"Here are three hundred taels of silver. Zhao Guoji respectfully handed over two silver letters, "There are still fifty sample books outside." That week, the shopkeeper said that if the book sold well, there would be money to give in the future. ”

"One word could have been sold for three hundred taels of silver, one for three hundred taels, two for six hundred taels, and three for two...... Ming'er asked someone to write ten more books......" Jia Huan looked at the silver and couldn't help but open his mouth.

Jia Cong glanced at Jia Huan with pity, why not eat minced meat?

Too stupid to look at.

For the sake of Jia Huan is younger brother, Jia Cong was silent for a while, and asked Zhao Guoji, "Then the shopkeeper can tell me the market price of the book?"

"That week, the shopkeeper first offered ten taels, and said that it was a high price, but fortunately, Ni Er reported the name of our house, so he didn't ask someone to bluff it. ”

Zhao Guoji said triumphantly, not realizing the meaning of Jia Cong's words at all.

Jia Cong is desperate for the genes of the Zhao family, no wonder he can raise a talent with an unusual brain circuit like Aunt Zhao.

Jia Cong coughed and said, "Why did he give three hundred taels as soon as he reported the name of our house?"

"Naturally, I'm afraid that we will find out later, and we will make trouble for him in the house. Zhao Guoji's head still didn't turn, "Also, in order to pull a relationship with the government and curry favor with the eldest master, no wonder Brother Cong wants to explain to me, saying that the eldest master ......"

Three hundred taels can please Jia Yu, take Jia Yu as Sister Feng, Jia Yu can laugh angrily.

Jia Cong no longer expected Zhao Guoji to figure it out for himself, and said directly: "A book of words by an unknown literati, the future is unknown, and the bookseller is not Kaishantang, why give three hundred taels? ”

Seeing that Zhao Guoji and Jia Huan still looked like they didn't understand, Jia Cong couldn't help but vomit blood*, and added: "These three hundred taels are not a script, they are the blessing of Rongguofu." The bookseller said in a high-sounding manner that the master of Rongguo Mansion had a book to hand over to him, and he didn't know how much trouble he could save him. is that he committed a taboo in the future, something happened, and with this friendship, he will also have a reason to come to the door to ask for help in the future. ”

Jia Huan suddenly realized and said, "That's the case, but what does this have to do with selling books?"

Jia Cong took a deep look at Jia Huan, the little brother's EQ was too low, and he always felt that he would be cheated sooner or later.

But since he accepted the younger brother and couldn't help but teach, Jia Cong sighed and explained the matter thoroughly: "Normally, this is not the price! If you want to sell every copy at this price, unless we are in charge of the house?" The bookseller said that there will be silver in the future...... A long stream of water is king. ”

Jia Huan finally understood, stuck out his tongue, and said in fright: "Isn't this taking the name of the mansion to Mengren?

Cold. Jia Cong rolled his eyes, looking like he was in control: "That's why I asked Zhao Guoji to look at the printed book." In this way, it is the bookseller who is optimistic about the book, and the normal business behavior. The money was given by him on his own initiative, the book was printed, and he couldn't sell it, so he didn't have a good eye, so what did he care about in our house?"

Compared with the behavior of bureaucrats in the previous life who incarnated as various inventors and scientists and used patents to buy shares, Jia Cong just published a book and took the manuscript fee, regardless of the technical content or the method of collecting money, he was very backward, okay?

However, think about it, Sister Feng is still directly collecting money and suing usury, and Mrs. Wang's accompanying son-in-law is still opening an antique shop?

Jia Cong spontaneously developed a sense of superiority of the times, with long hair and short knowledge, and it was these ignorant women who said it.

If you want to collect money to settle the lawsuit, you can find a lawyer to come forward as a white glove, and collect the money directly, it's really rude, it's just plain saying, come and arrest me.

Loan sharking is the same, do you leave professional troubles to be done professionally?

With so many financial institutions, is it difficult to invest in shares and dividends?

Jia Cong is going to cry miserably for these companions, how can he be mixed with a billionaire, the chairman of a large group, in ancient times, he could only mix with the black, or a low-level underworld with usury.

Mrs. Wang is getting older and knows some things, and the trick of picking up antiques is also an enduring means of exchanging interests from ancient times to the present.

However, for example, the family members of bureaucrats who open supermarkets to sell tobacco and alcohol are simply excessive, and it depends on whether people are willing to check it.

This is the disadvantage of the men in the family who can't afford it, holding a golden rice bowl and begging for food, nothing more than this.

The limitations of his vision are like Zhao Guoji, the younger brother of the serious aunt of the founding magnates, it can be said that he has no resources, but he has become a slave who runs errands and gets angry.

According to Jia Cong, even if Zhao Guoji reveals his identity and goes around the field, there are many people who flatter him, send silver, houses, land and daughter-in-law.

In order to cling to the powerful, there has never been a shortage of people who do not hesitate to spend their blood, otherwise there would not be so many cases of fake eunuchs and fake magnates in all dynasties.

