In late autumn, the weather is already a bit cold.
Those scholars who pay attention to appearance on Zhuangyuan Street also walk faster and are less willing to stay on the street.
However, at some point, four graceful women appeared on Zhuangyuan Street. Their faces were covered by gauze, and they only wore thin silk skirts, with their shoulders, necks, and jade arms exposed.
The waists of the four women were like water snakes. Their whole bodies twisted smoothly with every step they took. Their vaguely visible hip lines swayed back and forth, giving men the urge to thrust their spears straight into them.
Seeing this scene, many scholars stopped and couldn't help but cast their gazes.
Some scholars who had trouble even eating swallowed their saliva and thought to themselves: "Is this something a poor scholar like me can read?"
As soon as he was stunned for a moment, the four women came up to him and handed him a leaflet.
These leaflets were prepared by Jiang Yifeng for Zhou Zhong.
The publicity method that Jiang Yifeng thought of was to have Shishi and four people distribute leaflets on Zhuangyuan Street.
"Uncle, can you accept the flyer from the slave family? I beg you, slave family." Shishi is worthy of being the top brand of Chunxiao. The sound alone makes the man's whole body tingle and he feels an inexplicable impulse in his heart.
"good!"
The scholar who was approached by Shishi was all focused on his snow-white skin, and had no idea what was being handed to him.
"Thank you, uncle!"
Shishi smiled charmingly at the scholar, enchanting him into a trance even through the gauze.
It wasn't until Shishi walked away that the scholar noticed the flyer in his hand. He wanted to throw it away, but he thought it was a gift from a beauty, so he read it carefully.
"Oh my God, the storybook written by Su Shikui's disciple must be supported."
"If you pre-order these two books, you may also get a poem written by Su Shikui. I didn't expect Su Shikui to have a masterpiece so soon."
"The address... turns out to be that bookstore. Go and have a look."
After the Zhongyuan Poetry Meeting, Su Dongchu's poem "About to Enter the Wine" became known to everyone and was regarded by many scholars as a masterpiece. Therefore, after seeing Su Dongchu's new poems, they all went to bookstores.
After a while, many scholars gathered in front of the bookstore.
Zhou Zhong had already set up a table at the door of the bookstore according to Jiang Yifeng's instructions, with Jiang Yifeng and Zhou Zhong taking charge.
Not many people know Jiang Yifeng, but many scholars know Zhou Zhong.
"Boss Zhou, does Su Shikui really have a new work? Can you give us a peek?"
"Boss Zhou, can you really afford Su Shikui?"
"Boss Zhou, as far as I know Su Shikui is not very old and is still studying at Yuelu Academy. When did he accept a disciple?"
Although today was to promote "Water Margin" and "Jin Ping Mei", the readers paid the most attention to Su Dongchu and paid no attention to these two novels.
no way!
Compared with Su Dongchu, 'Jiang Ning', a new script writer, is really unknown.
"Everyone, everyone..."
Jiang Yifeng raised his hand slightly, suppressed everyone's voices, and replied: "Su Shikui's new work is to promote and build momentum for his disciples, so it cannot be seen by everyone."
"Uncle Zhong has sold this bookstore to me. Now Uncle Zhong is just the shopkeeper here. It's enough that I can afford Su Shikui."
"As for age... I wonder if you have ever heard that ambition is not as high as age. Although Su Shikui is not old, he has a love for talents. He accidentally read these two story books and thought they were very good, so he accepted Jiang Ning as his daughter. disciple."
After hearing Jiang Yifeng's reply, the scholars couldn't help but nod, feeling that it was reasonable and reasonable.
At this time, a scholar asked: "Master, can you explain what pre-sale means?"
Jiang Yifeng smiled and explained, "Because the reputation of Su Shikui and his disciple Jiang Ning is too high, selling the story books directly would cause looting. In order to prevent loyal fans from not being able to buy the story books, Su Shikui came up with the idea of pre-sale."
"The so-called pre-sale means that before the story book comes out, you first give the money to buy the book to the bookstore. When the story book is available, you can take the book directly with the pre-sale voucher."
"Those fake fans are naturally unwilling to spend money in advance, but the loyal fans are different. In order to thank you for your support to his disciples, Su Shikui will select five of the first batch of story books to write poems. This is a tribute to the loyal fans. Welfare for fans.”
As soon as these words came out, those scholars who already liked Su Dongchu burst into tears with excitement.
Jiang Yifeng looked at it and felt that the scene in front of him was familiar. After thinking about it carefully, wasn't it just a fan meeting his idol?
Of course, compared to those fans in previous lives, these scholars are much more restrained.
Jiang Yifeng took the opportunity to say: "The number of story books for pre-sale this time is three hundred, and the price of each book is three taels of silver. Who comes first?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a scholar raised his hand crazily, squeezed to the front, took out nine taels of silver and slapped it on the table.
"This young man, I want to pre-sell three copies. This is money."
Jiang Yifeng glanced at the silver, but did not reach out, "Sorry, this pre-sale is to reward loyal fans. Each person can only buy one copy, and you must present a flyer to purchase it."
"Flyers?"
"It's the piece of paper you got on the street. There are three hundred leaflets in total, so only three hundred copies are available for pre-sale."
The scholars surrounding him were all stunned.
Some of them were reluctant to throw away the flyers, but some had already thrown them away after reading the information on them.
As a result, Jiang Yifeng now told them that those flyers were pre-sale vouchers.
"Where is my flyer? I just threw it at my feet. Who took my flyer?"
"It's bad. I was just looking at the beauties and forgot to ask for flyers."
"I'll pay you a hundred copper coins, who is willing to sell me the leaflet?"
"I'll pay two hundred..."
The crowd became commotion, and some scholars who did not have leaflets shouted loudly regardless of their image.
Seeing this scene, Zhou Zhong was stunned.
His bookstore has been open for such a long time, and even when the business was at its best, it was only one-tenth of what it is now.
The most important thing is that the words haven’t even been released yet, so they are selling air.
Selling air is so popular, is this the power of advertising?
"Nonsense!"
But at this moment, an angry shout suddenly sounded.
The sound was so loud that it shocked the scholars. They all stopped and looked back.
At the back of the crowd, I saw an elderly man, followed by several scholars, and the four of them, Shishi, were also brought over.
The old man's eyes turned red, and he pointed at the four people in Shishi and said: "This is Zhuangyuan Street, a place where only scholars can come. You...you actually found four shameless fools and asked them to wear such revealing clothes. When people send these things, it is an insult to gentlemen and sages."
