Chapter 334
What’s important is that these days, the popularity of "Tokyo Houbao" has also driven the trend of storytellers in the restaurants.
Some storytellers simply use Wang Yang's "The Romance of the Gods" written by Wang Yang as a storyteller, which indeed attracted a group of listeners.
It was also the compassionate King Wen of Zhou, the cruel King Zhou of Shang, or the Daji who harmed the country and the people. Every character seemed so vivid.
Such stories have begun to become popular throughout Tokyo and Bianliang, and can even be said to be popular in Tokyo. I heard that the Imperial College alone won almost a thousand sales volumes.
However, there were three or four thousand students studying there, and everyone knew how to read. In addition, a considerable number of students in the Imperial Academy were Wang Yang, the first one to fight Wang in the past.
Naturally, he was very generous to the stories he compiled. Of course, the students from the Imperial College read Wang Yang's newspapers with a critical look, and even spoke out loudly that Wang Yang was just making up for it, which was simply a shameless young man in the literary world of the Song Dynasty.
Not only these guys, but many people, after getting this newspaper, criticized Wang Yang with great relief, but also took them back to see them with relish.
Even after the sixth period started charging, I heard that it was only three cents, and decided to pay three cents every five days to appreciate and complain, in line with my character as an excellent and noble traditional literati.
Although there are praises and criticisms, the sales of Tokyo Houbao have not decreased, but have been steadily increasing.
When other tabloids saw the sales of "Tokyo Houbao", they were naturally jealous. The sales volume of their tabloids was one or two thousand copies, and the sales volume was only five or six thousand copies.
Although the price is seven or eight times or even ten times that of Wang Yang's "Tokyo Houbao", the problem is that the sales volume is so large. What's important is that nearly 10,000 words in each issue of "Tokyo Houbao" are enough to make the bookstore owners who run private tabloids dumbfounded.
However, I soon thought of the magical printing technique called Yuanyou printing technique announced by Wang Yang on the birthday of the emperor Qianqiu.
Although many people think that Yuanyou's printing technology is just a fool, the booksellers and bookstore owners have long dared to take it lightly after seeing the number of prints from the Tokyo Houbao.
After sending people to meet Wang Yang as representatives, they wanted to obtain the Yuanyou printing technique but failed, they had already begun to consider taking other methods or channels...
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Li Shishi and Liu Yiyi, these two beautiful girls, rely on the front of the water, will guard Wang Yang after dinner every day, constantly urging them to update "The Romance of the Gods".
"At least I can give me a day off? During this period, I have written six or seven thousand words every day, and my wrist hurts. I have been busy for so long during the day and have to write something for you at night. I have to light so many candles. Don't you think it's wasteful?" Wang Yang fucked him with a bitter look on his face and collapsed on the couch in despair.
"I don't think it's enough. If you write it out, just let me and my sister check you to see if there are any mistakes. Isn't that good?" Liu Yiyi smiled and charmingly lifted Wang Yang up and gestured, put her right hand on her round thighs, and gently rubbed her wrists.
The voice was as sweet as malt sugar, and the watery eyes were always so captivating. Seeing Li Shishi, who was making tea next to him, kept curling his lips, and letting his sister Yiyi take the lead.
"Okay, okay, but the problem is that my newspaper can only be published in five days. But if you urge me to update, I'm almost writing the ending. Is this okay?" Wang Yang rolled his eyes helplessly and said weakly.
"Really?!" Two girls, one big and one little girl couldn't help but exclaim in unison.
"Of course, hey, why are you pulling me up?" Wang Yang didn't expect that Liu Yiyi would drag her up as soon as she finished speaking.
"Since the ending is coming, why don't you write it quickly? It's just for us sisters to read it happily, saving thousands of words a day. It's so uncomfortable to feel itchy." Liu Yiyi said with confidence.
"..." Wang Yang finally understood that once a woman was unreasonable, it would be useless to say anything. He could only watch the two women move the case over and carefully put paper and quill pens on him.
Well, when Wang Yang wrote short essays, he used a brush, but when he wrote novels, he would probably not be able to write 6,000 words a day. What he was better at was the carbon pen made of carbon or the quill pen made of goose feathers.
Although Liu Yiyi despises Wang Yang very much, she is obviously a calligrapher, but why do she often use brushes when writing and like to use these weird things?
However, because this guy can use this novel quill to make six or seven thousand words a day, he is too lazy to worry about this issue.
Liu Yiyi had raised this question before, but it took Wang Yang an hour to finish writing a thousand words, which finally made Liu Yiyi realize that the adjective of typing worker is indeed very appropriate.
Just like Wang Yang, who seems very focused now, the contact between the quill pen tip and the paper rusts, while the beautiful running scripts appear one by one.
Although this guy always forgets radicals when writing, or some characters are always written inappropriately, making Miss Liu always have to modify them while reading the content with relish.
However, Wang Yang had no choice. The education he received in his previous life was to write simplified Chinese characters. Although Wang Yang would pay great attention to writing brushes, he would habitually put those simplified Chinese characters on paper when he picked up a hard pen that was not a brush.
"Brother Wang family, you said just now that the number of printed newspapers will increase?" Liu Yiyi looked at Wang Yang, whose eyes were focused on the rice paper, and her eyes were circling.
"Well, of course, it needs to be increased. Newspapers are made with small profits but quick turnover. The more you print, the lower the cost. When the number of prints is 30,000, our cost has actually dropped to only half a penny per newspaper."
"Although our newspapers are much lower than those tabloids, our quantity guarantees that we can earn no less than those tabloids."
Wang Yang answered without raising his head while continuing to climb the grid.
"By the way, Yiyi, how is the business in Xinlou now? When I was busy with the Cuju competition during this period, it has almost been five or six days." Wang Yang wrote about two thousand words and couldn't help but stretched his waist.
"It's not bad. The girls' dancing skills are becoming more and more skillful now. However, our new plays have to be changed every month, which is really hard for you." Liu Yiyi looked at Wang Yang in front of her with a heartache and said.
Wang Yang now doesn't care about the affairs of the old building, but he has always been the one who handles the new building. Even though he has decided to go to the official career now, the problem is that the director of singing and dancing is still the main director of Wang Yang.
Chapter completed!