The ups and downs of the auction that Zhang Fei was originally looking forward to turned into a boring, flat sale based on seniority in the blink of an eye.
It's really the same book, same price.
There are no ups and downs.
One hundred limited editions were bought by the scholar-bureaucrats on the first floor.
The dullness made Zhang Fei nauseous. He really wanted to urinate on the spot and leave a stain on this "warm" scene. It was so bullying.
"It seems it's over! Mr. Fu, Mr. Wen, I...!"
Sima Guang stood up and was about to leave, when he suddenly saw Fu Bi and Wen Yanbo each holding a collector's edition. They sat there and started reading, and they couldn't help but feel doubtful.
How does this poetry collection look good?
They had basically read Yan Shu's poems. After all, he was a top figure in the literary world at that time, especially Fu Bi, who knew it very well.
Don't rush it, you can go home and read it again.
When he looked up, he met Wang Anshi.
They were the only two prostitutes standing at this table. They must have seen each other when they raised their heads, because everyone else had bought something and were sitting there reading. Only the two of them were in a hurry to leave.
Neither of them likes the lavish atmosphere of Baifanlou.
If you completely put aside your political ideas, they will definitely become close friends, their personalities are so similar.
"Rich Lord!"
Sima Guang coughed and shouted to Fu Bi again.
Fu Bi was startled and raised his head, "What's the matter?"
Sima Guang wanted to say goodbye, but he couldn't help but asked: "Is this book really wonderful?"
Fu Bi hesitated for a moment, nodded in approval and said, "It's as unique as the opera just now."
Wang Anshi asked curiously: "Isn't it just a collection of poems? How can we start talking about this unique style?"
Wen Yanbo raised his head, "This is not an ordinary collection of poems. It can be said to be another genre, similar to a biography, but it is also very vivid, exciting and touching."
"Yeah?"
Wang Anshi and Sima Guang looked at each other again, feeling a little regretful in their hearts. They didn't always have a lot of money, so why didn't they buy a copy?
Han Jiang handed the book to Wang Anshi, "Jiefu will know it as soon as he sees it."
Over there, Wen Yanbo also handed his books to Sima Guang.
I immediately got into whoring for free.
The two sat back.
The other scholar-bureaucrats, like them, were not in a hurry to leave, but sat at the table and started watching.
The performance just now turned Yan Shu's words into a drama and showed them to everyone. It did not involve Yan Shu himself, but the book uses Yan Shu's words to tell the story of Yan Shu's mental journey.
It can be said that this is a kind of personal biography, but it is different from the current kind of biography, but is presented in the form of a story.
In addition, different fonts are used for printing, which is well-organized and clear, making it very relaxing and pleasant to look at.
It is a very new genre.
Of course, the novel genre alone is not enough to make literary figures such as Wang Anshi and Wen Yanbo sit down and read it. The key is Yan Jidao's literary talent.
Yan Jidao, like Yan Shu, was very good at writing poems with delicate emotions, although Zhang Fei asked him to be more popular and not to be too elegant.
But genius is something that cannot be explained. He did lower his standards, but he wrote another very unique style of article. He used a very popular writing style to vividly show Yan Shu's mental journey.
It is so lifelike and immersive, as if you are watching the scene with your own eyes, and you can't help but read on.
Especially people like Fu Bi and Wen Yanbo who knew Yan Shu very well. For them, this is a story and a memory.
But those young talents saw the scene in their eyes and scratched their heads anxiously. Is this collection of poems so good? These scholar-bureaucrats started reading it on the spot.
So, under the guise of congratulating Yan Jidao, they wanted to see if they could get a copy and inquire when the poetry collection would be sold to the public.
Fan Zheng and Zhang Fei, who were immediately squeezed out of the door, couldn't help but look at each other helplessly, and then went to sit down in a private seat next to them.
“Third brother’s idea is really worth a thousand dollars!”
Fan Zheng praised: "In the future, this opera may replace the previous song and dance performances."
Zhang Fei said: "This is an exaggeration. Opera and songs are just different interpretation methods. It's just that this brand-new opera has just come out and is popular. The singing and dancing are still popular. This cannot be replaced."
Fan Zheng was puzzled again: "But there are not many people who can arrange this opera. Mr. Yan is just doing it for his father this time..."
He knew very well that the reason why the first performance was so successful was entirely due to Yan Jidao's artistic talent, and the reason why Yan Jidao participated was because it was Duke Yan.