Jia Cong looked at the silver, stretched out his hand and rubbed his face, three hundred taels of silver was simply sold at home compared to the reputation of Rongguo Mansion.

If he is now Baoyu's age and goes out in person, with this one script, he will be a few thousand taels of silver in his pocket, and he can also get the reputation of a young talent.

In Jia Cong's view, birth is the best resource, and there are many inspirational stories in later generations of famous families, and then they fall and then counterattack.

Compared with ordinary people, one's background determines one's vision and thinking, as well as the help that can be obtained from the outside world, which is a resource.

Even if the Rongguo Mansion is copied in the future, if the Rongguo Mansion has a descendant, it will only be a matter of ten or twenty years to turn over, and the future generations will understand this kind of thing.

However, Rongguofu bet on Baoyu, Baoyu became a monk, and Jia Lan hung up before he could get out, so he could only be sad.

Thinking of raiding his home, Jia Cong shook his head, he still continued to work hard to save capital for his future, and his future days are inseparable from the current struggle.

After opening a letter of silver and picking out fifty taels, Jia Cong handed it to Zhao Guoji: "Take thirty taels to Ni Er, it's annoying him to pull the strings, and the remaining twenty taels are enough for you to repay the account and spend a while." What to say, you naturally know. ”

Zhao Guoji Nuono answered, but Jia Huan heard that it was wrong, and pulled Zhao Guoji and asked, "Where do you owe the money? ”

Zhao Guoji hurriedly gambled: "There is no gambling money." ”

Jia Cong smiled and relieved Zhao Guoji: "Brother Huan, don't make trouble." At your uncle's age, he is not allowed to look at a girl and buy something to give away. He will inevitably have some credit on account for that little month. ”

said, and said to Zhao Guoji: "As long as you keep your mouth tight, I still have something to explain to you in a few days." The benefits are yours. ”

Seeing that Zhao Guoji nodded, Jia Cong took another fifty taels to Jia Huan, and asked with a smile: "You keep it for yourself, or put it here with me." ”

Jia Huan frowned and worried for a while: "I want to give it to my aunt, but I'm afraid that she will talk nonsense." Forget it, I'll leave it with you. Jia Cong smiled and said: "Go out another day and exchange it for a land deed or house deed, and you will give it to your aunt again." ”

It is a big taboo to buy property privately in these years, and as long as Aunt Zhao is not stupid and stupid, she will never dare to say it.

After dividing the money, Jia Cong looked at the two hundred taels of snow silver he had gotten in his hand, squinted his eyes, and finally had the silver, and he could start to implement his plan.

"Brother Cong, those sample books outside ......"

Zhao Guoji asked in a low voice. Jia Cong waved his hand: "Ming'er will bring in a few copies, and sell the rest if you can, and burn it if you can't." ”

I wrote it myself, so I have to take a look.

In ancient times, he finally published a book with his family background, and Jia Cong didn't know whether to be happy or sad in his heart, and the street writer was so entangled.

Carved beams and painted buildings, embroidered tents and curtains, full of piano books, smoke curling, fragrant people.

In the scarlet tent, a white lotus-like arm stretched out, and long ink-colored hair was entangled in the moon-white quilt, like a delicate enamel painting.

"Daughter, it's time to get up and clean up. ”

The ladyboy in the tent replied, "Got it." ”

sat up lazily, put on a cyan embroidered coat, and got out of bed leisurely, with a kind of graceful elegance in his actions.

Get up and sit in front of the red sandalwood makeup table, combing in the mirror, in the mandarin duck mirror, the eyebrows are like distant mountains, the eyes are like horizontal waves, the brilliance is dazzling, almost like the rising moon of tomorrow, a peerless beauty.

After finishing her makeup for a while, the beauty pinched the orchid in the bronze bottle and embellished it in her ear, but she saw that it was still early and was not disappointed.

The white jade-like fingers tapped across the bookshelf, occasionally pulling out a copy, but turning it over slightly, and then throwing it aside, the willow eyebrows frowned lightly, and sighed delicately: "Xue'er, where did you buy the book yesterday?"

"Go back to my sister, put it on the table. ”

The little girl with a double mustache came in with a cup of tea, walked to the table, picked up the book on the table, a thin book, inscribed with three words of Qingniang's biography, and wrote Enhouzi at the bottom.

The beauty smiled: "This name is interesting." ”

The little maid smiled and said: "I bought it because I saw this name, and it has the same name as my sister, but it is so coincidental." ”

[The family is not hugely rich, but it is also well-off. gave birth to a daughter, named Xiaoqing...... Beijing is rich and rich, but it is not easy to live in a big place...... Living in the same hospital, the relatives come and go, very close, and the children of each family are also friendly......]

The beauty named Qingniang seemed to remember something, her expression was slightly gloomy, and she smiled slightly: "This opening is quite a fireworks in the world." ”。