Night falls.
In the brightly lit study room of the Prince's Mansion in the East Palace.
Xu Yongduan sat on the Taishi chair and listened expressionlessly to Chang Xingrong's report.
When Chang Xingrong mentioned that the first volume of basic mathematics was priced at one thousand taels each.
A sneer suddenly appeared on Xu Yong's originally expressionless face.
'One thousand taels of silver per book? Zizizi is really a lion opening his mouth.
'Maybe he regards himself as a reincarnated saint,' Xu Yong couldn't help but sarcastically said.
Seeing Xu Yong leaving, Chang Shuirong hurriedly stopped talking.
After a while, Xu Yong came back to his senses and said calmly: "Continue talking."
"Yes." Chang Shuirong agreed with his hands raised.
Then he continued: "Basic mathematics ranks first, and there are one hundred and fifty books in total this time."
"Fifty of them were sent to Guozi by Xu Yi's entourage. It is said that they were given free of charge."
"The other one hundred copies were shipped to Pingyi Bo's shop in Xishi."
"The first volume of Basic Mathematics has not yet been shipped, and Pingyi Bo's shop in the West Market has been surrounded by merchants who came to inquire."
"At dusk, Pingyi Bo and Xu Yi's entourage arrived to deliver the first volume of one hundred basic mathematics."
"As soon as Fang got lucky, there was a buzz. In less than a quarter of an hour, all one hundred books were sold out."
As soon as he spoke, Xu Yong's complexion became visibly ugly.
"One thousand taels, all sold out in less than a quarter of an hour?" Xu Yong asked in disbelief.
Chang Xingrong bowed his head deeply, covered his face with his sleeves and covered his sight, then replied: "Back in the hall, it was sold out in less than a quarter of an hour."
"For the last few books, some merchants raised their voices loudly, raising the price of a basic mathematics book from one thousand taels to one thousand five hundred taels."
"It's just that for some reason, Uncle Pingyi still paid the original price. Just for the basic number of one hundred books, he brought Xu Yi one hundred thousand taels of silver."
After the words fell, Chang Xingrong still maintained his salute, as if he was afraid that he would see something he shouldn't see again.
Xu Yong sat blankly on the Taishi chair, unable to regain his consciousness for a long time.
One hundred books, one hundred thousand taels, this kind of huge profit seems like a fantasy.
If Chang Xingrong had not witnessed this matter with his own eyes, Xu Yong would not have believed it.
Now, Xu Yong felt nothing but a chill on his back.
After an unknown amount of time passed, Xu Yong came to his senses and waved his hands slightly, saying: "Step back. When you go back, record all the names of the merchants who have purchased the books and hand them over to me tomorrow."
"Follow the order." Chang Xingrong agreed and then slowly exited the study.
Suddenly, a soft sound came from the door.
Xu Yong's expression instantly became extremely ferocious.
"One hundred copies of "Basic Mathematics Volume 1"! One hundred thousand taels! Xu Yi, you are really restless at all!" Xu Yong clenched his hands and murmured in a low voice through gritted teeth.
After a while, Xu Yong's originally ferocious face suddenly turned frightened.
After calming down, Xu Yong soon discovered Xu Yi's true intention.
And the more you think about it, the more frightened you become.
Unconsciously, Xu Yong's back was completely soaked.
"No, we must not keep this kid! If we let him continue like this, he will become a giant before long!"
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Thinking about it, Xu Yong couldn't help but have a strong murderous intention in his eyes.
But soon, another kind of look appeared in his eyes again, which seemed to be confused and entangled.
There is murderous intention, hesitation, and entanglement in a person's eyes at the same time. It is really complicated to the extreme.
For a while, Xu Yong was torn between cutting through the mess with a quick knife and caring about his reputation.
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Time flies.
It has been five days since the first volume of Basic Mathematics was released.
When the sunshine comes as promised on April 25th.
As the rising sun shines its light on the world.
Suddenly, there was a notice outside the bookstore of Uncle Pingyi's family in West Market.
“Basic Mathematics No. 2 will be released on time at noon today.
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"The quantity is still one hundred, and the price is still one thousand taels."
“Due to the quantity, it’s first come, first served.”
"Our store strictly abides by the orders of His Highness King Yan, operates with integrity, and does not accept any form of price increase or queue cutting."
