half a penny per newspaper."

"Although the price of our newspaper is much lower than that of the tabloids, our numbers ensure that we can make no less money than the tabloids."

Wang Yang replied while continuing to climb the lattice without raising his head.

"By the way, Yiyi, how is the business in the new building now? When I was busy with the Kemari Tournament, it was almost five or six days since I did. After Wang Yang stroked almost 2,000 words, he couldn't help but stretch his waist.

"It's not bad, the girls' dancing skills are becoming more and more skilled now, but our new drama has to be changed every other month, which is really hard for you." Liu Yiyi looked at Wang Yang in front of her with distress on her face and said.

Wang Yang doesn't care about the old building now, but the new building has always been mainly handled by him, even if he has decided to take the career now, but the problem is that the choreographer of song and dance is still Wang Yang.

He had to come up with the tune, figure out the general dance moves, and then let the girls figure it out on their own, and then Wang Yang would review the girls' choreography.