The shopkeeper was very enthusiastic, holding tea, saying auspicious words, nodding and bowing.
It can be said that Chu Qing is the most "outspoken" customer he has ever seen.
People's consumption is to buy poems, and he earns the middleman's price difference. A few dollars is enough.
Looking at Chu Qing again, he doesn't consume, he comes to "exchange things for things", which are all good words. He exchanges for some ordinary goods that are not worth a few dollars, and he also uses "quantity", and he can get dozens or even dozens of coins in one hand. Some make money.
Holding the tea cup, Chu Qing looked back and forth at the poems on the wall, trying to find some inspiration.
Fu San is right, you need capital to do business.
After reading for a long time, Chu Qing still couldn't think of a complete poem from later generations, so he casually asked: "What is selling better these days?"
The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment: "Young master, what do you mean?"
"It just means that poems in certain fields sell better." Chu Qing sipped tea: "Those about landscapes and those about girls, aren't they divided into categories?"
"Oh, it turns out that this is what you are referring to, Mr. Yuefu poems, miscellaneous words, four-character poems, five-character poems, and seven-character poems." The shopkeeper said with a smile: "But recently, the one I want to buy with a lot of money has to be "The Big Bald Man and The Big Bald Man" "Stories Three Gentlemen Have to Tell", despite the fact that it is full of vulgar words and slang, there are countless people seeking to buy it. It is just a handwritten booklet, which is eloquent and has less than 10,000 words. It starts with two guan and ends with three or five guan. There are also some, no, recently they just charge a deposit..."
"Wait a minute." Chu Qing's face suddenly changed: "What do you call that thing? Who is the big bald man with?"
"This name is a mouthful, the big bald man and the three gentlemen..."
"Fuck!" Chu Qing cried out, "The one where Sun Wukong was crushed under the Wuzhi Mountain?"
The shopkeeper shook his head: "There is Wuzhishan, but the one carrying the stick is called Xun Wukong."
Fu San looked at Chu Qing and interrupted: "Master, isn't this the story you told me?"
The shopkeeper's face was full of ecstasy: "This story comes from you?"
"This is plagiarism and piracy!" Chu Qing was so angry that he trembled with anger: "Who sent the story and where is it?"
The shopkeeper was startled, but looking at Chu Qing's appearance, he was convinced that the story about the big bald man must have come from the other party, otherwise he wouldn't be so angry.
Looking at Chu Qing, it was like looking at a treasure boy, the shopkeeper shouted: "Hey, I knew you were a talented person who came to earth from Wenquxing, but I didn't expect you to be..."
"Stop talking nonsense, who sent it and where is the book!"
"Mr. Chu, this signature is Tao Yi. As you know, Tao Yi is a talented person who always dominates the literary list in the past few days."
"Tao Yi...Tao?!" Chu Qing suddenly thought about it, and then became even more angry: "It turns out to be those unruly people!"
Without waiting for the shopkeeper to speak, Chu Qing turned around and left: "Fusan, let's go and settle the score with those unruly people!"
Fu San asked stupidly: "Who should I settle the score with?"
The shopkeeper shouted: "Mr. Chu, if this is really your story, what will be the next chapter? Why don't you just let our Qizhen Pavilion copy and sell it? Mr. Chu, Mr. Chu, please think about it, please think about it."
Chu Qing was so angry that the Three Corpse Gods were furious. How could they be in the mood to talk to the shopkeeper?
Or it is said that the natural cycle of retribution is not good.
Qizhen Pavilion was the place where his "dream" began. He earned his first pot of gold through prostitution for free, and then he was also "prostituted for free" in Qizhen Pavilion.
But to be precise, Chu Qing is not original, so this is Chu Qing's prostitution for nothing.
After leaving Qizhen Pavilion, Chu Qing cursed.
"I paid them so much wages and told them stories, but in the end, I made a lot of money with my stories. I still serialize them and sell them for sale. Is there any justice or the law of the king?"
Chu Qing's legs were flying so fast that he wanted to run to Tao's village and beat these unruly people until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen.
Fu San was also angry: "Yes, I've said it a long time ago, they are just a bunch of heartless people!"
Chu Qing suddenly stopped and said angrily: "There are so many people in Tao's village, just the two of us. If there is a conflict, will we be beaten?"
"Master, don't be afraid. Three or five people can't get close to me."
"There are more than 200 people in Tao's village, let alone three or five. It's useless even if you can fight thirty or fifty."
"More than two hundred people beat us two?" Fu San frowned: "Isn't that unreasonable?"
"They can't be reasonable and pirate my stories for free." Chu Qing gradually calmed down and asked uncertainly: "How about reporting it to the official?"
Fu San was embarrassed to say anything.
The reporter must be going to Jingzhao Mansion, but you almost ordered the dungeon of Jingzhao Mansion before. Not to mention helping you, Jingzhao Mansion would be nice if they didn't kill you after you go there.
Chu Qing also thought about this, frowned and said: "In Dachang Dynasty, there is no government office responsible for patents?"
"Master, what do you mean by patent?"
"It's the first invention, the first try, and then only this person can use it, do you understand?"
"The first attempt?" Fu San shook his head: "I've never heard of it."
"It seems that there is no more." Chu Qing scratched the back of his head: "No, if there is an opportunity in the future, we must promote the patent rights and write them in the Chang Law."
Fu San was confused when he heard this: "What's the use of this?"
"It's useless." Chu Qing was amused: "It's like a few thousand years later, a small island country tried the power of a nuclear bomb for the first time and asked them to apply for a patent. In the future, any country that wants to drop a nuclear bomb will just If you can throw it to the small island country that applied for the patent, this is a patent right, and you have to protect the person who tries it for the first time, do you understand?"
Fu San seemed to understand: "It makes sense."
"It has to make sense."
Chu Qing laughed and continued to drive Fu San to Tao's Village.
Reporting to the official was definitely useless. Although Chu Qing was not optimistic about the quality of Tao Zhuangzi's unruly people, he still felt that he should reason first before making any plans.
But this also provided him with an idea to make money by "selling" books.
The shopkeeper of Qizhen Pavilion told me that it was sold in chapters, it was a serial, it had 10,000 words, and it started out as high as one yuan, and even three or five yuan was bought by people. People in Beijing are really stupid and have too much money.
Ten thousand words can be divided into five chapters, one chapter can be divided into two thousand words, and the content of ten thousand words can be divided into fifteen thousand words...
The more he thought about it, the more excited Chu Qing became. He made a lot of money, and a lot of money.
"San'er, put this matter on the agenda tomorrow, tell the story, and then print it to make a small profit."
"Master, what does printing mean?"
Chu Qing stopped and slapped his forehead: "Yes, there was no printing technology these days, and all books were copied..."
After saying this, Chu Qing was happy again: "Yes, printing. This thing has no technical content, so it's fine."
Fu San didn't understand printing and asked another question: "What if someone steals your book again, copies it privately, and sells it?"
Chu Qing thought for a moment and snapped his fingers: "Simple."
Later generations will talk about a principle and a law.
In ancient times, it was about relationships and backers.
As long as you find a backer and some token shares, no one dares to copy it. Even if someone dares to copy it, no one will dare to buy it.
At this time, a person appeared in Chu Qing's mind, a well-educated little guy wearing a unicorn robe.