Once the notice was issued, it quickly spread throughout the West Market at a flying speed.
From the Western Market, it spread throughout Chang'an City.
For a time, countless children of aristocratic families and merchants under their command rushed towards the bookstore of Uncle Pingyi's family in Xishi City like crazy.
The first volume of Basic Mathematics has been sold for five days.
In five days, most of the old scholars in the aristocratic families have studied it extremely thoroughly.
This book is novel and shocking at first glance.
But if you study it carefully, you will find that this book is exactly what its name suggests - basics.
But this kind of basic stuff is most suitable for enlightening children.
For a time, the private schools of most of the aristocratic families in Chang'an City had replaced the original nine chapters of arithmetic with the first volume of basic mathematics.
He has become a nightmare for countless children in their sleep.
, if it were just like this, the aristocratic families would definitely not swarm in so crazily.
After all, you only need to wait for two or three days before a large number of pirated copies will appear in the market.
The original cost is one thousand taels of silver, but the pirated copy only costs ten taels of silver.
If you wait for four or five years, the pirated copies worth twelve taels each will become twenty taels of silver each.
If I had to wait another ten and a half days, I might be able to buy a copy for a few hundred dollars.
Ordinary people may be able to wait, but wealthy families cannot wait.
No, time is money.
Don't think that one thousand taels of silver is very valuable, but afterward, you only need to print a hundred taels of silver as soon as possible, and the cost of the one thousand taels of silver will be fully recovered.
If you print two hundred taels, you will make a thousand taels in vain!
What if one thousand or ten thousand copies are printed?
With such a huge profit, which aristocratic family can not be tempted?
Some smart aristocratic families have already divided their forces into three groups.
All the way to the West Market Bookstore to snap up the second volume of Basic Mathematics.
All the preparations for pirated printing were done in the mansion along the way. As soon as the second volume of Basic Mathematics is ready, all efforts will be made to print it.
At the end of the journey, fast horses, dry food, water and other supplies were prepared.
Nothing else, just the fast horse is one person and three horses.
As soon as the second volume of the first batch of basic mathematics was printed, he quickly rode out on his war horse and rushed to other counties.
Really time is money! There is a huge difference in profit between getting the books one day early and getting the books one day late.
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When the time is approaching.
Outside Pingyi's uncle's bookstore in West Market, tens of thousands of people were already crowding around him.
In addition to the richly dressed children of aristocratic families and the merchant owners and shopkeepers in brocade robes.
The majority are actually ordinary people.
A huge sum of one thousand taels of silver was certainly beyond the reach of ordinary people.
And their purpose is naturally not to buy books.
But to make money and watch the fun.
Some wealthy children and merchants from aristocratic families who were destined to win were unable to move forward because they arrived so late.
This is the time for them to show their financial strength.
A dozen copper plates can make the people in front take the initiative to move out of the way.
Are problems that can be solved with money still problems?
A dozen copper coins is nothing to the rich, but to ordinary people, it is an extremely sumptuous dinner.
The higher the rank, the more money is required.
Just by looking at the excitement, you can get as little as a dozen coppers or as much as two or three taels of silver.
How could this pie-in-the-sky opportunity not attract people to come?
Not yet.
Yang Xian'an held a copper-clad trumpet and walked out of the study room surrounded by Zhao Shou and Jiang Ping.
"Everyone, be quiet!" Yang Xian'an strode up to the table in front of the shop and shouted loudly.
At the same time, Jiang Ping used the copper in his left hand and the gong hammer in his right hand to strike hard.
After a while, the noise in front of the bookstore gradually subsided.
Yang Xian'an pointed to the table in front of him and said loudly: "Everyone, line up and pay with one hand! Deliver the goods with the other hand!"
"Get the book, go in directly, and leave through the back door. There is a Jingzhao Mansion official at the back door."
"They can escort you home if necessary."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Xian'an jumped off the table and led everyone back to the window sill of the study room.
Several tall and round clerks carried books and followed several shopkeepers to the door of the bookstore.
As soon as the books were put away, the front of the bookstore was completely boiling!
"I got it! I got it! Where is the back door! Take me there quickly!"
"I got it too! Haha, get out of the way, get out of the way!"
"Quick, quick, quick! Find some government officials to send me away! If you find more, I'll give you money!"
