Zhou Zhong felt dizzy and felt that he had eaten a big piece of cake. When he came to his senses, the one hundred taels of silver that was not yet warm was back in Jiang Yifeng's hands.
Where is my store?
sold!
What about the money for the sale?
Borrowed!
Who borrowed it?
Boss!
Who is the owner?
People who buy stores!
What do people buy?
shop!
Whose store?
my store!
Where is my store?
sold!
…
…
Zhou Zhong was a little confused. He couldn't figure out how he lost his book store, the money from selling the book store, and himself in one hour.
"Uncle Zhong!"
Jiang Yifeng looked at Zhou Zhong, "I need people who can write articles. It doesn't require them to be good at writing, but they must be able to make up stories."
Zhou Zhong was brought back from the loop by Jiang Yifeng's voice, "My boss, are you planning to write a storybook?"
"no!"
Jiang Yifeng shook his head, but did not reveal the true purpose. Instead, he continued: "In addition, help me find someone who can engrave seals."
Zhou Zhong asked: "Do you have any requirements?"
Jiang Yifeng thought for a while, "There are no special requirements, as long as the words can be carved clearly, it will be fine. However, the workload is a bit heavy, so the person I am looking for must have good physical strength and patience."
After hearing this, Zhou Zhong became curious, what kind of seal it was, and it could be described as a heavy workload.
"in addition……"
Jiang Yifeng took out Water Margin and Jin Ping Mei and handed them to Zhou Zhong, "From now on, our bookstore will only sell its own books."
"Jiang Ning!"
Zhou Zhong frowned slightly when he saw the signatures of the two books, "My boss, who is this Jiang Ning? I have never heard of any famous writer named Jiang Ning."
The scripts are also divided into three, six, and nine grades.
The most common among them is Xu Ning, who has some literary talent but no fame and cannot even guarantee food and clothing.
Further up, if you are somewhat famous in a city or county, a bookseller will come to your door in person, negotiate the price, and create storybooks according to the requirements.
As for the top level, it is the famous Zhou Dynasty. At this level, booksellers can no longer ask for books, and creation depends on mood.
Therefore, if bookstores want to make money, they will first find some well-known Chinese language writers to write a few books to attract literati to buy books, and then take the opportunity to sell Mandarin Chinese books.
Mandarin books are not bought with money. Mr. Mandarin Mandarin books are sold on consignment at bookstores, and the money is paid according to the quantity sold.
An important reason why Zhou Zhong's bookstore has no customers is that the books he sells are not very famous. They are basically the Mandarin books sold here on consignment by Mr. Mandarin.
As for why Zhou Zhong didn’t find famous writers to write a few books...
The reason is simple, he has no money.
"You'll find out later."
Jiang Yifeng smiled mysteriously and continued: "The storybook has been given to you. Then you can find someone to copy it, but remember one thing, the handwriting must be neat and neat, no graffiti, and the fonts must be in block letters."
"yes!"
Zhou Zhong saw that Jiang Yifeng had arranged a lot of things, so he found paper and pen and wrote them down one by one.
Then, he asked: "Master, do you have anything else to give me?"
"Let me think about it."
Jiang Yifeng walked back and forth in the bookstore several times, always feeling that something was missing, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
Suddenly, he saw Zhou Zhong reading "Water Margin" and kept whispering in his mouth, "This book looks good, but it's a pity that Mr. Hua Ben is not famous."
Fame!
Jiang Yifeng's eyes lit up and he understood what was missing, so he said: "Uncle Zhong, we need to promote these two books so that the entire Su City literati will know about these two books."
"Boss, only well-known Mr. Hua Ben will be promoted. Jiang Ning is not famous at all. If you promote him, you will be scolded." Zhou Zhong reminded quickly.
"Who says Jiang Ning is not famous? He is the disciple of Su Shikui, the chief poet of the Zhongyuan Dynasty, who wrote the masterpiece "The Wine Will Enter". Is this enough?"
"Is this Jiang Ning a disciple of Su Shikui?"
"Not now, but soon."
"What's the meaning?"
Zhou Zhong was stunned for a moment, his face full of confusion.
But Jiang Yifeng did not explain. He just looked at Xu Ning and said, "I have found a Shixian as your mentor. You shouldn't refuse!"
"My dear teacher, please accept your respects from my disciple Xu Ning."
Xu Ning answered Jiang Yifeng's words with actions. He knelt down solemnly in front of Su Dongchu and kowtowed three times respectfully.
Although Su Dongchu was still a child, not even a child, he wrote "Journey into the Wine".
With this poem alone, Su Dongchu was famous all over the Great Zhou Dynasty. As a disciple of his mentor, no matter how poor his qualifications were, he would still be somewhat famous.
Zhou Zhong, who witnessed the whole process, had a look of astonishment on his face and didn't react for a while.
"Dong...Dong, what's going on?"
"Now I would like to solemnly introduce to you that this young man is the Su Shikui you call him. The one who kowtowed to him just now is the author of "Water Margin" and "Jin Ping Mei"."
Jiang Yifeng smiled and introduced Su Dongchu and Xu Ning to Zhou Zhong.
After listening to the introduction, Zhou Zhong just wanted to say, why don't you put this aside?
However, when he thought that Su Dongchu was Su Shikui, his eyes showed admiration.
Jiang Yifeng looked at Zhou Zhong and continued to break the news, "Also, among the first batch of storybooks released, three of them contain new poems by Su Shikui, inscribed by Su Shikui himself."
Zhou Zhong's eyes lit up and he quickly looked at Su Dongchu, "Su Shikui, do you have another masterpiece?"
I do not have it!
It was so sudden, my brother-in-law didn’t tell me!
However, just when he was about to speak, something suddenly occurred to him, and he instantly transformed from Su Dongchu to Su Shikui.
He glanced at Zhou Zhong out of the corner of his eye, snorted disdainfully, and said nothing.
"Oh my God, Su Shikui just glanced at me. He was so aloof and aloof. He is worthy of being a Shixian. How can this aura be compared to that of Zhao Bingfang who has his pants down?"
As a frustrated literati, Zhou Zhong liked the poem "The Wine Will Come" so much that he had a filter on Su Dongchu who wrote "The Wine Will Come".
It is estimated that even if Su Dongchu slaps Zhou Zhong, Zhou Zhong will regard it as Su Shikui's teachings and will be grateful.
"There is nothing else to do." Jiang Yifeng explained: "You can promote it now. As for the detailed release date, it will be set in ten days."
"Good owner."
After Zhou Zhong finished speaking, he paused for a while and said with some embarrassment: "My boss, what you mentioned will cost a lot of money, but there is no money in the cabinet. Can you..."
He was embarrassed to finish his words, but the meaning he wanted to express was already clear, that is, there was no money.
"I've already prepared the money for you."
Hearing this, Jiang Yifeng handed Zhou Zhong the one hundred taels of silver he borrowed not long ago.
"..."
Zhou Zhong looked at the silver in his hand and fell into deep thought.
