The boy named Shitou waited nervously for Shopkeeper Hu's answer.
"We need to ask the boss for instructions." Although shopkeeper Hu thought the problem was not big, he did not make his own decision and sent his clerk Liu Zhou to ask Xin You for instructions.
Xin You still had an impression of this young man, so since he had nothing to do, he just went to meet him.
When Shitou saw Xin You, he knelt down and kowtowed: "Thanks to the money you rewarded, my mother survived without weaning off the medicine..."
Shopkeeper Hu said from the side: "My boss, this child's name is Shitou. His mother is much better now and can leave people. He wants to come back to work. Look -"
"Stone, you get up first."
Shitou was very obedient and climbed up, looking at Xinyou with eyes full of longing and anxiety.
"I heard from the shopkeeper that you used to learn stereotypes from the master in the bookstore?"
Xinyou's chatty tone made Shitou relax a little: "Yes."
"Do you like being stereotyped?"
"like……"
Although Shitou answered quickly, Xinyou still felt the boy's hesitation. She curled her lips: "Actually, we need a guy to greet the guests now."
The young boy Liu Zhou looked at Xin You in astonishment and almost shed tears.
Boss, are you going to abandon this villain?
Shitou couldn't help but glance at Liu Zhou.
Xin You smiled and said, "Liu Zhou can't do this alone."
Upon hearing this, Liu Zhou breathed a sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, I can't do it alone!"
Shopkeeper Hu: "..." Isn't this just telling lies?
"As long as my boss wants me, I can do anything." Shitou immediately expressed his position.
"Then you and Liu Zhou will serve guests together from now on. The salary will be 80% of Liu Zhou's. If you do well in three months, you will be the same as Liu Zhou."
"Thank you, boss, thank you boss!"
Shitou wanted to kneel down and kowtow again, but Xinyou waved his hand to stop him: "Shopkeeper, tell Shitou what you need to pay attention to."
As soon as Xin You left, shopkeeper Hu explained it carefully, emphasizing one point: "Did you see "The Peony" on the shelf? If someone comes to buy it, try to find out the identity of the other party as much as possible. If the person coming to buy is a woman, As long as my boss is in the bookstore, I will report it to her as soon as possible."
Although Shi Shi thought this request was strange, he didn't ask a single word: "Don't worry, shopkeeper, I've written it all down."
Shopkeeper Hu showed a gratified smile: "Although our boss is young, he is not an ordinary person. Shitou, you are smart. If you work hard in the future, your future will be good."
Liu Zhou silently rolled his eyes.
It comes again and again, and every day I say that my boss is not an ordinary person, and I can’t tell you if I ask again. Huh, he also knows that the owner is not an ordinary person. Can ordinary people make a difference of 10,000 taels when buying a bookstore?
In private, Shitou asked Liu Zhou for advice: "Brother Liu, when you met a customer who bought "The Peony Story", how did you find out his identity?"
"Well -" Facing the young man's curious eyes, Liu Zhou patted his head, "I didn't read "The Peony". There was a layer of dust on it. Where did the guests come from?"
It is true that "The Peony" is a best-selling book, but it is precisely because of this that almost everyone had a copy in the beginning. Now that Mr. Ping An's "The Spiritual Fox" and "The Butterfly Fairy" have been released, who will buy "The Peony"? , many people are still short of money to buy new books.
Let him see if this printed version of "The Peony" is about to fall into his hands, or he should look to the new book that the printing house is busy with.
Regarding the new book to be published, except for Shopkeeper Hu and Manager Zhao, who had read the entire first half of the book, everyone else in the bookstore was unsure. The desertedness of the bookstore made them feel anxious about drinking the northwest wind at any time.
On an ordinary morning, an ordinary notice was posted on an ordinary wall outside Qingsong Bookstore, and it soon attracted many people to gather around.
Not surprising, who asked Qingsong Bookstore to post notices twice with strange news.
"Hey, there is a newspeak book on sale. "Painted Skin"? This name is so weird, what does it mean?"
Looking further down, the man couldn't help but read: "Is the stunning woman a human or a ghost? Is it a beautiful relationship that is envied by the world, or is it a destined love disaster? The answer lies in "Painted Skin"..."
"Hey, this sounds a bit attractive." A young man dressed as a scholar said, and walked into Qingsong Bookstore involuntarily.
"Oh, this Mr. Songling is unknown, how can he really write a good story?" The person who questioned the author frowned and muttered, and also walked towards Qingsong Bookstore.
"Hey, didn't you say that the book writer is not famous and unreliable?"
The man coughed lightly: "That's what I said, but what's written on the notice is a bit interesting. Anyway, it's only a few hundred pieces. Buy it and read it at will."
The person who asked the question had a sour look in his eyes.
I understand, this guy is not short of money.
There are also some people who really like to read story books but don't have much money. They know that the "Butterfly Fairy" in the bookstore opposite will be on sale in a while, and they didn't make it in time to buy it in the first wave, so they decided to hold on to the coins.
Even so, the book buyers who came in one after another were enough to make shopkeeper Hu burst into tears.
"Master, how did you come up with the idea of writing that on the notice? The effect is great!"
There is obviously a huge difference between what is written on the notice and how I feel after reading it. After thinking about it carefully, it seems that they are all right. There is no need to worry about people who bought the storybook smashing rotten eggs on the bookstore door after reading it.
Xin You smiled and said nothing.
I'm really embarrassed to boast, it's a habit I developed from listening to my mother telling stories since I was a child. At first, in order to arouse her curiosity in listening to the story, her mother picked up these words at her fingertips, and over time she knew how to do it.
My mother once said that her hometown is very far away and she cannot go back. I don’t know what kind of place it is, but there are so many interesting people and interesting stories.
In the Imperial College, Duan Yunlang was lobbying his classmates.
"The new version of Qingsong Bookstore is on sale today, go check it out."
"No, I don't think a book writer I've never heard of can write a very good story. Not only is it a waste of money, but it also delays my lunch break."
"I didn't make it in time to buy "The Butterfly Fairy" from Yaxin Bookstore. I heard that it will be on sale soon, so I'd better buy "The Butterfly Fairy" when the time comes."
"Just think of it as a favor for my little brother and a compliment for my cousin." Duan Yunlang bowed to his classmates.
He met Cousin Qing yesterday and accidentally heard that a new version of the novel would be released today, so he had to support it no matter what.
Alas, my cousin who loses money every day is so pitiful.
A young man with phoenix eyes couldn't help but smile when he heard what Duan Yunlang said: "You could have said so earlier. Let's go."
Regardless of whether Qingsong Book Company’s Newspeak books are good or not, I still have to give them some respect from my friends.
Duan Yunlang and a few classmates walked out. On the way, they encountered people who were curious and asked questions. He was so thick-skinned that he called them into the team. When they walked out of the Imperial College, there were more than a dozen people in the crowd.
Looking at the crowded Qingsong Bookstore, the phoenix-eyed boy had a strange expression: "Yun Lang, your sister doesn't seem to need special support."
Duan Yunlang slowly lifted his chin.
(End of chapter)