It’s not like he’s a professional. Even if Bai Funlou wanted to hire someone, they couldn’t.
Zhang Fei whispered: "So we have to find a way to lure Mr. Yan to our side."
Fan Zheng said excitedly: "Is this possible?"
"How is it impossible? As long as the hoe works well, there is no corner that cannot be dug." Zhang Fei glanced into the room again and said: "Being an official in the court does not give you such treatment."
Fan Zheng also took a look and nodded in understanding.
After chatting for a while, he happened to meet Xu Lingxiao, so Zhang Fei stood up and left.
Inside the carriage.
Xu Lingxiao asked: "Sister-in-law, when can I buy this poetry collection?"
He is a very book-loving person, and now he is very itchy!
Zhang Fei smiled and said: "I have prepared a dozen collector's editions and a dozen regular editions for you, brother."
"A dozen copies?"
Xu Lingxiao couldn't help but open his eyes wide, and waved his hands in fear, "You don't need so many, you don't need so many, just an ordinary one will do."
Zhang Fei said: "Brother, you can use it as a favor and give it to your friends."
Xu Lingxiao didn't expect Zhang Fei to think so carefully, but he was extremely embarrassed, "This...how embarrassing is this!"
Zhang Fei chuckled: "In their eyes, this may be very precious, but to me, it is just a few hundred coins, not worth mentioning."
Xu Lingxiao hurriedly said: "Sister-in-law, the value of this book cannot be measured by money."
Zhang Fei smiled and nodded.
...
After Zhang Fei acquired the genuine bookstore, only the front store was open for a long time. This was because it was coerced by major restaurants and newspapers and periodicals were not sold to the outside world, thus forming a kind of bonded sales. The bartenders had always stayed at the back door to collect newspapers and periodicals.
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But this morning, there was a bustling scene in front of the genuine bookstore. Compared to the bartenders before, there were now some scholars, young men, and talented people standing here.
On one side, they stared longingly at the closed shop door, while on the other side they talked about yesterday's opera performance.
Yesterday's opera performance was really unsatisfactory. Coupled with the performance of the prime ministers and scholar-bureaucrats yesterday, everyone was curious about what is so magical about this book?
After another half an hour, the store door opened.
Brand-new books are placed on the counter.
Everyone immediately rushed forward because they didn't know how many copies there were and they had to grab them!
"How much?"
A scholar who was squeezed in front put his money bag on the counter and asked breathlessly.
The shopkeeper said: "One hundred coins each."
"A hundred cents?"
A scholar exclaimed.
You must know that today's books, unless they are monopolized by the imperial court, are sold privately for about 30 cents. This increase of three or four times is a bit too much.
These scholars and talented people are relatively sensible. When they heard the price, they immediately started complaining.
The shopkeeper said loudly: "Gentlemen, please be patient and listen to what I say. The reason why it is sold so expensively is because it is genuine."
"What's the difference?"
"The difference is that we still have to pay a large sum of money to Mr. Yan to purchase the copyright of Yan Gong's poems. Our boss Zhang Sanlang also said that we should respect the labor of scholars as much as we respect the fruits of farmers' labor.
As a result, stealing and selling other people's poems is not only against morality, but also like stealing farmers' food, it is a very abhorrent and illegal behavior. Scholars should also receive corresponding rewards."
After these words, the complaints immediately turned into words of praise.
Because those who come to buy are all scholars.
Regardless of respect, today Yan Gong’s poems can be sold for so much money, but tomorrow our poems...
After all, the butt determines the head!
In the restaurant opposite the bookstore, two young men were sitting, it was Zhang Fei and Yan Jidao.
"Mr. Yan, didn't you sleep well yesterday?"
Zhang Fei couldn't help asking when he saw Yan Jidao's eyes were red, swollen and bloodshot.
"I had a few drinks with some friends yesterday." Yan Jidao smiled coquettishly.
Yesterday, he was forced to hold a celebration banquet at Bailun Tower. At that time, too many friends came to congratulate him. Fan Zheng also wanted to win over Yan Jidao, so he gave him a banquet.
Yan Jidao was also a prodigal son in a brothel, so he hardly slept at all.
"That's it." Zhang Fei nodded and added: "Yan Gong's poetry collection is so popular. In my opinion, it is mainly because the stories written by Mr. Yan are very touching..."
"No."
Yan Jidao hurriedly said: "This is mainly because my father's words are already popular, and coupled with Sanlang's ideas, he is so popular. I am just a small help."
