"Well, with Master Feng's poems this time, the Confucian Journal will definitely surpass the Mo Journal this time!" Wei Sian looked at the poetry column of the new issue of the Confucian Journal and couldn't help but feel very carefree.
"Master Feng's poems are indeed popular. They are the best in Chang 'an City!" Chief Editor Ma nodded repeatedly in agreement. He was the one who recommended Master Feng, so he felt proud to be recognized by his boss.
Master Feng was a famous poet in Chang 'an City. He was quite famous in Chang' an City. Of course, this was before the emergence of the School of Mo. Now that copyright was a hot topic, Master Feng naturally took the opportunity to bring out his masterpiece that he had kept for many years, taking the opportunity to gain fame and fortune.
The Confucian Journal and the Mo Journal were also asking for paid manuscripts at the same time. Master Feng, who considered himself a disciple of a sage, naturally stood firmly on the side of the Confucian Journal without a doubt.
"This time, we will settle the bill for Master Feng at 900 articles per word. We will definitely make the paid manuscripts of the Confucian Journal an instant hit." Wei Sian waved his hand.
Chief Editor Ma nodded proudly and said, "Boss, don't worry. This time, we still have a secret weapon. With a lot of money, there will be brave men. This time, the Confucian Journal got a legendary novel, the love story of a scholar and a beautiful dragon girl. It will make people love it so much that they can't put it down!"
Chief Editor Ma couldn't help but hand Wei Sian a stack of manuscripts as he spoke. Wei Sian took a look and his eyes couldn't help but light up. Although this book was not as moving as Mo Jiazi's Lovers of Liang, it won in novelty. The love between a man and a dragon was refreshing!
"Well, you did a good job this time!" Wei Sian was overjoyed.
Chief Editor Ma sighed and said, "I have to say that although the paid manuscripts of the Confucian Journal is a little expensive, the money is absolutely worth it. In this way, the Mo Journal won't have to worry about high-quality articles."
In the past, the Confucian Journal begged grandfathers and grandmothers to get some manuscripts. Sometimes, just the gifts alone cost a lot of money. After the paid manuscripts of the Confucian Journal, the situation changed greatly.
The world was full of people for profit. With the return of money, many scholars took out their best manuscripts. The good manuscripts available for the Confucian Journal immediately increased several times.
"By the way, there is news from the Mo Journal. I heard that they are late in publishing." Wei Sian said with a frown. It was reasonable to say that the Mo Journal had taken the lead in soliciting paid manuscripts, so the Confucian Journal should have been the first to issue manuscripts. However, the Confucian Journal was already late by an entire day.
"I heard that they didn't manage to find any good poems. Only a bookkeeping scholar is slightly better, but I don't think it's good enough," Chief Editor Ma said sarcastically.
"A poem by a bookkeeper? That counts as a poem too! " Wei Sian was overjoyed. How could a poem written by a bookkeeper who had not even passed the exam compare to Master Feng's?
"What about the Confucian journals?" Wei Sian asked.
Chief Editor Ma said proudly, "Boss, don't worry. There are many high-quality articles in the Confucian Journal this time. We have already decided on the draft in advance and are now working overtime to print them."
Wei Sian pondered for a moment and asked, "Since the Confucian Periodical has such strength, why don't we compete with the Mo Periodical?"
"Boss, do you mean that this issue of the Confucian Journal will be released at the same time as the Mo Journal?" Chief Editor Ma understood tacitly.
Wei Sian nodded and said, "That's right. The Mo Journal can be delayed, but why can't the Confucian Journal be brought forward?"
Chief Editor Ma thought for a while and nodded solemnly. "Okay, since that's the case, let's let the Mo Journal and the Confucian Journal compete again."
Anyway, the Confucian Journal's circulation was not as good as the Mo Journal's. Even if it failed, there was no loss.
Just as the Mo Journal was delayed and the Confucian Journal was deliberately brought forward, the Confucian Journal and the Mo Journal collided again.
"Good poem!"
"Master Feng's poem is really extraordinary!"
"It's not just Master Feng's poem. Even the love between a human and a dragon is tear-jerking. It makes people linger on!"
Under the Confucian Journal's unintentional scheme, the Confucian Journal that was released first quickly filled the streets. The high-quality articles and Master Feng's poem were immediately praised by everyone.
"Congratulations, Master Feng!"
In the literary world of Chang 'an City, all the scholars who saw the Confucian Journal came forward to congratulate Master Feng.
"Not at all! Not at all! "
Master Feng, who was dressed in a Confucian robe, was even more proud. He could not help but be modest in the face of everyone's congratulations.
"This is Master Feng's fee this time. Master Feng's poem is extraordinary. The Confucian Journal has decided to charge you 900 yuan per 1,000 words."
Master Feng's poem was a seven-character quatrain with a total of 28 words. When Chief Editor Ma presented 25 strings of strings of cash and 200 coins in public, the whole atmosphere of the Feng Family immediately reached a climax.
That was a full 25 strings of cash, which was enough for an ordinary family to live in wealth in Chang 'an City for a year. Now, it was easily obtained by Master Feng with a poem.
"900 yuan per 1,000 words!" Master Feng could not help but frown. Originally, he thought that if he took out his best work to make the Confucian Journal famous, he would definitely get the top price of 1,000 words and 1,000 coins. Although he did not care about the strings of cash, he cared more about the reputation that 1,000 words and 1,000 coins represented. As long as the Confucian Journal gave him the price of 1,000 words and 1,000 coins, it would admit that his talent was the best in the Tang dynasty.
