For Mo Ziwan's 20% profit, Han Shuxian and Xie Wenhua talked from the second half of the day until the evening. After Han Shuxian left the bookstore, Xie Wenhua was still busy in the bookstore. First, someone went to his home to inform him that he would not be coming back tonight, and then he sat down and re-drafted the agreement by adding the 20% profit to Mo Ziyuan to the previous 10%.
It was already half past half hour when the agreement was drawn up. I stood up, stretched my waist, and walked towards the table of the wax paper printing machine set aside. Everything was ready-made, so I sat down to write on the wax paper and prepare to try printing again. I just tried it. Not enjoyable.
He started carving with confidence, but the wax paper was not as simple as he imagined. .
I obviously thought it was not difficult, but when I was actually writing it, I realized that it was not as simple as I imagined. When I dropped the pen in my hand, it was so heavy that it cut the paper, and the printed words became a mess. Black is too light to print.
He is not discouraged. A good method is right in front of him. As long as he practices more, he will definitely get better. After all, I just started doing it, so it’s normal that I haven’t mastered the skills well. Practice makes perfect, just practice a few times and you’ll be fine.
After Xie Wenhua comforted and encouraged himself, he resumed carving. Fortunately, Han Shuxian brought over a dozen pieces of wax paper.
He practiced this practice until the fourth day. Fortunately, his hard work paid off and he finally mastered the strength of his writing. The last half of the wax paper finally did not break a word.
Looking at the intact printed matter in his hand, a smile finally appeared on his face, "With this, let's see which bookstore can beat me."
After packing up my things, I hurriedly washed myself before going back to my room to rest. When I returned to my room, I didn't forget to take everything with me and put it in my bedroom.
Not to mention a good night's sleep, he went straight to sleep. It wasn't until Han Shuxian and Mo Ziyuan came to the bookstore to look for him that he woke up to the shouts of his servants and washed up in a hurry before meeting the guests.
"Sorry, sorry, I went to bed late last night and got up late this morning."
Han Shuxian: "I think you have been practicing all night!"
"Isn't this exciting!" Xie Wenhua said slightly embarrassed.
Unexpectedly, Han Shuxian laughed and said, "I understand, I understand." After all, he was so unwilling to try again and again before he could carve perfect characters.
"Can uncle know how to use it?" Mo Ziwan stood beside Han Shuxian and asked, looking up.
"I know better now." After answering, Xie Wenhua habitually reached out to the side of Mo Ziyuan's head and stroked it gently, "Uncle, I have to thank you for coming up with such a good idea."
"Uncle, you're welcome." Mo Ziyuan didn't know until she came that her godfather had come yesterday to thank her uncle for their agreement. They came today just to get the agreement.
Xie Wenhua took out the agreement drawn up yesterday and handed it directly to Mo Ziwan, "Wanwan, take a look at it first and see if there is anything inappropriate."
"If so, can uncle change it?" Mo Ziwan looked at Xie Wenhua.
"Wan Wan, you read it first. I will help you refer to it after you read it." Han Shuxian knew what she was thinking. He first cast a warning look, thinking that if she brought it up again, he would pretend to be angry.
Xie Wenhua meant her words to be polite, but he didn't expect her to ask this, so he had to bite the bullet and said, "If you have any reasonable suggestions, I will definitely change them."
Mo Ziwan nodded, "Well, let me take a look first." Then she looked at the agreement carefully.
After looking at her godfather's look, Mo Ziwan said knowingly, "Uncle, I have no problem." After saying that, she pursed her lips and looked at Han Shuxian, "The godfather is bad!"
Han Shuxian laughed loudly, "Good girl, my godfather will take you to eat delicious food later."
Xie Wenhua, who didn't know what they meant, said to Mo Ziwan with a puzzled look on his face: "Wanwan, why is your godfather bad? Tell Uncle Xie, and Uncle Xie will make the decision for you."
"My godfather came to see Uncle Xie yesterday without me." Mo Ziwan made it up casually.
"It's not your godfather's fault. He just wanted to give you a surprise. You can't blame him." Xie Wenhua also made it up casually.
After listening to what the two said, Han Shuxian found it even more funny that both of them were so good at making up lies with their eyes open.
After the agreement was agreed upon, Xie Wenhua asked again, "Wanwan, let me hear what you do."
Dad said you are writing a book. How many have you written? When you finish writing it, please bring it to me to print it for you. Don’t worry, I only charge the cost and give you the remaining money after deducting the cost. "
Mo Ziwan initially wanted to give the children in the village an extra reading book, but as she wrote more stories, her ideas began to change. Why not try to print them out and sell them? Only in this way can we test whether such a storybook will be accepted and liked by people.
With different thoughts in mind, Mo Ziwan wrote more carefully, spending a lot of time revising and refining each article. After checking it herself, she asked Han Shuxian to revise again to ensure that it was correct.
Two months are over, and I have only managed to write twenty stories.
But twenty stories combined into one volume are enough.
For these twenty stories, she has two plans, one is a hardcover version and the other is a paperback version, but whether it is hardcover or paperback, it must be accompanied by illustrations.
Children don’t like books that are all text. The illustrations make them more interesting, which is also an attraction.
Then there is the classification of simplified binding. For simple binding, paintings are drawn on wax paper and then copied and bound. For hard binding, wax printing cannot be used. After the story is printed, the illustrations are drawn manually.
Her idea was to make the hardcover version like a picture book, with the best paper, beautiful illustrations, and perfect packaging. As for the price, she couldn't decide the price. She was still young and didn't know the consumption level of the rich. how.
