The lowest-level writers are in a much worse situation, earning only eight coins per thousand words.
In addition to this, these top-notch Confucian scholars had an extra layer of prestige: when they went to brothels, they were often sought after by the female companions.
All she wanted was for the old scholar to have a sudden inspiration and write about them in his storybook, so that he could become famous overnight and rise to prominence in the brothel circle of Daxing Town.
With a good reputation, or even if one is bold enough to be noticed by a powerful figure in the county, being taken in as a concubine would be a way to escape a life of misery.
Of course, these two things complement each other, and neither of them is considered to be taking advantage of the other.
The old scholar was famous for writing stories for courtesans, and the courtesans were famous for endorsing the old scholar. With his fame came the old scholar the capital to demand that the shopkeeper raise the price of his storybooks.
The logical loop is perfect.
Mutually beneficial.
This inspired countless obscure scholars who had failed the imperial examinations to desperately try to enter the Rainforest Study and become top-tier writers.
He was favored by beautiful young women and was loved by a number of young men, earning him a considerable reward.
Chen Xian had a toothache.
Writing a thousand characters with a calligraphy brush would probably ruin your wrist.
We arrived at Rainforest Bookstore.
The waiter looked indifferent as Chen Xian approached.
Dressed in coarse, patched clothes, he looked travel-worn.
Erzhuzi frowned secretly.
Chen Xian remained calm as he walked up to the waiter and took out the manuscript paper in his hand. "Call your manager out. I have some excellent storybooks to give to him."
The shopkeeper noticed that the other party had a serious expression and lacked the obsequiousness, inferiority, and timidity typical of ordinary farmers.
Somewhat taken aback.
Chen Xian frowned. "I've left the storybook here. I still need to submit it to the bookstore across the street."
After saying that, he ignored Xiao Si and left.
Erzhu asked in confusion, "Father, are you just leaving like this?"
Chen Xian: "Didn't you see how arrogant that guy looked? We're all dressed in coarse clothes, are we just supposed to stand there and let him yell at us?"
"This guy, doing all that smiling and groveling work, is worse off than us farmers. He really thinks he's superior just because he talks to merchants and rich scholars? Does he deserve it?"
Although Chen Xian's expression was calm, Erzhuzi could still see a hint of coldness on his father's face.
This subtle disdain and arrogance is not an obvious, cowardly complaint, but rather a confidence that is justified.
Always so calm.
It seems that's how it should be.
My father has changed; I don't recognize him at all.
"Shall we just go like this? Isn't Rainforest Bookstore the best place to submit manuscripts?"
Chen Xian shook his head. "Wait a quarter of an hour. If that doesn't work, we can go to Qingping Study. It's a good place to go. However, I'm sure that shop assistant doesn't have the guts to hide what just happened. Otherwise, if we go to Qingping Study and the book really becomes popular, he'll be the one who suffers."
Erzhu: "Father, how did you know that the shopkeeper would punish the employee?"
Chen Xian calmly replied, "Naturally, I will personally visit the shopkeeper to explain when the book becomes popular!"
Erzhu looked at his ordinary father with some surprise. "Oh, I thought I was ruthless and cold-blooded, but now I realize I'm just like my dad."
Actually, I'm a good person, but I've done some unexpected and cold-blooded things under my father's influence.
For example, at the beginning...
"Wait, Dad, who gave you the confidence that the storybook will definitely be a hit?"
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