In the next period of time, Tian Buhui will go to Gugufang City every three to five days.
The books he printed were sold out almost instantly.
There were hundreds of spiritual stones in stock, but a new problem appeared in front of him.
He has already made money if he wants to, but he has no time to practice.
I am busy printing books every day and have no time to do other things.
The system store does have automatic one-stop equipment, and the entire intelligent brain controls the robot operation.
But it’s expensive and he can’t afford it now.
On this day, Tian Buhui printed a batch of new books and prepared to sell them in Gugufang Market.
Although the income of an average of a dozen spiritual stones per day is good, it is not worth the loss if it delays the practice.
He was really unprepared, so he printed out all the following chapters and made hundreds of copies to sell at a higher price.
You can make some quick money without being hunted down like a book eunuch.
It’s just that you’ll make a lot less money than a steady stream of money.
Walking in Gugufang City, I heard people talking about his books from time to time.
The otaku who cultivates immortality is like a middle school boy in his previous world.
"I control my own life!"
"Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi..."
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Fresh vocabulary in books has become a fashion. If you don't know a few sentences, it will seem out of touch with the times.
He came to the place where he usually set up a stall. The lazy young man selling brochures next to him had not been seen for a long time.
His service attitude and the fact that the things he sells are too ordinary have long been squeezed out of business.
"Senior Brother Tian, has the novel been updated today?"
"Quickly, get me a copy. There is a huge shortage of books."
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Business was equally booming today, and the books were sold out quickly.
When he was closing the stall, a figure stood quietly in front of the stall.
Tian Buhui looked up and saw a middle-aged man wearing a blue robe looking at him with a smile.
"I've met senior brother. I wonder if senior brother is okay?" Tian Buhui saluted.
They, the handyman disciples, were wearing gray robes. This man was wearing blue robes, which were the clothes of the outer sect disciples. According to the sect's rules, no matter the level of cultivation, one should call each other senior brother.
"Junior brother, there is no need to be polite. I am the manager of the nearby Lingfu shop. If I have something to do, I would like to invite my junior brother to discuss it in detail." The middle-aged man in blue robe returned the greeting.
Tian Buhui has been in Gugufang City for a while and is quite familiar with the situation here.
Ordinary handyman disciples can only set up stalls to sell things. Some of the shops are opened by outer sect disciples and even have inner sect connections behind them.
I don’t know why this person is looking for me, but I don’t dare to neglect him.
He has always been kind to others and does not want to easily offend others and cause trouble.
Seeing that the visitor had a gentle attitude and didn't seem to want to cause trouble for him, he put away the stall and followed the middle-aged man to the nearby shop.
This was the first time he went into a shop in Fangshi. He was in a tight situation before and knew he couldn't afford to buy the items there, so he didn't bother to waste time.
The talisman shop has an antique feel, and the counter is filled with various talismans, as well as talisman pens, talisman paper, cinnabar and other raw materials for making talismans.
Seeing that he was middle-aged, the clerk in the store quickly saluted: "Manager Zhao."
Manager Zhao waved his hand and told them to go about their business.
Jian Tian Buhui looked around and said as he walked: "Junior brother, if there is anything you are interested in, I can make the decision and give you a discount."
"I just took a look. I don't know anything about the talismans."
The two of them came to the private room in the shop together, and Manager Zhao asked someone to serve tea.
Then he said: "Junior brother Tian, when it comes to you and I, we can be considered colleagues."
"Oh? What do you mean, senior brother?" Tian Buhui didn't understand.
"Haha, you sell books and I sell magic talismans. They are both things written with a pen. Don't they count as colleagues?" Manager Zhao chuckled.
"Senior brother is really humorous." Tian Buhui said with a smile: "How can my unfashionable things compare with senior brother's here."
"Junior brother, don't belittle yourself. My brother has seen you selling books these days. I'm afraid junior brother has made a lot of money."
Tian Buhui was shocked and immediately increased his vigilance.
As the saying goes, money moves people's hearts, and in the world of immortality, the weak eat the strong, and he has seen things like killing people and seizing treasures.
Manager Zhao has been doing business all year round and is very good at observing people's emotions.
Seeing that he looked wrong, he hurriedly said: "Junior brother, please don't misunderstand me. I came to you because I have a way to make a fortune for you."
There is no such thing as pie in the sky. Tian Buhui doesn't believe that someone will give him benefits for no reason.
He opened his mouth and asked, "Senior brother, if you have something to do, you might as well tell me. What do you need from me?"
"Junior brother, you are so happy! I don't hide it for you. I have read your books and they are indeed very attractive." Manager Zhao said.
"However, it takes a lot of effort for me to make it alone, junior brother. Besides, it is a pity that it is only sold within the sect."
"I want to cooperate with my junior brother and sell my junior brother's books to the outside world through our store relationship. I'm afraid the profits I can earn back will be more than a hundred times."
Manager Zhao finished speaking in one breath. The benefits brought by the cooperation between the two are very exciting.
Tian Buhui quickly went through the cooperation in his mind.
If you build an automated production line yourself, the output of thousands of copies a day may be more profitable than what Manager Zhao said.
However, there is no channel for me to come out here, and I can't sell a large number of books.
There is something wrong with cooperation. No matter what world it is in, cooperation can only proceed smoothly when both parties are of equal strength.
There may be possibilities for cooperation even if the interests are small. Huge interests are involved, and a lack of strength will only bring trouble.
He always remembers that this is a world of cultivation where the weak eat the strong.
Your own strength is the first priority. Putting yourself in danger in order to make money is putting the cart before the horse.
"The cooperation mentioned by senior brother is indeed exciting, but my energy is limited, so I'm afraid I will let down my good intentions." Tian Buhui declined politely.
Manager Zhao's face darkened. He didn't expect that Tian Buhui would refuse such a good thing.
The sect has strict rules and a clear hierarchy among the disciples.
Although the outer disciples and the handyman disciples are both disciples and can be regarded as brothers, their statuses are completely different.
He, a dignified outer sect disciple, had been talking to a handyman disciple of his for a long time, but he did not expect this outcome.
"Junior brother, are you not planning to cooperate with brother Wei?" Manager Zhao's voice was cold.
"Senior brother, don't worry. The cooperative brother you said is weak-minded, but I can sell all the later chapters of the book to senior brother." Tian Buhui said with a look of pity on his face.
The situation is stronger than the person. He is alone in the sect and does not want to offend someone who does not know the details.
Anyway, I don't plan to sell books for a long time to delay my cultivation.
Just sell it all to him directly, and you won't be out in the market anymore.
When Manager Zhao heard this, his expression softened, and he agreed after thinking for a moment.
He originally wanted the two of them to cooperate and the profits earned would be divided proportionally.
Now like this, I will get more, but I have to spend a lot of spiritual stones at one time to buy out.
After discussion between the two, the three books Tian Buhui was selling were sold to Manager Zhao for a price of 1,000 low-grade spiritual stones.
He can no longer sell subsequent chapters of the book.
No matter how many books Manager Zhao publishes in the future, it will have nothing to do with him anymore.
After the two signed the agreement, Manager Zhao personally sent him out.
Before leaving, Tian Buhui rolled his eyes and seemed to think of something...
