Lord, I will write novels to support you

Tang Ke told Wu Liangsheng his plan.

When Tang Ke said that all the proceeds from selling books belonged to Wu Liangsheng, Uncle Wu's eyes lit up, and he became energetic.

He believed in the sales volume of Tang Ke's articles, and there were the unknown activities of the prince of this dynasty and the full exposure of his party members. The history of the dynasty is recorded.

The last thing Wu Liangsheng would do in his life was to have trouble with money, "It will definitely be fine to print it in my printing bureau, but..."

It's just that the distribution and sales channels of this book will be a little troublesome.

No matter how rich Wu Liangsheng's family background was and how strong the relationship with the government was, he was still just an ordinary citizen. If he was really targeted by the yamen or even the princelings, it would be difficult to do business in the future.

"Sales channels are not a problem," Tang Ke guessed Wu Liangsheng's concerns, and said directly, "I will solve this part myself, and I will also bear the labor costs. All book sales revenue will still belong to you."

To put it bluntly, this is a steady profit business, the only problem is that there will be some risks, but Wu Liangsheng has been doing venture capital since he was still wearing crotch pants, so naturally he is not afraid of this, he slapped his thigh, "Okay! It's a deal! Let's make a deposit and make a written receipt now!"

Tang Ke smiled, and took out the cooperation agreement prepared in advance from his pocket.

Wu Liangsheng glanced at him, "You set up your set this morning and wait for me to dance?"

Tang Ke nodded frankly, and pushed the agreement to Wu Liangsheng.

Wu Liangsheng smiled and shook his head to pick it up, signed it, and returned a copy to Tang Ke, asking him, "When will the manuscript be delivered? How about giving you half a month?"

Tang Ke grinned: "It's finished." He took out the small package on his back and put it on the table in front of Wu Liangsheng. "Minister, have you seen it?"

Wu Liangsheng sized Tang Ke up and down for half a cup of tea, "If I hadn't promised to help you just now, wouldn't you have assassinated me with a sword?"

Seeing that he was not moving, Tang Ke took the initiative to untie his burden, and handed a book in front of him, "If you don't agree to earn money, then you won't be called Wu Liangsheng."

Wu Liangsheng leaked a disdainful syllable from his nose, and handed Tang Ke the next manuscript in front of him. He lay down and opened it to read it. After finishing one book, he raised his head and looked at Tang Ke with more attention. The look of a heroic hero.

"Do you dare to write this kind of thing? Do you want to die?" After connecting this content with Tang Ke's series of actions, he suddenly said, "Your little shell is King Jing Zhu Wenzhen?! You are a big deal Ah! It’s all like this, why don’t you rush to the end of the world, and run back to me to send this kind of thing? You really think life is too long.”

Tang Ke ignored Wu Liangsheng's astonishment, and pretended not to hear his question. He just shook the agreement in his hand and said, "My minister doesn't have to worry about it for the time being, but we signed the contract. Huge liquidated damages will be paid.”

Wu Liangsheng never intended to renege on his debts, but he still couldn't help kicking Tang Ke, "Hey, I say, you are a wanted criminal by the imperial court now. You signed this contract with me. Even if I breach the contract, you dare to follow me!" Yamen seeking justice?"

Tang Ke smiled meaningfully, "Of course I don't dare, but Party A who signed the contract with you dares."

Wu Liangsheng lowered his head, and saw the words "Wang Xiaoye" written on the contract next to his signature.

Wu Liangsheng cursed loudly, "You're still playing with me here? You asked me to sign such an important contract with that little girl Ye Zi?"

Seeing Wu Liangsheng's expression turned pale, Tang Ke stepped forward and beat him on the leg, "Don't worry about what methods I used, anyway, you earn the money, and I get the benefits. We're a win-win situation, aren't we?"

"Win-win shit, I'm just a tool man, right?" Wu Liangsheng sat up, "I'm taking your book to Wu's Printing Bureau now, and tomorrow morning you go to the backyard of the Printing Bureau and wait for me under the old locust tree next to the stable. delivery."

Tang Ke thanked Wu Liangsheng wholeheartedly, and rushed back to the Chanyi Sect before dark.

Zhu Wenzhen was wrapped in a thick blanket and huddled in the innermost corner of the seat, writing a score with a book and a brush in his hand.

"Xiang'er! I'm back!"

Tang Ke yelled into the room before he entered the door.

Zhu Wenzhen's originally tight lips instantly rose, his eyebrows and eyes curved into crescent moons, he put down the pen and paper and sat up to meet Tang Ke, but his legs and feet became numb after sitting for too long, and just turned over, he knelt down again with his brows furrowed .

Tang Ke panicked and went forward to hug him on his lap, and helped him rub the white and tender calf under the wide robe, "What's wrong?"

Zhu Wenzhen hissed, and slapped Tang Ke's hand away, saying "legs and feet are numb".

Tang Ke turned his head and saw the cushion in the corner of the wall where Zhu Wenzhen had already sat down, and smiled and pecked Zhu Wenzhen's forehead, "I'm not here all day, so you just sit in that corner without moving?"

Zhu Wenzhen nodded.

Tang Ke felt a little uncomfortable, "Why don't you go out for a walk, this area is the place of Zen Clothing Sect, it is very safe, no one from the government will come here."

Zhu Wenzhen shook his head, "I don't want to go out..."

Tang Ke didn't force it anymore, and changed the subject, "How is Xiao Ke's man's masterpiece?"

Zhu Wenzhen laughed, turned over and went to the corner to get a stack of sheet music, and brought it to Tang Ke, "Xiao Ke, have a look, are you satisfied?"

Next, Tang Ke didn't open it, and kissed Zhu Wenzhen's ear, "I don't understand, can you sing it to me?"

Zhu Wenzhen's ears turned red, "But there is no piano here..."

"My teacher left a piece of paper before she was alive, and now I'm going to get it from my teacher's yard."

After Tang Ke finished speaking, he jumped out sneakily, and came back sneakily holding the piano, placed it in front of Zhu Wenzhen, raised his chin slightly and grinned at Zhu Wenzhen as if asking for credit.

Zhu Wenzhen looked at the qin in front of him, and then looked up at Tang Ke. He was stunned for a moment, a little unhappy, "I don't play the qin and sing songs for you. I'm not the actor you raised in this yard."

Tang Ke hugged Zhu Wenzhen and coaxed him: "Shall we exchange? Sing me a song and I'll read you a text?"

Zhu Wenzhen thought about it carefully, and stretched out three slender fingers, "One song, three texts."

Tang Ke smiled, raised his hand to hold his three fingers, put them on his lips and kissed them forcefully, "Deal!"

Tang Ke made a promise on the front foot, but broke his promise on the back foot.

Not to mention the three texts, even Zhu Wenzhen's piece of music was not finished.

Zhu Wenzhen didn't know how the situation gradually got out of his control. When he came back to his senses, he and Tang Ke were rolling on the couch and panting badly.

After resting, Zhu Wenzhen frowned and pushed Tang Ke's chest, "Where is my king's essay?"

As he spoke, he forced himself to sit up, turned over to find Tang Ke's pile of manuscripts by the wall, but was pulled back by Tang Ke with his arms around his waist, "I owe you the text first, the business is important..."

Zhu Wenzhen didn't expect Tang Ke to be up and down so quickly. When it was over, he didn't have any strength in his body. He wished he could fall back and sleep directly, and didn't mention the matter of reading the article again.

Tang Ke was full of energy, holding Zhu Wenzhen in his arms and asking, "Xiang'er, where is Xiaobo now? May I pick him up to accompany you in the Chanyi Sect?"