Also, under the banner of Imperial City Roots, the workshop is located in the north of the city.
That's all, I'm too lazy to pursue these trivial matters.
"Dong...dong dong!" Walking forward, Yu Hua stood in front of the main door of the bookstore, locked the door with his right hand, first lightly knocked on the door lock, paused, and then knocked twice in succession.
During the Republic of China, etiquette and rules were particularly important. Knocking on the door was also very important. You must knock first, and the force should not be too hard. If it is too hard, it will make people think that you are banging on the door, which is reckless and disrespectful. The force should not be too light. It's so soft that others can't hear it.
After knocking, pause for one second and knock twice in succession.
If you keep knocking hard, you are smashing someone else's door. Nowadays, no one except green-skinned soldiers and bandits will knock on the door in this way, because it is to enmity.
Three crisp knocks with different rhythms came out. The workers and foremen who were busy in the bookstore looked up one after another, a little curious, and then started busy themselves again.
The middle-aged steward in the center of the yard turned around and saw Yu Hua, who looked like a student at the door. He looked unfamiliar. He couldn't help but feel doubtful and started to walk over.
The middle-aged steward had the temperament of a steward from the late Qing Dynasty. He stood at the door, bowed to Yu Hua, and asked, "This classmate, what do you do for me?"
"Hello, steward. This student is here and wants to print a book." Yu Hua bowed in return and directly revealed the purpose of his visit without mincing words.
"Printed books? This classmate, please come in quickly and let's talk in detail."
After hearing what Yu Hua said, the middle-aged manager was startled, with a look of surprise on his face, and a hint of enthusiasm in his words, and he quickly invited Yu Hua in.
Business is coming!
Unexpectedly, business came.
"Uh... Okay." Yu Hua was a little confused by the middle-aged steward's sudden enthusiastic and positive attitude, and followed the middle-aged steward into the Imperial Bookstore.
As you step inside the bookstore, a faint smell of ink is introduced into your nose, and the air is filled with a strong smell of ink. In the main room directly opposite the courtyard, you can see stacks of neatly laid white papers. In the east wing, There was the sound of machines operating, and five or six wooden tables were placed in the yard, all of which were covered with smaller books.
A worker took out a stack of books from the east wing and placed them in the yard. Two workers were counting and checking the books that had just been printed. After checking, they confirmed that they were correct and placed them on another table.
Another worker will move all the counted books into the west wing, and the whole process is orderly.
The middle-aged manager and Yu Hua turned left and came to the reverse seat. This place has been converted into an office room similar to a customer reception room. It covers an area of about ten square meters. The furnishings are basically the same as those in the living room. There are two Taishi chairs placed against the wall. In the middle of the room A stove was placed with briquettes burning in it.
Stepping into the house, a sense of warmth hit me.
"I haven't asked my classmates for their names yet." The middle-aged steward asked Yu Hua to take a seat, took out a set of porcelain tea sets, brewed two cups of hot tea, and asked with a smile on his face.
There was a hint of expectation in his words.
"Thanks."
Yu Hua could clearly feel the steward's attentiveness. He calmly took the hot tea and thanked him softly. He put on a vest without hesitation and said, "The student's surname is Zhang. It's a three-character name. The three characters for the second and third sons. May I ask the steward what your surname is?" ?”
The outlaw Zhang San is a legend that has been passed down at Station B for generations to come. Only his name is seen, but not his person.
Yu Hua likes this vest very much. After all, in terms of the number of crimes, Zhang San has committed crimes that can be shot thousands of times. It is most suitable for contacting Huangchenggen Bookstore, which is essentially a piracy.
I am Zhang San, an outlaw. Who am I afraid of?
Zhang San?
When the steward heard this, he was startled for a moment, with a look of helplessness on his face. He immediately knew that the polite young student in front of him did not want to reveal his real name. There was no one named Zhang San these days.
The steward smiled slightly and didn't mind Yu Hua concealing his real name. In these days, multiple names can provide a talisman: "I and classmate Zhang San are still in the same family, so our surname is Zhang, and our single name is rich. I don't know classmate Zhang." If you want to print any books, can you have a look at the books?”
"This is the manuscript. Manager Zhang, please take a look at it first." Yu Hua put down his schoolbag, took out the official version of the collection of mathematical errors two fingers thick, put it on the tea table, then picked up the steaming teacup and took a sip.
The taste is bitter, but after swallowing it, there is a rush of sweetness.
Delicious.
tastes good.
Well, as an out-and-out country bumpkin, Yu Hua doesn’t know the advanced art of tea tasting. He can neither taste what kind of tea it is, nor what the taste is. His favorite tea is milk tea, and his favorite milk tea is honey. Snow Ice City.
As for why you like to go?
Because it's cheap.
"OK."
Zhang Fu, the steward, carefully picked up the official version of the wrong collection of mathematics problems. These days, when printing things, you must read the contents of the manuscript. If something that should not be printed is printed, articles such as violations of the Ho-Mei Agreement and the Friendship Order will be circulated to If it goes on the market, then Huangchenggen Bookstore will be finished.
After turning the first page, the steward Zhang Fu was stunned for a moment, a little confused, and stared. After taking a closer look, he suddenly felt dazzled.
confused,
Confused,
helpless.
What is this thing written on this manuscript?
In the opinion of Zhang Fu, the manager, the mathematical questions written by Yu Hua in simplified Chinese characters were no different from those written in Chinese characters. There were so many mathematical symbols and formulas that none of them could be understood.
He, who had an average level of education, actually felt a kind of suppression from his IQ. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He didn't expect Yu Hua to print this thing.
"This is...a math question plan?" After flipping through the entire manuscript, there were all math questions one after another. Zhang Fu, the manager, had sour eyes. He put down the manuscript, and the stone hanging in his heart fell to the ground. He looked at Yu Hua, carefully considering the vocabulary, and some Said uncertainly.
Yu Hua put down the tea cup and asked in confusion: "It's a collection of arithmetic problems. Manager Zhang, do you have any questions?"
"No, how many arithmetic problem books does Mr. Zhang want to print?" The steward Zhang Fu shook his head. As long as he doesn't print reactionary articles and articles that violate government regulations, he doesn't care about the contents of this arithmetic problem book.
The article review has been passed. Now, what Zhang Fu is most looking forward to is here.
How many copies does this classmate Zhang San want to print?
Yu Hua smiled slightly and reported the printing quantity and related requirements: "Ten copies, 16 pages, black, may I ask what the price is?"
"Ten copies? Classmate Zhang, the quantity you want to print is too small." Hearing the number reported by Yu Hua, Zhang Fu, who was full of joy, was stunned. He felt that it had fallen from the sky and fell solidly to the ground. , a little bit doubtful that I heard it wrong. It took so long to co-author and only print ten copies.
There was an obvious look of disappointment on his face.
Ten books are not even enough to fit between teeth.
Zhang Fu thought that Yu Hua was looking for a big deal, but it turned out that it was just a small business.
Yu Hua asked, "How much does Manager Zhang think is appropriate to print?"
