Wanjin Lady

Chapter 363 Giving Gifts
Soon, the two students who had been contacted earlier arrived in the courtyard. They were slightly older, one with the same striking Mediterranean hairstyle as my uncle, and the other with thick, graying hair.

At first glance, he is obviously a scholar who has long given up hope of passing the imperial examination and is only interested in making money.

This is exactly in line with Wenwan's expectations.

Writing storybooks is easy to understand and does not require very high literary skills.

"As I mentioned earlier, you two will write a storybook based on my outline. I'll offer two options. One is that I'll accept whoever writes the best storybook, and the chosen one will receive 20 taels of silver. The other one will only receive 2 taels of silver as a reward. The second option is that no matter which of you chooses to write the storybook, you will split the 20 taels of silver equally."

The two were old friends, and since there weren't many scholars in Bozhou City, they naturally knew each other. It goes without saying that most of the romantic and martial arts stories in Bozhou City were originally written by these two.

In short, these two are both 18th-tier and unknown online writers!

Since they were friends, they couldn't bear to embarrass each other, so they said in unison, "Choose the first option!"

"The first!"

They don't want to embarrass each other, so they choose to make the other person look very ugly.

What a damn tacit understanding between friends!

The two students, Zheng and Yang, looked at each other and smiled with an evil, determined smile in tacit understanding.

"Okay, here's the outline of my storybook. You'll adapt and flesh out the plot accordingly. Time is tight; we only have ten days. Considering the confidentiality of the storybook, from now on, you'll eat, drink, defecate, and urinate in the Red Mansion. You're not allowed to leave."

The two of them immediately understood why this young lady was willing to pay a high price of twenty taels of silver for a ten-day construction period.

Wen Wan handed the outline she had just written to the two people.

"Remember, my requirements are vulgar! Extremely vulgar! Vulgar yet elegant! It must be both thunderous and heartbreaking; it must be both cunning and slapping; it must be both overbearing and coercive, yet also full of tragic love." Wen Wan looked at the two shocked old men across from her, her eyes becoming more determined. "Do you understand?"

"I understand..." Zheng Tongsheng nodded with a shaky look in his eyes, "right?"

Yang Tongsheng smiled and said, "It's just like the 'Jiao Jiao Biography' you wrote last time. It only takes a moment to make people want to read on!"

Wen Wan finally found a kindred spirit and said excitedly, "Yes! It must appeal to both the elite and the masses! It must spark controversy! It must be irresistible! It must make people want to come to my Red Mansion every day to watch the next episode!"

Zheng Tongsheng clearly had the baggage of a scholar. He lowered his head to read the outline, his face troubled. "This...this...real and fake daughters? The whole family dotes on the fake one, and they even let the fake one marry in place of the real one, and the other party is a prince?"

Zheng Tongsheng felt as if he had eaten shit, shaking his head while holding the paper. "No, this outline is illogical! A wealthy family cares most about bloodline. How could they abandon pearls for fish eyes and show such love to a daughter who is not related by blood?"

Wen Wan was not annoyed, and asked with a smile: "Mr. Zheng, have you read "The Story of Jiao Jiao"? "

Zheng Tongsheng blushed and nodded shyly.

"Is "The Legend of Jiao Jiao" any good?"

Zheng Tongsheng had never found this question so difficult to answer.

Wen Wan smiled. "The reason you can't answer is because I feel that from a literary perspective, 'The Story of Jiao Jiao' is just plain, lacking the aesthetic qualities of a work of art, yet it's catchy and addictive. Therefore, it's difficult to judge whether it's good or not."

Zheng Tongsheng nodded. "That's right! That's it! If you say it's good, it doesn't have any literary grace or logic. If you say it's bad, once you take a look at it, you can't let go and you'll be scratching your head and want to read on."

Wen Wan's smile gradually turned wicked. "Gentlemen, this is the kind of mindless, satisfying story I advocate!" "Let's go back to the real and fake heiress. The Minister's parents dote on the fake heiress and relentlessly mistreat the real heiress who has just been recognized by her family. Viewers will inevitably identify with the real heiress and feel angry, wronged, and pained. So, viewers will especially look forward to the real heiress slapping her family in the face. Isn't that... the hook of the plot? Isn't that what piques the audience's interest?"

“But…but…” Zheng Tongsheng was in a dilemma, “But I can’t be completely unlearned in literature!”

"There are both highbrow and lowbrow literature in this world. Listening to stories isn't a privilege reserved for the powerful and literate!" The young woman's eyes suddenly turned serious. "Don't ordinary people in the Great Chen Dynasty have their own literary schools? They just want to relax after a hard day's work and find a brief moment of comfort in these storybooks. They can't afford to read, can't understand the truth, so don't they deserve to read these storybooks?"

"Mr. Zheng, you have to understand that scholars are a minority in this world, and the vast majority are working people."

“To be able to create a work that is loved by millions of people is a masterpiece that can truly be passed down through the ages!”

"Mr. Zheng, your chance to become a legend is right before your eyes! It all depends on whether you can let go of the burdens of being a scholar—"

Zheng Tongsheng’s neck was red and warm.

The eyes are also red.

He tightly grasped the outline of the script of True and False Daughter, which was full of thunder and lightning, as if he was holding the door to a new world. He threw away his previous worldview and pushed the door open with trembling hands.

Then look down at the outline.

This is not some ridiculous, bloody story!

It is clearly a folk literature that will be passed down through the ages!!

"I understand!" Zheng Tongsheng's chest heaved, his emotions evident. "Manager Wen, thank you so much for your guidance! I don't want these twenty taels of silver today. I will definitely write a storybook that will rock the entire Bozhou City!"

Mr. Zheng turned around and went upstairs.

He left so cleanly.

It seems that some kind of determination has been made.

Wen Wan touched her nose and sighed: It was so easy to fool the cattle and horses in ancient times.

On the other hand, Yang Tongsheng looked at Wen Wan with a smile, and in his heart he sighed at the young lady's tricks. With just a few words, she had tricked her old friend into becoming a cripple. He bowed and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper Wen, your good days of great wealth and honor are yet to come."

what?
What do you mean?
Wen Xiaowan said she didn't quite understand.

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The summer heat brought by the autumn tiger in Bozhou City has not yet subsided.

The sun was shining at noon, but the courtyard of the third room was very quiet.

Jia Shi from the Third House had completely lost face in the entire Yuan family because of spreading rumors about the Red Mansion. Last night, for some reason, she and Yuan Yidao had been arguing all night, causing chaos in the Yuan family courtyard.

Later, Yuan Yidao lost his patience and ordered his men to force-feed her two bowls of tranquilizing soup. Jia fell into a deep sleep and slept until dawn.

It was not until the doorman came to report that the Wen family had asked someone to send a gift to Jia Ruzhen, and asked the doorman to make sure she opened it personally.

The old servant beside Jia did not dare to delay and just carried the wooden box into the house.