How could Chief Editor Ma not know Master Feng's thoughts? Although Master Feng's poem was extraordinary, compared with Mo Jiazi's famous poem, it was still a few levels lower. If he really gave Master Feng the price of 1,000 words and 1,000 coins, how could he accept future poems? He was afraid that others would not accept the price!
"In my opinion, Master Feng's poem is amazing. Even 1,000 words and 1,000 coins is not an exaggeration." A follower of Master Feng said shamelessly.
"Don't dare, don't dare? Although the Old Man has been immersed in poetry for many years, his knowledge is not great. He still needs to go further. How can he bear such a great reputation? " Master Feng waved his hand again and again. Although he was dissatisfied, he also knew that the Confucian Journal was powerful and did not want to offend them.
"Great Master Feng is indeed of noble character and unquestionable integrity. You are the role model of our generation. I admire you. Even with Great Master Feng's poem, you only received 900 copper coins per thousand words. However, such a vulgar poem by a son of the Mo Family was actually able to receive a price tag of 1,000 copper coins per thousand words. It can be seen how hypocritical the Mo Family is. They are actually so thick-skinned and shameless as to deliberately raise the reputation of the son of the Mo Family." A white-clothed scholar stepped through the door and said with a mocking expression on his face.
"Mo Jiazi is also writing a poem in the Mo Journal!" In an instant, everyone could not help but be surprised. Although they repeatedly belittled Mo Jiazi, they had to admit that Mo Jiazi's poem was indeed the best in the Tang dynasty.
The reason why Master Feng was willing to accept the price of 900 coins per 1,000 words was because of Mo Jiazi's poem. No matter how proud he was, he had to admit that there was a considerable gap between his poem and Mo Jiazi's poem.
Now that he suddenly heard that Mo Jiazi had also published a poem in the Mo Journal, his heart suddenly tightened. He was not afraid of not knowing the value of a poem, but he was afraid of comparing the value of a poem. If Mo Jiazi came out with another peerless poem, then his poem would immediately become a joke.
Among them, the most nervous was Chief Editor Ma. He understood in his heart that no wonder the Mo Journal delayed the publication. It must be that they did not find a good poem, so they went to ask Mo Jiazi's poem.
"You said that Mo Jiazi's poem is vulgar!" Chief Editor Ma's heart skipped a beat. He stared straight at the Mo Journal in the white-clothed scholar's hand.
The white-clothed scholar said proudly, "Of course! In my opinion, this poem is extremely ordinary. And because it is Mo Jiazi's poem, the Mo Journal actually offered a price of 1,000 words per 1,000 coins for Mo Jiazi. "
"1,000 words per 1,000 coins!" Master Feng could not help but be stunned. The dissatisfaction in his heart suddenly surged. He wanted to see what kind of poem Mo Jiazi's poem could beat his to the price of 1,000 words per 1,000 coins.
"Ten miles of calm lake filled with frost, inch by inch of black hair melancholy in the glorious years. To the moon and the shadow of each other, I only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals. "
Under everyone's gaze, the white-clothed scholar read Meton's poem with a look of disdain.
Everyone could not help but fall silent after listening. Most of them were people who were immersed in poetry. They could tell that although Mo Jiazi's poem was a good poem, it was far inferior to Mo Jiazi's previous poem. When everyone heard Mo Jiazi's poem, they were all looking forward to hearing another famous poem. Now, after listening to it, they suddenly felt a sense of loss.
"Master Feng is a poet. Why don't you comment on Mo Jiazi's poem?" Chief Editor Ma's heart skipped a beat. Now that Mo Jiazi's poem was ordinary, if Master Feng were to comment on it, it would be another piece of news that everyone would love to hear.
Master Feng could not help but reveal a trace of pride. To be able to step on Mo Jiazi to improve his literary reputation was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. How could he, who was keen on fame and fortune, miss it?
"Although this poem has its merits, the scope is too small. It is empty and has no real meaning. It is only suitable for the pleasure of the boudoir. Such a romantic poem. Old Man was originally looking forward to Merton's poem. Now, it seems that it has disappointed the Old Man. In Old Man's opinion, this poem is only worth 200 coins per 1,000 words. It is only slightly better than the accountant's poem. It cannot be higher, "Master Feng said with a face full of ridicule.
"Master Feng is indeed a great talent. Your comments can be said to be incisive." Chief Editor Ma immediately clapped his hands and applauded. The more Master Feng ridiculed, the better the effect of this piece of news.
"By the way, what is the name of this poem? It will be good for us to remember Merton's poem of 200 coins per 1,000 words." Master Feng became more enthusiastic.
"It's called something like A Chinese Ghost Story. It sounds like a poem about love and love in the boudoir," the white-clothed scholar said indifferently.
"A Chinese Ghost Story? Isn't that the name of this article in the Mo Journal?" A green-clothed scholar was reading the remaining Mo Journal with great interest. When he heard this, he could not help but be stunned and said in surprise.
"What? Mo Jiazi published it again! " Chief Editor Ma could not help but be shocked. He quickly reached out and snatched the Mo Journal from the green-clothed scholar's hand. He saw that the words "A Chinese Ghost Story" were indeed written on the column.
Chief Editor Ma suddenly had a bad feeling. Since this poem was written by Mo Jiazi, wouldn't the poem with the same name also be written by Mo Jiazi? He had seen how terrifying Mo Jiazi's "Lovers of the Liang" was. It simply suppressed the Confucian journal to the point that it could not lift its head.
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