"Business looks good." A classmate came over curiously and read the slogan on the notice, "Stunning woman..."
The words "stunning woman" immediately made the students who followed Duan Yunlang flutter.
Ahem, it's a boy in his teens or twenties, who doesn't want to read the story of a stunning woman. If this stunning woman was a ghost, a demon or something like that, then I would want to see it even more.
More than a dozen students immediately poured into Qingsong Bookstore.
"Distinguished guests, be careful and pay the bills one by one." Liu Zhou handed over the book and collected the money quickly with his hands and feet, and he was very excited.
Although Shitou on the side is young, he is smart and does not get confused when he is busy.
The two waiters looked at each other occasionally, and they both thought: The boss is right, one waiter is too busy.
Shopkeeper Hu looked at the excitement in the bookstore, feeling excited and worried at the same time.
What was exciting was that the business on the first day of sale of the Newspeak book was much better than he expected. What was worrying was that how the subsequent sales would turn out would depend on what the first wave of buyers thought of it.
When the bookstore closed in the evening, shopkeeper Hu counted how many copies of "Painted Skin" he had sold that day and announced the good news to Xin You.
"Not bad." Xin You nodded calmly, took out a manuscript from his sleeve and handed it over.
"This is -" Shopkeeper Hu's eyes lit up after opening the book, "The second half of "Painted Skin"?"
"Yes, let's see what the shopkeeper does."
In fact, Xin You didn't need to say anything, shopkeeper Hu couldn't wait to read it.
God knows how he was scratching his head these days. One day he even dreamed that he had become Wang Sheng and looked in through the study window. Unfortunately, I woke up from the dream before I could see what was in the window.
At that moment, he deeply realized something: As a person who loves to read storybooks, what is the most painful thing? The book of stories is beautiful, but I haven’t finished it yet!
Next, Xin You watched the various expressions of shopkeeper Hu, sometimes fearful, sometimes shocked, sometimes emotional... She never thought that the old shopkeeper could have such rich expressions.
Seeing that shopkeeper Hu had turned to the last page, Xin You asked, "What do you think, shopkeeper, that it has maintained the level of the first half?"
Shopkeeper Hu slammed the table: "Not only has the standard of the first half been maintained, the plot of the second half is terrifying and twists, and the ending is unconventional. It is both attractive and warning. It can be called a magic book!"
Such a high evaluation made Xin You curl her lips: "Since the shopkeeper also thinks it's good, let's arrange for engraving."
"Now?" Shopkeeper Hu was stunned for a moment.
"It takes a long time for a book to go from sketch to completion. We are starting to make arrangements now. When the first part of "Painted Skin" is almost sold, it will be available for a period of time to launch the second part."
Shopkeeper Hu showed hesitation: "My boss's time arrangement is indeed appropriate——"
"The shopkeeper thinks there is something wrong, and we can discuss it."
"The villain is just a little worried about whether our money will be tight. Once the upper part of "Painted Skin" is almost sold, it will be safer to recycle some capital and print the lower part..."
Xin You smiled: "Isn't the shopkeeper confident enough in "Painted Skin"?"
Shopkeeper Hu is actually very confident in "Painted Skin", but the bookstore has been deserted for so long, so he has to be cautious and not dare to take too big steps.
Xin You understood Shopkeeper Hu's mentality and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper, just go ahead and make arrangements. Don't worry about not having enough money. I have the money here."
There is nothing wrong with doing business steadily, but she needs to turn around the situation of Qingsong Bookstore with few people as soon as possible. The more guests come to the door, the more likely it is to find the owner of "The Peony".
Thinking of the blood-stained "Peony Story", Xin You's eyes darkened.
She came to the capital alone. What she wanted was never to start a prosperous business, but to find the murderer of her mother.
Xin You's words gave Shopkeeper Hu reassurance: "Since there is no problem with the money, I will make arrangements now."
Four students, including Duan Yunlang, lived in a room in the Imperial College. At this time, each of them had a copy of "Painted Skin" and was browsing through it at will, killing time before turning off the lights.
There was no way, the Imperial Academy had strict supervision, and even though the scripts were bought during the day, they could only be read during this time, otherwise the teacher would get slapped if he found out that he was reading a leisurely book.
At first, the four of them chatted without a word, but gradually there was no sound.
After an unknown amount of time, the lights-out bell rang, and the phoenix-eyed boy cursed angrily: "Damn it, I haven't finished reading yet!"
Another person also said: "I haven't finished reading it either!"
Duan Yunlang felt even more uncomfortable when he saw the ending: "Ah ah ah, I haven't finished writing this!"
The patrol supervisor's voice came from outside: "Turn off the lights and don't make any noise!"
The lights in each cell were turned off one after another, and all the supervisors who watched "Painted Skin" couldn't sleep.
"Meng Fei, don't read by the window. If you are discovered, we will all get slapped."
The phoenix-eyed boy named Meng Fei had his eyes glued to the storybook and remained motionless: "It's only one o'clock, let me read it in the light."
Duan Yunlang stared up at the roof and sighed heavily: "It's over. I can't sleep anymore. I really want to know what happened next."
"No, who can tell me what Wang Sheng saw?"
Meng Fei suddenly remembered: "Yun Lang, as the boss, your cousin should know what happened next, right?"
"My cousin is not Mr. Songling."
"But if she wants to tell Mr. Songling's story, she must have asked. How could you resist asking after reading it halfway?"
Duan Yunlang shook his head.
That must not happen. He couldn't wait to ask his cousin now!
So when it was time to leave the Imperial College the next day, Duan Yunlang shouldered the high expectations of his classmates and ran to Qingsong Bookstore.
"Second cousin, you want to know the plot behind it?" Xin You refused, "I can't tell."
If he hadn't thought about the difference between men and women, Duan Yunlang would have wanted to throw himself on Xin You: "Cousin, please, can you bear to see me not eating well and sleeping?"
Xin You was unmoved: "That won't work either. There is no airtight wall in the world. If my second cousin knows the content of the second half, will he tell his classmates? Will his classmates tell others? Pass it on ten times. 100, then how can I sell the second half? Maybe other bookstores will take advantage of it and print it out first, and I will suffer a huge loss then."
When Duan Yunlang heard this, he patted his forehead: "It's all my fault that I wanted to know the content behind it so much that I was confused for a moment."
Xin You smiled: "Second cousin, don't worry, the lower part will come out after a while."
Back at the Imperial Academy, Duan Yunlang spread his hands and said he hadn't asked.
When the classmate heard this, he expressed his understanding.
It really shouldn't affect the bookstore's business.
"No." Meng Fei touched his chin, "We can't be the only ones suffering. Show "Painted Skin" to other students and let everyone suffer together."
Duan Yunlang hurriedly reminded: "We can't let them read the entire upper part. We only give them two chapters. If they want to read more, they can go to my cousin's bookstore to buy it."
Several classmates all looked at him with disdain.
It will really bring business to my cousin!
But I have to say that this combination of Meng Fei and Duan Yunlang was very effective. Not to mention many more classmates who couldn't sleep at night, the threshold of Qingsong Bookstore was almost broken by students from the Imperial College on the next day.
(End of chapter)