"Hahaha, I grabbed it too! Everyone, look over here! It's resold! Two thousand taels of silver each! Pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand! You are a good boy!"
Next to the window sill in the study room.
Jiang Ping stared at the middle-aged man who doubled the amount of books and resold them as soon as he got them, and said in disbelief: "Is this okay?"
Yang Xian'an and Zhao Shou followed Jiang Ping's gaze.
I saw a middle-aged man in brocade clothes standing by the door frantically selling the books in his hand.
"Two thousand taels! You only need two thousand taels to get the books! Don't miss it if you pass by!"
"Come and take a look, there is no store like this after passing this village!" a middle-aged man in jinyi shouted loudly.
But at this time, most people's attention is on the remaining books. The one thousand taels of books have not been sold yet, so who will spend two thousand taels of silver to take advantage of them?
soon.
Only half an hour passed.
Someone in the crowd shouted: "That guy! I want two thousand taels."
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The middle-aged man looked crazy, but he still leaned against the wall of the study and remained motionless.
After a few breaths.
Someone else shouted: "Give me two thousand one hundred taels! I want it!"
Just as the man spoke, another man shouted: "Two thousand five hundred taels! Stop the ink! Give it to me directly!"
In just over ten breaths, it increased from two thousand taels to two thousand five hundred, and there is still room for improvement.
The middle-aged man was also a man who wanted money rather than his life, so the bookstore was sold out.
He leaned his back against the wall of the study room and shouted with a red face: "One price of three thousand taels! Whoever gives the money first will get it!"
As soon as he spoke, dozens of well-dressed people swarmed over.
The middle-aged man looked at the right moment, snatched a thick wad of silver from the hands of a young man from a noble family, and thrust the book into the young man's arms.
Then he quickly ran into the bookstore.
"Brother Yang, Brother Zhao, this...should we take action?" Jiang Ping looked at the dense crowd outside the study room and said with difficulty.
Yang Xian'an smiled, and then said: "How can we make a move after the transaction is over?"
"What's more, Mr. Six has explained in advance that we only earn what belongs to us. As for whether other people pirate the books or resell them after getting the books, it has nothing to do with us."
Jiang Ping asked in confusion: "But wouldn't we make a lot less money in this way?"
Yang Xian'an didn't reply when he heard this. Instead, he quickly walked towards the middle-aged man who wanted to escape through the back door.
Zhao Shou glanced at the middle-aged man, then looked thoughtfully at Yang Xian, who walked forward quickly, and followed him silently.
Jiang Ping instantly became even more puzzled, as if Monk Zhang Er was scratching his head.
"Brother Zhao." Jiang Ping quickly caught up with Zhao and asked tentatively.
Zhao Shou quickly chased after him without looking back, and replied: "Sixth Master once said that if you share some benefits with him appropriately, you may be able to recover unexpected gains in the future."
Jiang Ping nodded thoughtfully, and his mind couldn't help but think of the scenes that happened today.
Gradually I came to understand that the older a middle-aged man is, the more he can embody the value of books.
This will attract more people, and with more people, the book will spread faster.
Some worlds where books were recovered at high prices,
In order to repay the money and make a fortune, they will only print books more crazily.
The back door of the library.
As soon as Zhao Shou and Jiang Fangping arrived, bursts of painful wails could be heard in their ears.
At the back door, several government officials fell to the ground and wailed in pain.
Not far away, Yang Xian'an was holding a wooden stick and fighting furiously with the middle-aged man who had been reselling before.
For a while, the two of them were fighting each other, with no distinction between superior and inferior.
"Come on." Zhao Shou said in a deep voice. Before he could ask, he picked up a stick on the ground and rushed forward quickly.
"I'm coming!" Jiang Ping shouted loudly and rushed forward unwilling to be outdone.
The three of them worked together, and within a short time, the middle-aged man fell to the ground.
"Is this how King Yan and Uncle Pingyi treat their guests?
! "The middle-aged man lay on the ground and covered his head, panting heavily and asking loudly.
Yang Xian'an threw away the stick in his hand and said slowly, "Yang just wanted to make friends with me, he had no other intention."
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At first, Yang Xian'an chased him to the back door, but he just said, "Brother, please stay."
Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man turned his head and looked, and then quickly ran away from the door without saying a word.
When the officials saw this, they naturally stopped him.
Over time, it became what it is now.
