Shopkeeper Hu's feet felt windy, but his hands were tightly covering his chest.
Don’t drop the manuscript!
"Shopkeeper, why are you leaving in such a hurry?" Manager Zhao asked in confusion when he saw Shopkeeper Hu's appearance.
Shopkeeper Hu stopped and said calmly: "No, it's okay."
Manager Zhao's eyes fell on Shopkeeper Hu's hand covering his chest, and he couldn't help being shocked: "Shopkeeper, your heart hurts?"
"Who's heart aches?" Shopkeeper Hu glanced around and lowered his voice, "Brother Zhao, come here, let me show you something."
There is a room in the printing house where Manager Zhao rests. After the two of them entered, Shopkeeper Hu carefully took out the manuscript and said, "Take a look."
"Still mysterious——"
Manager Zhao stretched out his hand and was suddenly patted by Shopkeeper Hu: "Handle it carefully."
"What kind of treasure do you care so much about?" Manager Zhao was disapproving, but his eyes changed when he looked inside.
It took a long time. Shopkeeper Hu was waiting anxiously, and his whole body was filled with excitement. He finally couldn't help but urge: "Have you finished reading? Have you finished reading?"
"Stop talking." Manager Zhao kept his eyes on the manuscript and reached out his hand to cover Shopkeeper Hu's mouth with precision.
Normally, shopkeeper Hu would start scolding him. He thought about how he felt when he read the manuscript and endured it.
Finally, when Manager Zhao finished reading, Shopkeeper Hu looked expectantly: "How is it?"
Manager Zhao jumped up and asked: "What about the back?"
Shopkeeper Hu chuckled: "No more."
Seeing Manager Zhao acting like this, he knew there was no problem. Lao Zhao is not a person who likes to read story books. Even among Mr. Ping An's books, he only likes to read "The Peony".
"It's gone? How could it be gone? So what Wang Sheng saw from the window was a human or a ghost?" Manager Zhao was completely unable to accept the cruel fact that not only did the story not end, but it also stopped at a critical point.
"We can only find out whether he is a human or a ghost after the second book comes out. What do you think of the manuscript that my employer bought?"
"Did the owner buy this?" Manager Zhao was shocked.
Shopkeeper Hu sighed: "Yes. Brother Zhao, why is this little girl from my boss so powerful? Brother, I stay in the bookstore every day and read hundreds of nonsense stories, but I haven't found any decent ones. You can meet an amazingly talented book writer just by leaving home."
"How can people be the same? You, the shopkeeper, don't even have 20,000 taels to buy a bookstore." Manager Zhao was still thinking about the unfinished story, "This story is worth buying. We must print the book quickly."
"I came to Brother Zhao to discuss this. Li Li's incident has been a wake-up call for us. We can't be careless when engraving new books this time. The craftsmen only look for those who are in the hands of the owner, and the manuscript must be strictly guarded against leakage..."
Shopkeeper Hu and Manager Zhao discussed the engraving arrangement.
Xin You sat at the front bookstore where shopkeeper Hu took a book and flipped through it.
Xiaolian whispered to the waiter: "Liu Zhou, I think we should put some chairs here so that we can sit and read."
"That's not possible. If there are too many chairs, there will be more people reading."
Xiaolian curled her lips and said: "If you don't see a few people come in all day, who can read a book?"
Just as he was talking, a person walked in.
Xiaolian looked over, her expression suddenly subtle.
The guys have long been used to He Qingxiao appearing from time to time. When Mr. He is not busy, he likes to come to the bookstore to pass the time.
"Master He is here." The waiter greeted him enthusiastically.
He Qingxiao nodded slightly and stopped when he found that shopkeeper Hu had been replaced by Xin You.
Xin You put down the book, stood up and said hello: "Master He."
He Qingxiao nodded in response and walked towards the familiar row of bookshelves.
The hall of Qingsong Bookstore was very large, blocked by rows of bookshelves, and the vermilion figure soon disappeared.
Xiaolian poked the boy and whispered: "There are really people who want to read books."
The waiter had a serious look on his face: "Don't talk nonsense, Mr. He, is that called rubbing books? It's to show your face and bring glory to your family."
Xin You held her chin with one hand and looked in the direction of He Qingxiao.
Mr. He seems to like travel books very much.
Then she withdrew her gaze and returned to the book in front of her.
The reading time was very slow and fast. Xin You was immersed in the book and found a shadow falling from above.
She looked up.
"Master He is leaving?"
He Qingxiao's words were beyond Xin You's expectation: "Is there a convenient place for Miss Kou to talk?"
Xinyou was stunned for a moment, then said: "Master He, come with me."
She directly led He Qingxiao to Shopkeeper Hu's temporary resting area, poured a cup of tea and handed it over: "Master He, have some tea."
He Qingxiao thanked him and put one hand on the tea cup.
The man's well-jointed fingers were as white as jade, and his eyebrows looked even more graceful under the scent of tea.
Xin You was very curious about what Master He wanted to say to him.
Last time, I reminded her that the bookstore was expensive.
He Qingxiao was not a long-winded person and went straight to the point: "I heard that someone deliberately set fire to the bookstore a few days ago."
"Yes." Xin You replied calmly, feeling a little strange in his heart.
Master He couldn't have come to her boss specifically to inquire about gossip out of curiosity, right?
"Do you need my help to find out who ordered this?"
At this moment, Xin You was really stunned, and even involuntarily came up with a guess: Could Master He have thoughts about her?
This speculation only lasted for a moment, and disappeared when it touched those clear and magnanimous eyes, but the doubts only deepened.
Is Master He being too kind?
"Of course I hope to find out the person who instigated the craftsmen, but I just think it would be too troublesome for Mr. He." Xin You said politely.
Knowing that his words could easily be misunderstood, He Qingxiao explained calmly: "I often come to the bookstore to read, and I hate the act of setting fire to books."
He hopes that Qingsong Bookstore can continue to operate for a long time.
"In that case, I'm sorry to bother Mr. He." Xin You stood up and saluted He Qingxiao generously.
After Li Li was taken to the government, he received a beating. Because the arson did not cause any real harm, he was only locked up for a few months before being released. So far, nothing has been found.
Xin You is not a show-off person. If someone is willing to help if there is something she can't do at the moment, and they don't have bad intentions, of course she won't be stupid enough to refuse.
Xinyou's reaction made He Qingxiao relax.
It is undoubtedly comfortable to deal with people who are straightforward and generous.
Xin You sent He Qingxiao out and met Shopkeeper Hu who was coming over in a hurry.
"Master——" Shopkeeper Hu's eyes widened when he saw He Qingxiao and Xin You coming out of the room where he was temporarily resting. "Master He?"
He Qingxiao nodded slightly and walked out of the bookstore.
"Why is the shopkeeper so anxious?" Xin You asked.
Her calm look made Shopkeeper Hu feel that she was making too much fuss, so he hurriedly reported the arrangements for engraving new books in detail.
"Just follow the shopkeeper's arrangement. By the way, does our bookstore have many travel books?"
"My previous old boss liked to collect travel notes. Our bookstore actually saved some. Since they were not easy to sell, they were all put away. Only a few books were placed outside."
Xin You smiled and said, "The shopkeeper will put out a few more books."
She can't repay Master He for his help for the time being, so she can express her gratitude through a book first.
(End of chapter)
