Later, through communicating with other ships, everyone learned that Changsun Chong did not go to any ship after escaping.
This suddenly made everyone nervous.
Although Changsun Chong is as timid as a scum, he is the prime minister's son after all. If he disappears, the prime minister will probably be furious.
After spending three days urgently searching, the whereabouts of the escape boat where Chang Sun Chong was was still not found.
Since the mission was the top priority, everyone had no choice but to give up.
Anyway, Changsun Chong escaped on his own boat, and no one killed him.
No matter how unwilling the prime minister is, he can't blame anyone. He can only get angry.
The fleet once again sailed towards the established goal.
"Master, your plan is so perfect."
"Not only is Changsun Chong dead, but no one doubts us. On the contrary, Changsun Chong has also received countless infamy."
Xue Rengui couldn't help but sigh.
He knew Muchuan was very talented, but he didn't expect that he was also incredibly talented in strategy.
Muchuan checked the first draft of The Legend of the Condor Heroes in his hand and smiled lightly.
"It's not that my plan is perfect, but that Changsun Chong is just too stupid."
"I'm afraid even Zhang Sun Wuji didn't expect that the burial plan he designed for me would eventually fall on his son."
Xue Rengui was shocked when he heard Muchuan mentioning the prime minister.
He thought that Muchuan still wanted to have a fight with Changsun Wuji, so he quickly dissuaded him in a low voice: "Master, we can't afford to offend the prime minister now, so please don't be impulsive."
Hearing this, Muchuan couldn't help but roll his eyes at Xue Rengui.
"Old Xue, do you really think I'm stupid?"
"With my current power, I am just an ant in front of Changsun Wuji."
"I'm not stupid enough to confront Changsun Wuji head-on."
After hearing this, Xue Rengui felt relieved.
He was afraid that Muchuan was young and energetic and would confront the prime minister when he returned.
If you do that, you are undoubtedly courting death.
"Old Xue, I have finished most of this novel. Come and see how it goes."
With that said, Muchuan handed the first draft to Xue Rengui.
The death of Changsun Chong was just a small episode, and Muchuan didn't need to worry about it all the time.
What he cares more about now is his novel.
Xue Rengui took the first draft and saw the conspicuous title at a glance.
"The Legend of the Condor Heroes?"
Xue Rengui couldn't help but froze for a moment as he muttered this name.
He looked at Muchuan and said in confusion: "Young Master, with your literary talent, you should write some Confucian masterpieces citing classics. Why do you write such popular readings?"
"Don't mention the great works of Confucianism to me."
Muchuan shook his head and said speechlessly: "I have no interest in Confucianism at all. I will never write that kind of crap in my life."
The so-called Confucianism is nothing more than a tool used by rulers to restrict people's thinking.
The reason why China will decline in the future is because the restrictions of Confucianism are too great, which makes the Chinese dynasty completely unable to keep up with the pace of the new era.
Seeing that Muchuan was so disapproving of Confucianism, which is the foundation of scholars, Xue Rengui was almost dumbfounded.
The young master is really a strange person.
Xue Rengui calmed down and began to read the work in his hand.
Unknowingly, Xue Rengui was attracted by this wonderful story.
Seeing the protagonist being killed, Xue Rengui was so angry that he was shaking all over; seeing the protagonist get an adventure, Xue Rengui almost jumped with joy; seeing the protagonist having a woman he fell in love with, Xue Rengui even had the urge to get married and have children.
"Master, what's the story behind it?"
After reading the last page, Xue Rengui was extremely anxious. He couldn't wait to continue reading this wonderful story.
Muchuan was eating his meal and glanced at Xue Rengui helplessly.
"Old Xue, please sit down and have some food first. You've been watching for a whole day."
"It's been a day?"
Xue Rengui was stunned for a moment, he felt that only a while had passed.
However, the loud protest in his stomach finally made Xue Rengui confirm this.
If I hadn't been hungry all day, there wouldn't have been such a big movement.
"Master, I can't wait to read the rest of the story. I don't have to eat anymore. Can you let me finish reading the book?"
Xue Rengui said eagerly.
Hearing this, Muchuan spread his hands and said, "That's all I have, I haven't written the rest yet."
As soon as these words came out, Xue Rengui became even more anxious.
"Then young master, hurry up and write."
"No, what are you urging me to do?"
Muchuan was also a little surprised. Why is Lao Xue so strange today?
Is it possible that the novel's appeal to the ancients has reached such terrifying intensity?
Xue Rengui also realized his gaffe and quickly took two deep breaths to calm down his impatient heart.
"Master, I lost my temper just now, please forgive me!"
Xue Rengui apologized.
"it's okay no problem."
Muchuan waved his hand, he was not angry over such a trivial matter.
"Old Xue, sit down and eat. I think you are starving."
Listening to Xue Rengui's stomach growling again, Muchuan couldn't help but chuckle.
Xue Rengui hesitated for a moment, but was finally impressed by the aroma of the food, so he sat down and started eating.
"Old Xue, I haven't had time to ask, what do you think my book looks like?"
When this was mentioned, Xue Rengui couldn't sit still.
“Excellent, excellent!”
Xue Rengui's eyes were shining, and he said with great excitement: "I say that I have read thousands of books, but there has never been a book that has fascinated me so much."
"Master, if you publish this book to the world, it will definitely become a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages!"
Muchuan smiled and said nothing, he did not doubt what Xue Rengui said.
Mr. Jin’s book is a masterpiece that will last forever.
"It must be released, but the method must be different from the past." Muchuan took two bites of rice.
Xue Rengui listened attentively.
He knew very well that anything Muchuan did was different from ordinary people, and it would always bring about different changes.
Muchuan added two more chopsticks and waited until Xue Rengui's eyes almost turned green before he spoke.
"In the past, books were sold directly. Although this was convenient, the sales cycle was too long, and it was difficult to cultivate readers' stickiness."
Xue Rengui nodded, "What the young master said is absolutely true."
Although Xue Rengui didn't understand many words in Muchuan dialect, he still understood the general meaning.
Muchuan continued: "So I plan to break up a book and sell it by chapter."
"But if we follow today's sales model, this approach will be difficult to implement."
"For this reason, I decided to set up a magazine."
Xue Rengui was dumbfounded, "Magazine company?"
He had never heard of the word.
Muchuan smiled, not surprised by Xue Rengui's reaction.
"In short, the novel is only sold through one channel of the magazine, and a subscription system is implemented. A membership system may be added in the future."
Xue Rengui was still confused by what he heard, but Muchuan had completely decided on the idea of establishing a magazine.
Publishing novels is only for superficial purposes, Muchuan values the meaning behind the magazine more.
Newspapers will definitely do this in the future. When people gradually get used to the existence of newspapers, they will be able to secretly influence people's thoughts.
