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Chapter 10 Popular in Jiangnan

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    Make a fortune!

    This was Qin Kan¡¯s first thought after walking out of Tang Yin¡¯s room.

    This thought made him want to jump up and shout "yes!"

    Du Yan tried every means to find out what Qin Kan was planning, but in fact, this was what Qin Kan was planning.

    ¡°To put it nicely, it¡¯s called borrowing the east wind temporarily, but to put it poorly, it¡¯s called borrowing the chicken to lay eggs.

    Tang Yin is a master of both poetry and painting. If some famous lines that can be passed down through the ages are added to his already dazzling halo, then the economic benefits generated by selling these verses on the market must be an astonishing figure.

    This is why Qin Kan chose to lay eggs instead of pretending to be a scholar.

    If a scholar like Qin Kan, who is unknown, unknown, and has even been expelled from his career, swindles with a lot of timeless sayings, what awaits him will not be the praise of Jiangnan scholars, but the crowd of the entire literati group.  Beat.

    Fame is something that can be seen and touched. If this kind of thing like "three years of silence, then a blockbuster" really happened in the Ming Dynasty, it would definitely not end well, because the jealousy of literati is heavier and more vicious than that of women.  .

    But if these eternal poems were written by the most talented man in Jiangnan, the meaning and results would be completely different.

    It is normal and logical for the great talents of the Tang Dynasty to write such immortal poems.

    Giving all the glory and halo to Tang Yin, Qin Kan doesn't mind suffering this loss. What he values ????is not the false reputation, but the real snowflakes and silver.

    In his eyes, all pure knowledge can be measured in money. Realists value actual benefits.

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    Getting rich is something that should be done sooner rather than later. On the road to a well-off life, you should work non-stop and kill the Buddha if you stand in your way. Otherwise, you will be extremely irresponsible for your future prosperity and wealth.

    After leaving Tang Yin's room, Qin Kan ran out of the inn with a freshly prepared poem. After asking around, he found a bookstore called "Mounfang" in the west city of Shaoxing. The owner of the bookstore was named Huang.

    Shopkeeper Huang was also a scholar with no hope of an official career, so he simply gave up his face and went into business.

    The two of them didn't talk much when they met. Qin Kan directly handed him the poem manuscript signed with Tang Yin's name.

    Shopkeeper Huang took it and just turned two pages, then he looked up to the sky and shed tears. Like the great talent of the Tang Dynasty, the angle was 45 degrees.

    "If life were just like the first time we met What a beautiful poem, Tang Jieyuan deserves to be the most talented man in the south of the Yangtze River." Shopkeeper Huang's eyes were filled with sadness.

    ¡°Uncle Nalan has done a lot of harm to people

    "Is the poem beautiful?"

    "Beautiful, so beautiful! Tang Jieyuan's talent" Shopkeeper Huang tried to find the highest level of praise to describe Tang Yin. Unfortunately, after doing business for a long time, his cultural level deteriorated, so he sighed with emotion, all without saying anything, but his expression  He had already expressed his admiration and emotion deeply, as if he had just eaten pissed beef balls and was running on the beach with his first love in a gauze, very ecstatic.

    Qin Kan looked away. He really didn't want to define this twisted and pitted old face as "ecstasy."

    "Can Tang Jieyuan's poem manuscript be published into a book?"

    "Of course, if this kind of poetry manuscript cannot be published, who in the world is qualified to write a book? If life is just like the first meeting" Shopkeeper Huang shed tears again. This is a very emotional boss, and his first love story must be very bumpy.

    "Very good, how much do you pay?"

    "ah?"

    Qin Kan had no choice but to explain patiently: "You need to pay royalties for publishing a book, just like you need to pay for meals when going to a restaurant. It's only natural that you have to pay, right?"

    Shopkeeper Huang blinked his tear-filled eyes and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

    It is obvious that he is still immersed in the poignant realm of "if life is just like the first time we met" and does not want to return to reality.

    "When you taste such a fine work, youyou actually talked to me about money, you, you are simply" Shopkeeper Huang looked like his daughter had been raped, and was so angry that he couldn't speak.

    Shopkeeper Huang couldn't accept it emotionally that such an elegant and refined poem suddenly had something to do with Adu's yellow and white things.

    Qin Kan misunderstood what he meant, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said solemnly: "you want to take advantage of others?"

    He swore that if Huang dared to say yes, he would punch his head off with one punch.

    Fortunately, shopkeeper Huang is a smart man. He noticed the murderous intention in the air in time and quickly regained his consciousness.

    "After printing a thousand copies, I will give Tang Jieyuan one hundred taels of silver to polish his pen."

    Qin Kan immediately responded: "Publish five thousand copies and give them to twonbsp; Qin Kan didn't say anything, and Du Yan's pretty face was tense. She refused to open her mouth again, but she didn't leave. The two sat opposite each other, falling into an awkward silence.

    boom!

    The door was kicked open again.

    Qin Kan sighed deeply: "What day is it today? Why do everyone visit in such a unique way?"

    Tang Yin appeared in front of him holding a book of poems, trembling all over, pointing at Qin Kan and trembling.

    "Why? Tell me why!" Tang Yin gritted his teeth and growled, his face twisted like the twists on the breakfast stall.

    "Why?" Qin Kan calmed down.

    "Why did you publish this collection of poems without consulting me?"

    "Who said there was no negotiation? You even pressed your fingerprints" Qin Kan took out an agreement and waved it in front of him.

    "You" Tang Yin ended his words, and then said angrily: "If life is just like the first time we met, is it my fault?"

    "Of course you did it."

    "Is it my fault that you insist that Qingshan won't let go?"

    "certainly."

    Tang Yin completely exploded. He grabbed Qin Kan's collar, his red face was gushing with anger, he raised the poetry collection in his hand and said ferociously: "So, this song 'A Flock of Geese Under the Mountain' was also written by me?"

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