He has a rather arrogant temperament, so these are definitely not his humble words. In his opinion, he really didn't bother too much. He just wrote it casually according to Zhang Fei's ideas, and it was not about writing some eternal quatrains.
How difficult can it be.
Zhang Fei smiled and said: "But in my opinion, the words are also Yan Gong's and my idea, but if it were someone else, it might not be so popular."
Yan Jidao was very embarrassed and said: "Sanlang is so complimentary. I feel so ashamed that I don't deserve it."
Zhang Fei said, "If Mr. Yan doesn't deserve it, then this matter will be difficult to handle."
Yan Jidao was surprised and said: "How can you say this?"
Zhang Fei said: "With this kind of thing that brings both fame and wealth, many people will definitely follow suit, so...so I still hope that Mr. Yan can continue to help."
Yan Jidao glanced at him and said nothing.
Zhang Fei said: "I can take 20% of the shares of the genuine bookstore in return and ask Mr. Yan to come to the genuine bookstore to help."
"It's not about money."
Yan Jidao said hurriedly: "It's just that I am a court official, so this is really inappropriate."
I am an official, and if you ask me to resign and come here to work, no smart person would do that!
Zhang Fei smiled and asked: "Mr. Yan, does he know why I can become an official?"
Yan Jidao was stunned, "Of course it's because of Sanlang's ability to litigate."
Zhang Fei nodded and said: "But if I directly relied on my father-in-law's relationship to become an official in the court, does Mr. Yan think I would still be as successful as I am today?"
Yan Jidao was slightly startled.
Zhang Fei asked himself and answered: "I guess I will definitely not be as good as I am today, because I don't know what position will be assigned to me. Maybe it is something I am not good at, or maybe even if I do well, no one will pay attention to it.
Like now.
It was because others recognized my abilities first and then recommended me to become an official, so my official career will be smooth sailing. The same is true for Mr. Yan. In his current position, Mr. Yan has little opportunity to perform. Obviously, it is written
Writing and arranging operas can better reflect Mr. Yan's talent.
When Mr. Yan becomes more famous, the career that Mr. Yan expects may come naturally, and many things he deliberately insists on will not come true."
These words made Yan Jidao feel like he was enlightened. He immediately stood up and bowed his hands, saying, "Sanlang's words made me enlightened. Thank you very much. Thank you very much."
The reason for being frustrated is often because you are unable to showcase your talents on your current platform. At this time, you may be able to get a better career by changing careers and doing something you are good at and interested in.
Of course, the premise is that you are really capable.
Zhang Fei quickly returned the gift and said, "What do you mean, Mr. Yan?"
Yan Jidao hesitated a little and said, "I still have to discuss it with my family."
The implication is that I am willing.
Zhang Fei smiled and said: "Then I will just wait for the good news."
Speaking of his family, Yan Jidao suddenly asked: "By the way! I have a question, I want to ask Sanlang."
Zhang Fei said hurriedly: "Mr. Yan, please speak."
Yan Jidao said: "This father's words should not be exclusive to me. I should give some money to distribute to my brothers, but I am really not good at handling these things. How much does Sanlang think I should give to my brothers?"
Zhang Fei thought for a while and said: "From the perspective of ear pens, I think 30% is enough."
"Thirty percent?" Yan Jidao said, "That's a little too little."
Zhang Fei said: "Although it is a collection of Yan Gong's poems, Mr. Yan's articles actually account for a larger proportion, which is one of the main reasons for its popularity. If Mr. Yan takes 30% of the profits to share with the other brothers, even if he goes to court,
I can also guarantee that Mr. Yan will not lose."
After all, he is an ear-pen. He made this clear in the contract. The author of this collection of poems was not Yan Shu, but Yan Jidao.
If Yan Jidao's family wants to litigate, he will never lose.
"How can I go to court with my brother?"
Yan Jidao was so frightened that he shook his head. Although such lawsuits were common in the Northern Song Dynasty because they were stipulated by law, for a family like theirs, this would never happen. He thought about it again and said: "You said taking seven
If you take out the harvest and share it with your brothers, will they be dissatisfied?"
Zhang Fei scratched his head and said: "This...I don't know, but is 70% a little too much?"
"how?"
Yan Jidao nodded and said, "You think it's too much, so my brother and the others shouldn't have any objections."
Zhang Fei just smiled slightly.
He was talking about legal issues, but Yan Jidao was asking about family issues. It was difficult for an upright official to deal with family affairs, so he couldn't say anything more.