Li Tai left in satisfaction. This satisfaction was not only because he had listened to the novel for the entire afternoon, but also because he had taken away a "luxurious caravan" that he had always dreamed of.
After watching the little fatty leave, Li Zexuan called for San Bao and ordered, "San Bao, get a few people to pull out four carriages and send them to the Qin Manor, Cheng Manor, Yuchi Manor, and Niu Manor. Tell them that it is inconvenient for me to go out during my confinement period. Ask those uncles to bear with me!"
"Yes, Young Master!"
San Bao replied.
"Mm, remember to be polite. Oh, right, pull out another carriage and send it to the East Palace!"
Li Zexuan thought for a while and said.
"Yes!"
San Bao accepted the order and left.
"Xiao Xi, come and help me grind the ink!"
.....
In the study room.
Li Zexuan was writing rapidly. He was writing a letter to Ma Zhou and telling him some things. Not only was it about the recruitment of merchant ships to follow the army to the South that Li Tai had mentioned, but he also had many things to tell Ma Zhou about the Datang Daily novel section.
Meng Wenhao's attitude towards novel writers today was a warning to Li Zexuan. It seemed that whether it was in the modern era or the ancient era, many people thought that writing novels was not a proper occupation and was useless!
No wonder Datang Daily had been published for so long. Other than a few great scholars who wrote articles and argued with each other in the "Literary Interaction" section, there was basically no one who wrote novels for Datang Daily.
This would not do. If everyone thought of writing novels this way, then who would write novels in the future? Li Zexuan planned to stay at home and play cards with his wife, sleep, and read novels in the future.
Therefore, he was writing a plan for Ma Zhou to hype up the rise of the novel and encourage everyone to write to Datang Daily.
At this moment, he felt that being grounded by Ma Zhou was not such a wonderful thing. Otherwise, he would have gone to the workshop personally and told Ma Zhou in person. There was no need to go through so much trouble.
"Alright, Xiao Xi, go and find someone. Since the workshop is not closed yet, ask him to ride a fast horse and quickly deliver this letter and these manuscripts to the workshop. Give them to Ma Zhou!"
After nearly an hour, Li Zexuan finished writing and put the letter into an envelope. Then, he put the rest of the manuscripts into a big paper bag and handed it to Xiao Xi.
Fortunately, their house was not too far away from the workshop. Otherwise, the servant might not be able to make it back in time after delivering the letter at this hour.
"Yes, Young Master!"
.....
Strange Pavilion workshop.
Now, Ma Zhou had recruited many scholars to be his assistants. These scholars were mostly people from the Imperial College who had failed to pass the imperial examinations. The editorial department of Strange Culture's development. At this moment, they were deciding the layout of tomorrow's newspapers.
"Steward Ma, do you think this layout is okay?"
A middle-aged scholar in his thirties walked towards Ma Zhou with a few pieces of paper filled with words.
Ma Zhou took it and looked at it seriously. After a while, he nodded and said, "Yes, the layout this time is very good. Let's follow this layout and pass it to the printing department. Let them start printing. After that, our editorial department will be off work today!"
"Okay!"
When the others saw Ma Zhou nod his head, they all heaved a huge sigh of relief. God knows how many times they were sent back by Ma Zhou every day because of typesetting problems. Although the salary given by Quirk Culture was high, the requirements were also high!
"Old Ma! Old Ma! Sir Li sent a letter over! "
The person who came was none other than Pang Feiji. This unlucky guy failed to ask for benefits from Sun Huaiyuan last time and was almost exposed. Later, Yuchi Jingde arranged for him to be the "head of security" at Strange Culture. In fact, he was just a high-class concierge.
When Li Zexuan heard Yuchi Jingde's warning that day, he felt that not only Strange Culture but also the workshop's safety needed to be taken seriously. Therefore, he let Pang Feiji lead this "security team" into two groups. One group was responsible for Strange Culture's safety and the other group was responsible for the workshop's safety. Anyway, Yuchi Jingde said that this group of people would be under Li Zexuan's command in the future. There was nothing wrong with his arrangement.
After this guy was arranged to come over, he usually ran between both sides. At Strange Culture, in order to make up for his image in Sun Huaiyuan's eyes, he was very diligent and rushed to do everything. At first, the rest of the people were worried sick. Pang Feiji was stealing their jobs! Therefore, these two days, Sun Huaiyuan clearly felt that the people in the workshop were much more enthusiastic than before.
However, Pang Feiji was not a greedy person. When he was serious, he was quite loyal. After all, this guy had been in the military for so long. He was very experienced in dealing with people. In the past two days, there were quite a number of people who had received small favors from him. In private, everyone called him "Brother Ji" (or "Brother Chicken").
At the workshop, Ma Zhou was one of the big bosses in the workshop. Of course, he was also someone "Brother Chicken" wanted to curry favor with. This way, even if Sun Huaiyuan told Li Zexuan about his "black material," there would be someone to speak up for him. He wouldn't die too miserably, right? Today, "Brother Chicken" came to the workshop to "work". When he encountered the matter of delivering a letter to Ma Zhou, "Brother Chicken" did not hesitate to take over Song Xiaosi's job and come personally to deliver the letter.
Ma Zhou took the big bag of documents curiously. As he opened it, he said politely, "Thank you for your trouble, Pang Sige!"
"Hehe, it's nothing. Take your time, Master Ma. I'll take my leave first!"
"Brother Chicken" knew very well that he had to make up for his sins even if he had to kneel down. Now that Sun Huaiyuan had something on him, in Strange Culture and the workshop, he had to act like a grandson until the end!
"Okay!"
Ma Zhou nodded. "Brother Chicken" slowly left.
Ma Zhou opened the paper bag and took out the envelope and the manuscript of "A Mortal's Journey to Immortality." He first put the manuscript aside, then opened the envelope. He opened the letter and read it seriously.
Other than the occasional sound of other people packing up, the room was silent for a while. After a while, Ma Zhou put away the letter and said to the few "editors" who were packing up to go home, "Don't pack up anymore. Don't send the typesetting just now to the printing department. Redo it all. I'm afraid none of you will be able to go back tonight!"
"Ah ~? Why is this happening? "
"Steward Ma, what happened?"
"If we don't go back now, where will we stay tonight?"
"Yeah, if we don't leave now, there will be a curfew later!"
The "editors" were dumbfounded. Even though they knew that Ma Zhou had a high position in the workshop, in the face of such a rude request, they could not help but refute.
"Ahem, the boss has new instructions. Tomorrow's newspaper has to be redone. Everyone, work harder. Once you're done, you can rest in the workshop. Today's salary will be five times the usual salary!"
It was indeed unkind to ask people to work overtime at the last minute. Ma Zhou thought about it and decided that he could only use money to increase their work enthusiasm!
"Wow! Five times! Let's do it! "
"Let's do it!"
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