In this way, time slipped away quietly, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten days passed.
On this day, Hua Anxing, the owner of Huaji Bookstore, was bored and opened his shop for business.
Not far away, a scholar wearing a green cotton coat and a Confucian crown walked forward.
Seeing this, Hua Anxing hurriedly stepped forward and greeted, "Mr. Li? I haven't been here for a while. What books do you want this time?"
When Mr. Li heard this, he said righteously: "Spring is coming, and it is the time for scholars of our generation to study hard. Naturally, I came here to buy some sages' scriptures and eight-legged essays."
When Hua Anxing heard this, his face showed great agreement, but he sneered in his heart.
He has been running a bookstore here for so long, and the people he has seen the most are scholars.
He didn't know what kind of scholar could be ranked first in a high school.
But what kind of scholar can't pass the exam, but he is clear in his heart.
The Mr. Li in front of me was the one who failed to pass the exam with eighty percentile.
Why?
It can be seen from the books he bought in the past!
Mr. Li bought ten books from him last month, only two were serious books, and the rest were all short stories.
How can such a person pass the exam?
"I see. I originally said that when I got some Newspeak books, I would give them to Mr. Li to try out. But now it seems that I shouldn't disturb Mr. Li's study."
When Mr. Li heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then lowered his voice and whispered: "I wonder what kind of script this is? Is it exciting?"
"Don't worry, sir, the storybooks I have here are the most wonderful, and the only ones in Huainan."
"Why don't you... take a look first?"
After a moment, Hua Anxing shook the silver in his hand and looked at Mr. Li leaving with three story books in his hand, with a sneer on his lips.
"Master Li, if you read a book, I'm afraid you haven't read a book."
"Fortunately, the Li family has a large business and can withstand his squandering. Otherwise, it would be difficult for ordinary people to spend so much money on leisure books."
Hua Anxing has opened a bookstore in Huainan for nearly ten years. He can responsibly say that this business is very profitable!
But what you earn is not the money from those classics, policy discussions, or eight-part essays.
But money for buying and selling idle books!
I don’t know if it’s sad or not, but there’s a saying. There are hundreds of thousands of scholars, but how many of them can really study hard with their heads hung up?
Most of them are immersed in story novels for fun.
Just when Hua Anxing was filled with emotions, Mr. Li, who had just walked away, turned back again.
"Shopkeeper Hua, I don't want to buy this book. Please return the money to me."
"No...don't buy it?"
Hua Anxing frowned. He didn't occupy the money and refused to return it to others, but he just couldn't figure it out.
Because including Mr. Li, this is already the fifth Confucian scholar who bought a storybook and came to return it today.
"But do you want to change it to eight-legged writing? Or a collection of our poems?"
When Mr. Li heard this, he immediately shook his head and said, "No, no, no, I won't exchange anything, just return the money to me."
Monk Hua Anxing was completely confused and said, "I can return this money to Mr. Li. I just want to know the reason. Could it be that my words are not good enough?"
This book was a joke by Hua Anxing, but who would have thought that Mr. Li actually nodded seriously and said, "A new bookstore has opened not far away. Their storybooks are hundreds of times better than yours."
ah?
After hearing this, Hua Anxing felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He stood there blankly and could not let go for a long time.
"Where is the bookstore? Mr. Li, can you point it out?"
"What's the problem? Come with me."
After a while, Mr. Li took Hua Anxing to a bookstore.
Looking around, the decoration is grand and majestic without losing its momentum.
At the highest point, a plaque with iron paintings and silver hooks comes into view - Feihong Bookstore.
The iconic roc and its familiar flying wings all highlight its identity.
"Is this a bookstore opened by Feihong?" Hua Anxing felt something bad in his heart.
Ever since Gu Shijun was born, the talented people in Huainan have been unhappy.
However, the merchants in Huainan are living in fear.
Why?
Let's see what that person did after coming to Huainan.
Winemaking: Unify the Huainan wine market.
Opening a restaurant: unifying Huainan’s catering industry.
Open a workshop: successively win over the imperial merchants of cloth merchants and grain merchants.
They even opened a medical clinic! The business is booming, and the branches are opening one after another.
What will replace it?
Originally, merchants in the industry had only two paths.
Either leave your hometown and find another way to make a living elsewhere. The Zhang family and his son are the best portrayal of this.
Of course, if this were the case, Feihong would not be able to achieve such a big success, and would definitely be boycotted by other industries.
Fortunately, Feihong left another way for the others: merge into it!
In short, everyone makes money together.
Those Feihong Restaurant branches are the best portrayal.
Originally, some restaurants were in poor business and were even on the verge of closing down.
But just because we got on board the big ship of Feihong, things started to soar, and every bit of dead wood came back to life, and the business became prosperous.
After launching the takeout service, it made a lot of money.
Now, Feihong has one foot in the bookstore industry.
How should these people make a choice?
Should we unite to resist, or join Feihong and become bigger and stronger?
In an instant, Hua Anxing's thoughts became chaotic.
After a long time, he thought to no avail and walked into Feihong Bookstore.
He opened his mouth and asked: "Shopkeeper, what books do you have here? Can you take them out and let me have a look?"
Feihong Bookstore opened quickly, and there were quite a few clerks, but they really hadn't hired a shopkeeper yet, so Uncle Fu could only take over temporarily.
At this moment, Uncle Fu heard the words and said with a smile: "Sir, our bookstore only sells the story books written by our young master, which are placed on the table. If you want other books, please go to another store to have a look."
When Hua Anxing heard this, he immediately became interested.
Only sell one kind of book? Or is it the storybook written by Gu Shijun?
I'd like to see.
Thinking of this, Hua Anxing picked up the books stacked on the table and opened them.
""Three Kingdoms"?"
"Chapter 1: The three heroes of the Taoyuan Banquet became sworn brothers and killed the Yellow Turban hero for his first meritorious service."
"Zhang Hui's storybook doesn't have anything new."
Hua Anxing said while flipping through the pages.
But the further he looked down, the more astonishment appeared in his eyes.
After a long time, Hua Anxing, who had read five episodes in one breath, stood stunned on the spot and could not speak for a long time.
After reacting, his pupils shrank, his eyes dilated, and he said with a slight tremor in his tone: "These words... can be said to echo back and forth, are related to each other, are closely linked, and advance layer by layer!"
"It is obviously mixed with so many popular poems, but it is also bright and smooth, and can be enjoyed by both refined and popular people."
"This book is sure to be a hit!"
"Sir, how many times does Gu Shijun plan to write this book?"
"Can you give it to me, Huaji Bookstore, to sell it?"
