There is a saying that there is strength in numbers.
After entering the study, he gathered all the mahjong patterns and gave the task to Yao Yue, Huang Rong and Xiao Zhaohou.
Lin Qingping took the book "The Overbearing Palace Master Falls in Love with Me" that he had written before and went out.
If it were said that before, Lin Qingping was still a little unsure about whether the words he wrote would be welcomed by the market.
With the performance of Huang Rong and others, Lin Qingping felt that the story he wrote would definitely become a hit.
In this world, although Lin Qingping has no interest in the world or the court.
But if you can single-handedly bring some changes to the world, that would be great.
For example, I had tears in my eyes after reading the ending.
"However, it shouldn't be popular among readers in this world to send blades!"
As he walked, Lin Qingping rubbed his chin and muttered.
Looking at Lin Qingping's back walking outside, and then looking at the pile of paper with drawn patterns in her hand, Huang Rong looked resentfully at Yao Yue beside her.
I feel like I'm just lying on my back.
I was originally enjoying my leisure time, but ended up having so much more work on my hands.
Facing Huang Rong's gaze, Yao Yue looked as usual.
He glanced at the clothes he had just washed this morning on the drying pole and sighed: "Let's make it sooner! I've been playing backgammon for so long and I haven't won even once."
Hearing this, Huang Rong suddenly felt even more depressed.
After several days of playing backgammon, neither Yao Yue nor Huang Rong had ever won once.
On the contrary, Huang Rong's washing time was extended by a month.
Yaoyue's time for Lin Qingping to wash clothes was extended by two months.
Although it is not Yaoyue's style to retreat without a fight.
But doing something you know you can't do is foolish.
As the master of Yihua Palace, Yao Yue naturally knows what it means to stop losses in time.
However, what makes the two women find it hard to reconcile.
Obviously the rules of backgammon are very simple.
But it just happened that he couldn't beat Lin Qingping.
This made the two women feel like their IQs were being crushed.
This is the most uncomfortable thing.
In response to this, Huang Rong couldn't help complaining: "I feel like this guy is like a nemesis. I have never taken advantage of him."
Yaoyue smiled.
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Changshan Bookstore.
As Lin Qingping walked in slowly, a storekeeper with a stout figure and a simple appearance quickly came up to him.
"Master, do you want to buy a book?"
Lin Qingping shook his head, and then placed the manuscript he had wrapped on the table.
"Publish a book!"
"Huh? Publish a book?"
The shopkeeper looked at Lin Qingping a few times.
"Can you let me read the manuscript first?"
Lin Qing said calmly: "Whatever!"
Seeing this, the shopkeeper picked up the neatly stacked manuscripts on the table.
As for Lin Qingping, he wandered around the bookstore.
I read some story books from time to time.
But it's basically all clichés, with a few bland verses thrown in for literary flair.
But the seller is not low.
Some books actually sold for one or two silver dollars.
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In the previous life, the purchasing power was about 10,000 to 20,000 yuan.
If that's the case, forget it.
The key is the content inside. Lin Qingping couldn't stand it after reading a few pages.
A quarter of an hour later.
Lin Qingping, who wanted to go back early, finally couldn't help but said: "Shopkeeper, how much longer will it take? If you don't want to publish a book, I will ask elsewhere."
When these words came out, the fat shopkeeper beside him became anxious.
"No, yes, our Changshan Bookstore is willing to publish this book."
After putting down the manuscript with a bit of reluctance, the fat shopkeeper looked at Lin Qingping no longer as casually as before.
But full of gentleness.
"Young Master, this book is really well written! I have read so many story books, but I have never seen one as interesting as Young Master."
After saying that, after glancing at the manuscript, the fat shopkeeper added: "The title of the book is also well chosen, and it will attract people's attention at a glance."
Lin Qingping nodded and said: "Then tell me how to publish a book?"
When it came to business, the fat shopkeeper cleared his throat and said: "Generally speaking, if you want to publish a book, you can bring the manuscript to our bookstore and pay fifty taels of silver, and our bookstore can print it out and then sell."
"Afterwards, it will be split 50-50, with our bookstore and the author each sharing half of the profit."
"Um?"
Lin Qingping frowned slightly. His businessman's instinct made Lin Qingping feel that this condition was too bad.
Sensing Lin Qingping's expression, the fat shopkeeper quickly said: "Of course, that's for ordinary Chinese scripts."
"Once a storybook like Gongzi comes out, it will definitely become popular, but it is another algorithm."
"Our bookstore will print and sell this book for free to the young master, and the profit will be divided into 30-70 afterward. You will get 70% from the bookstore, and we will get 30% from our bookstore."
"What do you think?"
I instantly subconsciously calculated the printing costs, sales costs, etc. in my mind.
In the end, Lin Qingping can be sure that even if it is only 30%, this bookstore will definitely make a profit.
And once the book sells well, it can also increase the reputation of the bookstore, and there are even more invisible benefits.
But in a second thought, Lin Qingping suppressed these thoughts in his mind.
After all, I'm not a businessman now, so that's enough, there's no need to worry about it.
After thinking for a while, he said: "But I still have a condition. I cannot reveal my identity as the author of this book."
"ah?"
The fat shopkeeper looked at Lin Qingping in confusion.
Normally, who doesn’t want to be famous as a writer?
In this case, the price will be higher if sold in the future, and the benefits will be more.
How could anyone be like Lin Qingping and hide his name?
But Lin Qingping had a request, so how could he disagree.
He immediately nodded in agreement.
Seeing the fat shopkeeper's confusion, Lin Qingping did not explain.
You can't say that you're worried about trouble, right?
After all, in his previous life, Lin Qingping knew that some authors were hacked to death by readers for writing books.
Not to mention the current world where warriors are rampant and kill people at every turn.
What would Lin Qingping do if one day a chivalrous woman felt sad after seeing her book and came to her door?
You can't risk your life by writing a storybook!
