Zhai Yun suddenly changed his tone: "But you are not without other opportunities!"
Ying Wuji's eyebrows jumped: "I would like to hear the details!"
Zhai Yun stroked his beard and asked, "Do you know about the literary gathering at the beginning of next month?"
"Of course I know!"
"I heard from above that because the Taoist school voluntarily withdrew from this Hundred Schools Gathering, a lot of seats have been vacated. If the disciples of the three schools of Confucianism, Mohism and Legalism exceed nearly half, it would be a bit of a betrayal of the name of the Hundred Schools. So three seats have been vacated. As long as you win the top three in the literary gathering, you can participate."
“Very good!”
A smile finally showed on Ying Wuji's face. He had participated in literary gatherings before, but they were very boring. They were all filled with literati praising each other. The last time he asked Bai Zhi not to keep the money for buying new clothes was because he felt that there was no point in participating in literary gatherings.
So it seems possible...
At this moment, a man ran in hurriedly. He was a servant from the Wu Embassy, who had come to the bookstore to help several times in the past few days.
He ran out of breath: "Master! Something terrible has happened!"
Ying Wuji frowned: "Your master is asleep, tell me if you have anything to say!"
"Yes! Young Master Wuji!"
The man looked a little unhappy. "Just now, Lan Lingsheng was drinking in Yihong Pavilion. When he was drunk, he said that he would be able to write the third volume of "Shan Hai Gui Tan" soon. If the bookstore wants to publish it, it must pay him at least 30,000 taels, otherwise it will not give authorization."
"What!"
Hua Chao's face suddenly changed.
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