Lord, I will write novels to support you

Zhu Wenqi raised his eyebrows lightly: "The Qifeng Bookstore has a collection of books that is unparalleled in the world. Let me see what is so strange about it? Brother Xiangjun is really strange. He used to be forced to study but couldn't get in. Now he will come to this bookstore on his own initiative. ?”

Zhu Wenzhen knows how much his younger brother can argue.

He might have been willing to trust Zhu Wenqi once in the Ji Mansion before, but now he was blocked by the other party like this, no matter what rhetoric Zhu Wenqi used, Zhu Wenzhen would not trust him any more.

"Zechen, are you staring at me outside Prince Jing's mansion?" Zhu Wenzhen asked with a sullen face.

Zhu Wenqi didn't panic when he was found out, and nodded calmly: "I am concerned about my brother's safety, so I sent someone to guard outside the palace. Brother wants to blame me for this?"

Zhu Wenzhen felt that he couldn't understand this younger brother more and more. He squinted and stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar person in front of him, "How many people have you buried by my side? There are outside King Jing's Mansion, there are outside Luming Villa, then The outside of Yuelai Teahouse is also yours, isn't it?"

Zhu Wenqi shook his head, and replied frankly: "I only released people outside the Wangfu, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to find you for so long, but you reminded me, maybe I should also be outside the Luming Mountain Villa and Yuelai Teahouse later." Let a few people go, so I don't have to wait until my brother returns to the palace to know your whereabouts."

Zhu Wenzhen blushed with anger, and said in a cold voice: "Zechen, what are you going to do? I have already given you the position of crown prince. Are you still willing to let me go?"

Zhu Wenqi frowned, "Brother Xiangjun, besides the position of the crown prince, is there nothing else between us? The brotherhood of more than ten years is nothing?"

He moved closer to Zhu Wenzhen again, "Believe it or not, I really missed you so I came to see you. The East Palace is very big and cold. Without my brother in the palace, life has become much more boring."

Zhu Wenzhen snorted coldly and didn't speak.

He thought to himself, before in the palace, this younger brother used to take pleasure in catching him and preaching to him, but now that he is gone, there is no one to play this cat-and-mouse game with him, so the cat finds it boring?But have you ever wondered whether the mouse would continue to go back to play with the cat?

As if guessing Zhu Wenzhen's thoughts, Zhu Wenqi's expression darkened, and he said in a deep voice: "Brother Xiangjun, I know you blamed me for taking care of you in the past, but that was only because you were the best candidate for the crown prince at that time. Sitting on the throne every day, how can you convince the public with your hard work at that time? I also urge you every day because of your future."

"But that's all in the past. Now that you have given up the position of crown prince, what reason can I have to discipline you again? I will definitely not force you any more from now on. I only hope that my brother can still think of my two brothers." Love, don't be like a stranger, in the end you will be worse than your enemy."

Zhu Wenzhen was silent for a while after hearing the words, but he was still soft-hearted after all, and he couldn't see his younger brother's low-key appearance, so he could only sigh: "Ze Chen, let the past matter go, I just don't deliberately avoid you in the future."

Zhu Wenqi smiled with two canine teeth: "Brother Xiang Jun, a gentleman?"

Zhu Wenzhen nodded: "Yes."

In the seminar room upstairs, several people were arguing over whether or not to delete all the emotional scenes in "The Merry Prince and the Beautiful Prince".

Guo Xiucai looked at Tang Ke with narrowed eyes: "It's a compliment for you to be published in Qifeng Bookstore for such a low-level novel. Don't be so ignorant of good and evil!"

"Novels that praise love, why can't they be called popular?"

Tang Ke only glanced at Guo Xiucai, then bowed his hands to the director Feng Pinglan, "Director, I dare to ask, as the top manager of Qifeng Bookstore, how many popular romance novels have you read, how many have you reviewed? How many books have you written yourself?"

Feng Pinglan paused slightly, and replied in a deep voice: "I've only read one or two, never reviewed or written."

Tang Ke asked again: "How many books of official history literature has the director read? How many books have been reviewed, and how many books have he edited or transcribed?"

Feng Pinglan thought for a while, and said: "The books I have read and reviewed are innumerable, and I have compiled hundreds of books."

Tang Ke glanced at everyone present again: "If the director is still like this, then I believe other colleagues are even more like this? Presumably, although you are all well-read in their respective fields, you rarely dabble in the category of popular romance novels ?”

Everyone naturally nodded in agreement, who would be willing to admit that they have read many customs books?Except for Uncle Wu who is smiling happily in the corner.

Tang Ke looked back at the director again: "In this case, I feel that, as a bookstore, the market is still the leading factor. From the perspective of the market, I should focus on whether the love part should be deleted or not. The words of senior customs department members should be the main reference."

Feng Pinglan looked at Tang Ke, thought for a while, and nodded slowly: "Mr. Xiao Ke's words do have some truth—"

"—Full of nonsense!" Guo Xiucai said unconvinced, "You, a crooked writer, have only come to the bookstore for a few days, and you already know what the bookstore's market looks like? It's just talk on paper!"

Tang Ke said unhurriedly: "Am I just talking on paper? You'll know if you try it? Let's put the first part of the chapters on the shelves first, see the market response, and then decide whether to make major changes to the latter content. How about it?"

This suggestion is reasonable, and everyone present nodded in agreement.

Although Guo Xiucai agreed, he still couldn't help yelling: "Since you are so proud and capable just now, let's make an agreement here. If the sales of your first part cannot exceed [-] within seven days after it is put on the shelves, you will Make a written statement to ensure that you will accept any amendments to your novel in the future, and you will never have the slightest objection, do you have the guts?"

Tang Ke gave two "tsk tsk", shook his head and said, "The layout is too small, what is five hundred copies, if you want to order five thousand copies."

"Haha, idiot! You're so stupid and arrogant!" Guo Xiucai said loudly, "That's five thousand copies, let's see how you end up!"

Coming out of the seminar room, Wu Liangsheng stared at Tang Ke with a teacup in his hand, as if he was looking at a mentally handicapped person.

"Minister, what's the matter?"

Wu Liangsheng sighed, "I'm still too young, I haven't experienced the beatings of the society, and I don't know the heights of the sky and the earth."

"Oh, you don't understand that. I dare to speak like that only after I have been in society for a long time."

Wu Liangsheng raised his eyebrows and said "Yes", "Okay, then I'll wait to see how you win?"

"Just don't worry." Tang Ke smiled, looked at the time, and when it was time, he packed his things and went downstairs to find Zhu Wenzhen.

Just as Tang Ke went downstairs, he saw a row of plainclothes guards guarding the tea room from a distance. Looking inside, there was a young man beside Zhu Wenzhen. The man was very light-hearted, leaning over to talk to Zhu Wenzhen. .

Zhu Wenzhen obviously resisted the other's intimacy, and stepped back a little, but the other side approached half a step, unexpectedly raised his hand to touch Zhu Wenzhen's hair crown.

Tang Ke cursed in a low voice, rushed up and pinched the man's wrist and twisted it behind him.

Tang Ke's murderous aura spread all over his body, and his true energy rushed out along the man's wrist, causing the other party to scream in pain.

"Don't, touch, him."

Tang Ke scolded in a deep voice, his face half hidden under the mask was as black as an inkstone.