"Make friends?" The middle-aged man sneered, obviously not believing a word of it.
After all, he just earned two thousand taels of silver notes through reselling.
Yang Xian'an naturally recognized the middle-aged man's voice-over.
Then he said calmly: "You spent a lot of money on yourself for a mere two thousand taels of silver notes. Do you think Mr. Yang would do such a stupid thing?"
"Who are you?" Hearing the words "Yang" on the signboard, the middle-aged man asked hesitantly.
Yang Xian'an said calmly: "This shop is owned by me, who do you think I am?"
"Uncle Pingyi?!" The middle-aged man exclaimed, and then he felt relieved.
As Yang Xian'an said, he would not ruin his own tricks and Xu Yi's reputation behind him just for two thousand taels of silver.
"What did Uncle Pingyi say before about making friends?" The middle-aged man got up with difficulty and climbed up the pole.
"Speak in the bookstore." Yang Xian'an nodded slightly, then turned and left.
As for the middle-aged man, if he is really smart, he will not miss this opportunity.
After a while, there were several people sitting around in an elegant room in the library.
Yang Xian'an and Zhao Shou were in charge, and the middle-aged man was in charge. Generally speaking, the private room was quite harmonious.
The middle-aged man's name is Song Yuan, a native of Hedong County, and his family has an ancestral escort agency.
However, since Song Yuanfu's father's generation, the family has been in decline.
When Song Yuanfu completely took over the escort agency, he and a few old escorts were the only ones left in the originally lively escort agency.
In order to maintain his ancestors, Song Yuanfu almost tried his best.
But unfortunately, no matter whether it is financial resources, force, or people, it cannot compare with those escort agencies under the aristocratic families.
Song Yuanfu struggled a few times, and waited until he was buried for the old bodyguards who had followed the Song family all their lives.
He immediately sold his ancestors and went out to make a living.
In a few years, Song Yuanfu earned a lot of money by virtue of his skill and courage.
After Song Yuanfu fully revealed the past.
Yang Xian'an pondered a few words, and then asked: "Would you like to stay at Yang's Trading Company?"
Staying in Yang's Shang is equivalent to being attached to the big tree of King Yan, and you will no longer have to take risks to fight alone in the future.
Song Yuanfu can naturally see this obvious goodness.
Song Yuanfu was silent for a moment.
Then he asked: "If I stay in Yang's Merchant, what can Yang's Merchant give me?"
Yang Xian'an smiled and said, "How much money can you get in a year now?"
Song Yuanfu didn't hesitate and blurted out: "About two hundred taels."
Similar to today's situation, after all, it is rare but not possible. If it were not the case, how could Song Yuanfu risk offending a large number of aristocratic families and resell books?
It's nothing more than interests that move people's hearts.
Yang Xian
An Wenyan stretched out a palm and said, "If you stay in Yang's business, you can get at least 500 taels of silver a year. If you are capable, you will definitely get more than 500 taels a year."
Song Yuanfu wanted it, Yang Xianan wanted it, and within a short time the two of them came to a complete agreement.
After Song Yuanfu leaves.
Yang Xian'an looked at Jiang Ping and ordered: "Arrange some good people to follow him."
"Here, we are looking for someone to go to Hedong County to find out the details of Song Yuanfu."
"If I agree with him, I will find a way to buy his ancestral home."
Jiang Ping heard this and said without saying a word, he cupped his fists and said, "Yes."
The three of them had already experienced Song Yuanfu's martial arts from fighting against him.
Previously, he had shown courage by standing at the door of the bookstore selling books.
So, this person is not afraid of offending the family for money.
And when it was being sold, he kept leaning on it, and after getting the banknote, he retreated directly from the back door.
This point reflects his heart. After doing one more thing, he has already thought of a way out.
If it is true as stated in the self-portrait, even though he has no money, he still insists on supporting the aging escorts until they die.
That is enough to prove his character.
Such a talented person with superb martial arts skills, courage and carefulness, and decent character.
If you can take him under your wing, there will naturally be many benefits.
Of course, the premise is that everything this person said is true and he did not hide anything.
Yang Xian'an got up slowly, walked out of the private room and took out all the banknotes.
After tidying it up, he said, "Let's go back."
The emperor who came out of Zongzheng Temple through the ages.
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Chapter 195: Since ancient times, money has moved people’s hearts
