Lin Yi continued to carry the heavy bookbag and searched for books all the way. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But he didn't dare to go to those big sets of books and brick books anymore, and the set of "Zizhi Tongjian" in the bookbag already made him unbearable, and he regretted not letting Lao Huang follow, otherwise he wouldn't have to be so distressed.

This antique city in Luoyang is very large, and Lin Yi spent most of the day to visit less than half of it. There is no way, he is very slow to buy books, often stopping in front of a stall for a while, until he has finished reading all the old books on the stall, and there are no fish that have slipped through the net, and he leaves satisfied.

Needless to say, after this trip, he found a few more books, namely a version of Mo Yan's "Breast and Fat Buttocks", "Frog", and "Transparent Carrot".

Mo Yan was shortlisted for the Nobel Prize in Literature this year, and Lin Yi believes that his works will surely increase in value in the future, especially the famous first editions.

"Breast and Fat Buttocks" in 1996, one edition and one printing, the purchase price is 10 yuan.

"Frog" in 2009, Shanghai Literature and Art Publishing House printed one edition in December, the purchase price is 8 yuan.

"Transparent Carrot" in 1986, the writer published 1 edition and 1 printing, and the purchase price was 100 yuan.

Among them, "Transparent Carrot" is a small leak, and it has now been auctioned for three or four hundred yuan on the Internet.

In addition, Lin Yi bought two sets of "Burning Books" and "Continuing to Burn Books" published by Zhonghua Book Company in the 70s, which cost 25 yuan. "Selected Poems of Bai Juyi", 1962 edition, People's Literature Publishing House, cost 15 yuan.

As soon as he put these in the bag, Lin Yi immediately regretted it, he bought too much, it was too heavy.

Especially when it was close to noon and the sun was out, he was carrying and carrying it, and the two large bags of books were as heavy as if they had been filled with lead water.

I'm too tired, let's find a place to rest first.

Just when Lin Yi was looking for a place to rest, he saw a dark-looking man in his forties shouting at him at a stall not far away: "Little brother, haven't you found a stall yet?" It's all packed, so come here and rest your feet first! ”

It turned out that he regarded Lin Yi as a colleague, because he came late and didn't find a place to set up a stall.

Lin Yiwaner, looking at his big bags and small bags, he really looks like he is selling books at a stall. So he didn't explain, but went to rest under the man's stall.

The man was holding a pergola, that is, those parasols printed with Coca-Cola, and he was happily laughing, and when he saw Lin Yi coming, he stuffed him with a newspaper and said, "Sit down and rest for a while, and then find a stall later--- of course, if you don't dislike it, you can get together with me." I don't think you have a lot of books with you. ”

Lin Yi said thank you, and then took the newspaper and fanned it a few times, it was only April, and it was so hot.

The man was a chatterbox, so he took out a cigarette and handed it to Lin Yi, Lin Yi hurriedly took it, and took out his own cigarette from his pocket and handed it over.

The man smiled at a glance and said, "Oh, it's still Su Yan, brother, although your business is small, you smoke good cigarettes." ”

Lin Yi smiled and said, "I don't have any hobbies, I smoke blindly." ”

The man sniffed the cigarette and lit it, "This is not a blind smoke, a box is dozens, enough for me to sell several books." After speaking, he took a sip, coughed twice, and said: "But it's not easy to make money, I suggest you, it's better to save a little, just smoke and smoke generally, save more money, and marry a wife in the future." By the way, are you married? ”

Lin Yi couldn't help laughing, "Not yet." ”

"Is there a target?"

"There it is."

"Oh, forget it, if I don't have one, I can introduce you to one, who also does this business, and looks beautiful. I think it's a good fit for you. ”

Lin Yi fainted, and when he met such an enthusiastic person for the first time, he not only let himself gather a stall, but also introduced himself to someone.

Next, the man directly introduced himself, saying that his name was "Wang Changlin", he was from Shaanxi, and he had no hobbies in his life, so he loved to read and sell books.

Lin Yi has always been a good listener, and he listens to what others say. This Wang Changlin is also a warm-hearted master, and soon took the initiative to call Lin Yi a brother and sister, and poured out all the words full of stomachs. In particular, he talked in detail about how he embarked on the "road of no return" of buying and selling used books.

"I remember that it was in '93, on Sundays, there would be three or four used book stalls in front of our Xinhua bookstore, because the price of books was much cheaper than that of the bookstore, so the business was not bad.

At that time, I had finished junior high school and had been in my mother's unit for several years. Sometimes I'm really idle and bored, and on Sundays, I always go to a stall owner in front of the bookstore and spend three cents a copy to buy some "Overseas Nebula" magazines and take them home to read. Because the magazine was so thin, I couldn't help but read it, and I saved more than 100 copies in less than a month. At that time, I thought it was a pity to sell scrap, so I took it to the front of the bookstore and sold it.