But after she put the twenty stories in Xie Wenhua's hands and told her her thoughts again, Xie Wenhua directly gave her a price, five taels of silver per hardcover edition.
Another five taels! But this time the five liang box gave her the opposite feeling. Last time it was too little, but this time she felt it was too much and too expensive. It was beyond her knowledge that a children's book could be sold at such an expensive price!
"I'm just not sure yet how much I can give you for five taels of silver. I have to determine the cost of the artist's money and the corresponding paper before I can determine how much you can have. I guess you can get at least two or three taels."
After hearing this, Mo Ziyuan hurriedly waved her hands, "No, uncle, you can decide how much the book will be sold after it is finished. I have an idea of the share after the sale. If uncle thinks it's okay, I can follow this standard for any books I write in the future. .”
"You tell me first!" Xie Wenhua made up his mind that no matter what she said, he would give all the money he earned from this set of books to Mo Ziwan, after deducting the cost and the artist's money.
"After deducting the cost, my uncle and I each share half." Interests must be reciprocal to last long. If all the advantages are taken by yourself, who will be willing to cooperate with me again?
This is a good idea. Xie Wenhua agreed without thinking, "Okay, I will do as you say from now on. As for this time, my uncle would like to congratulate you on becoming the second shopkeeper of Moyun Bookstore and on the upcoming publication of a book."
Mo Ziyuan blushed at Xie Wenhua's congratulations, "Uncle Xie is laughing at me."
"I'm not laughing at you, I sincerely congratulate you. If you feel embarrassed, you can think of more ways to make our bookstore grow as soon as possible."
"I know how to do it, but this time uncle will also distribute it according to my ideas." Mo Ziwan insisted.
"We are just doing a small trial this time. We don't know the results yet. When the trial is completed, we will allocate it according to your way." After Xie Wenhua finished speaking, he did not forget to ask Han Shuxian to help, "Brother Han, you have to say something. , I finally wanted to contribute to her book, but I can’t let her reject me.”
Han Shuxian thought for a while and then said: "It will last for one year. If there are still people buying this story book after one year, each of them will get half."
Xie Wenhua wanted to refuse, but Mo Ziyuan said, "If I keep taking advantage of uncle, I will be embarrassed."
"Okay, let's follow Brother Han's advice, and we'll share half of it with each other after one year." We'll talk about what happens in a year's time.
Mo Ziwan and Han Shuxian returned to Lanwan Village in the second half of the afternoon. The little man, who did not have a lunch break, fell asleep in Han Shuxian's arms on the way back and did not wake up until they got home.
After waking up from a good sleep, Mo Ziyuan started teaching the village children full of energy. After today's class, it was rare that she didn't go back to her room to immerse herself in reading and writing.
Han Chunlin, who came back from school, habitually arrived first.
I went back after the family play party. When I approached the Mo family’s yard, I saw Mo Ziwan idle in the yard. I shouted in surprise: “Sister Wanwan, why didn’t you read a book?”
Hearing these words, Song Nanzhi in the room wanted to rush over and cover his mouth, but Mo Ziyuan replied: "My work has been completed, I can rest more, by the way."
After hearing this, Song Nanzhi immediately grinned, but still said habitually, "She is the busiest person in our family, even busier than you, the father."
After hearing this, Mo Tingyu laughed stupidly and said, "We Wanwan are smart and capable, better than his father."
After Murong Qingyuan approached Mo Ziwan, "Have you finished writing the story?"
Mo Ziyuan nodded, "After I finished writing, I sent it to Uncle Xie. Uncle Xie said that after printing it, he would sell it in the bookstore, and all the money from the sale would belong to me."
Mo Ziyuan didn't say much about printing. Only the two elders of the Mo family knew about printing, but even they knew very little. They only knew that 30% of the money earned by Xie's bookstore was given to their granddaughter, but they didn't understand anything else.
"Have you set a price?"
"It's settled, there are two editions, one hardcover edition, the price is set at five taels of silver a piece, and the ordinary edition is temporarily set at twenty cents a piece."
Without wax paper printing and movable type printing, there would definitely not be the price of twenty copies per book. It is precisely because of the existence of these two things that not only greatly reduces the cost of printing, but also improves printing efficiency, the price will naturally be came down.
The low price is naturally another attractive point, and it is also an important link in pushing Moyun Bookstore to the first position. If the paper were cheaper, the price could be reduced to 20 yuan, but it is a pity that the paper is expensive.
Although I know the principles of papermaking, I can't say it out now. I have to keep this for now and wait until some time later to make plans.
"Is twenty cents too cheap?" Murong Qingyuan skipped the five-tael hardcover edition and only asked about the twenty cents paperback edition.
"Brother Qingyuan, don't you think a book costing five taels of silver is very expensive?" Mo Ziyuan was puzzled by his focus. Ordinary people, or poor people would be surprised that a book cost five taels of silver, but he felt that it cost five taels of silver. Ten coins is too cheap.
Murong Qingyuan analyzed: "Uncle Xie's five taels of silver each must be sold to rich people. Rich people are definitely not afraid of the price."
All right! As long as you can think and analyze! After his analysis, Mo Ziyuan also talked about the price of twenty cents, "There are only twenty stories, not much content, and the printing cost is not high. Even if it costs twenty cents, you can still make money."
Murong Qingyuan didn't know how much the printing cost. He only knew that Mo Ziyuan frowned when she said she could make money. She had another income, which made Murong Qingyuan even more anxious.
No, I have to hurry up.