At that time, I remember that I also took some old books from home and sold them. What extracurricular books in junior high school, as well as some fairy tale books that I read when I was a child, and then there is a pirated version of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" with dozens of typos in each piece. The best book is a set of "Romance of the Gods" that I borrowed from a relative a long time ago and forgot to return the five-year-old edition, so I only sold it for five yuan. Later, the relative's son snuck up to my bookstall and asked him to take several books from my bookstand! I've also given them a lot of leftover books that I sold, which can be considered a rip-off! That day, I sold a book, and it sold very well, and almost all the books I brought with me all day were sold out, and there were not a few copies left, and in the end it was about seventy or eighty yuan sold! It's going to make me so happy. At that time, I remember that I only earned 150 yuan a month! Give it to your mother for 120 yuan, leave 30 yuan, and spend it yourself. All of a sudden, it was sold for seventy or eighty yuan in one day, and I was so happy. It's a great deal to make! I can't help but think like this in my heart, and I also dream of making a fortune......

But then the most worrying thing also came, that is, the source of the book. At that time, Leng Ding sold books, and he didn't know that there was a scrap yard as a cheap place to buy books, and others knew about it, but no one told you! At that time, as soon as I got off work, I went around the city, looking for book sources. Don't say it, I really found a privately owned bookstore that sells pirated martial arts books. There are a set of seven dollars, and there are also a set of five dollars. At that time, I was not very interested in selling pirated martial arts books, and suddenly, I found an old book with uneven thickness in a corner under the counter. When I looked at it, it was all some reference books from the seventies and eighties. There are electricians, there are carpenters. There were really no books to sell! So I asked the young landlady, 'How do you sell these books?' ''Ahh Those books were put there by someone else and asked me to sell them on my behalf, with a 50% discount. At that time, my heart was moved, and after reading the price of the book, the highest was more than eight cents, the lowest was eight cents, and there were about 30 books! I bought them all, and it cost me more than seven dollars. Later, it probably sold for more than 50 yuan! This is the second time I've made money on books, the first time being more than three dollars on "The Shadow of Ping".

Eventually, I was able to find a privately owned scrap yard. On the first day, I received a small bag of revolutionary-themed novels, and at that time, the books in the scrapyard were sold for six cents a pound, and the books on the scrap truck outside were sold for one dollar a pound. Those books still have an impression now: "The Song of Ouyang Hai", "The Iron Arm of the Copper Wall", "Spring and Autumn in a Small Town", and later I remember that "Spring and Autumn in a Small Town", which was priced at a few cents, was sold for a high price of ten yuan at my own bookstall in front of the bookstore on Sunday!

I remember that at that time, the price on the back of the old book was very low, usually a few cents. You want to be high! The customer who bought the book said, 'It's only a few cents, why are you selling it for a few dollars?' I explained to them, 'This was the price 10 years ago!' Later, when I got bored, I simply used an oil pen to change the price of the book to fifteen or twenty. They don't say books are expensive anymore. I remember one time, an old man who bought books bought a copy of "Three Heroes and Five Righteousness" at my stall, and after reading the book, I changed the price and paid the money, and nodded at me as if he had won a treasure and said, "Young man, it's good." You only sell a book for 3 yuan for 20 yuan, which is so cheap! Later, I learned that changing the later pricing in this way would affect the collectible value of the edition, and I never did it again.

Another time, on May Day, when the factory was working overtime, I gave our department chief 50 yuan, and he let me sell good books comfortably at home for three days. I sold it for more than 600 yuan! I made about 500 yuan! Since then, I have felt that this business is good, a few cents a pound, a few dollars a copy, and it is much easier to make money than to go to work. As you know, I only made 150 dollars a month at that time? So I made up my mind, took a leave of absence from pay at the factory, and devoted myself to selling used books.

I still remember that on the afternoon of the day when I was on leave without pay, I was lying on the scrap truck opposite the scrap station, and suddenly I had a feeling of relief, and I no longer had to look at the face of the leader and get along with my colleagues carefully. I'm free to be myself.

But now I understand that everything will change, and now what kind of civilization construction is being carried out in the city, those of us who set up stalls to sell books have become bedbugs, and we are driven around, and we can't pay the money, and people just won't let you put it. Tell me, I'm so old, what else can I do but buy and sell old books? Let me go to the hotel to serve dishes and sweep the floor, I can't do that job, and I can't do it. I didn't expect that my life would be reversed in my forties, and it was really not a taste to think about it. ”

After Wang Changlin said this, his face was full of vicissitudes, but Lin Yi heard from it that it was not easy for them to run bookstalls--- how to survive in the city, if they only saw them living chic before, now they see that it is difficult. Isn't it ridiculous that a huge city can't accommodate a few used book stalls?

Just as Lin Yi was thinking, suddenly, there was a commotion not far ahead.

Wang Changlin bit his cigarette and glanced over there, then spat fiercely and said: "The big player has come out, look at it, this is the real one who plays books, which is like us, it is simply for food!" ”

Lin Yi was surprised, what do you mean? I couldn't help but look over there--- (To be continued.) )