10,000!

10,000 yuan is naturally not worth mentioning for a clan nobleman like Li Xu, but for ordinary people like Xie Sanyuan, it is already an astronomical amount!

He has been a bookstore for so many years, and the money he earns together will not exceed this number.

Xie Sanyuan swallowed his saliva and looked up at the young man in front of him again, his voice trembling faintly.

"Three...... San Lang, are you telling the truth? ”

Lin Zhao's face was still a little red, and he said in a low voice: "I should have been able to sell it for more money, but ...... The identity of the buyer is here, and my seventh uncle comes forward, so it is not good to ask for a high price, this price is more appropriate, and the second is to make the buyer owe us a favor. ”

Xie Sanyuan took several deep breaths, and then pulled Lin Zhao into his courtyard, he lowered his voice and said, "San Lang, let's go into the house and talk about it." ”

Lin Zhao nodded and followed Xie Sanyuan into Xie's house.

Xie Sanyuan walked in front and saw his eldest daughter waiting in the yard, and after shaking his head secretly, he said to his daughter: "San Lang has drunk wine, you go and cook some ginger tea to relieve him of hangover." ”

Xie Yuran nodded hurriedly and responded, "I'll go now." ”

Lin Zhao shook his head again and again: "Boss, don't bother Sister Xie, I don't have anything to do." ”

Xie Sanyuan turned his head to look at Lin Zhao with a serious face.

"No matter what the reason is, you don't need to call me after the word "owner", if San Lang can afford me, call me uncle."

Lin Zhao and Xie Sanyuan have been in contact for almost two months, and they know that the owner of Sanyuan Bookstore has no bad intentions, and he is a person who can be friends. ”

Xie Sanyuan smiled at this time, took Lin Zhao's hand, entered his study and sat down, and while pouring tea for Lin Zhao, he said, "San Lang tell me about the before and after of the matter." ”

After Lin Zhao took a sip of strong tea, most of the wine was gone, and he said in a deep voice: "This evening, when I closed the shop and went home, my seventh uncle brought a young man to look for me......

Lin Zhao explained the matter roughly, and then said: "That's about it, after I told them about the price, I came to Uncle Xie, this thing was not made by Lin Zhao alone, I must inform Uncle Xie." ”

Speaking of this, he bowed his head slightly and said apologetically: "Originally, this matter should have been discussed with Uncle Xie in advance, but it happened suddenly...... Those two people, Uncle Xie and I can't afford to offend, I can only metabolize Uncle and answer the rules. ”

Xie Sanyuan silently took a sip of tea, and then slowly spoke: "San Lang, what you said is right, even if there is no noble son of Chang'an, and the single unit Dagong asks for this thing alone, we have to give it, and now they are polite enough to be willing to pay for it, so it is naturally better." ”

The people do not fight with the officials.

Lin Yuanda was originally a fourth-grade official of the imperial court, and for Yuezhou, he was a figure in the Nine Heavens, even if he was in trouble now and lost his official body, he was still the heaviest one in Yuezhou City.

Since he returned to Yuezhou, Yang Pu, the governor of Yuezhou, has to go to Lin's house to greet this Lin Shilang every New Year's holiday, and sometimes even comes to the door in person, but he may not be able to see Lin Jian.

Xie Sanyuan lowered his head and pondered for a while, then said: "This deal was proposed by you San Lang, I just ran errands this month, since someone paid for this thing, naturally San Lang should take the lion's share." ”

He gritted his teeth and said, "That's it, I'll take 2,000 guan, and San Lang, you take 8,000 guan, how about it?" ”

For a businessman, it is not easy to make this kind of decision, but Xie Sanyuan also has his own considerations, he is different from Lin Zhao, he doesn't even have the opportunity to contact Lin Yuanda, let alone meet the son surnamed Li from the capital, he is just an ordinary small bookseller in Yuezhou, and he doesn't dare to take too much in this matter.

To put it mildly, although Lin Zhao came from a humble background, he had the tall Lin Shilang behind him, and Xie Sanyuan was just a small bookseller with no background.

"If you say in advance that you will get fifty-five points, then you will get five or five points."

Lin Zhao's face was solemn: "Uncle Xie has contributed a lot to the things that can be made, and this time in addition to this 10,000 yuan, Uncle Seventh has a house to give me, and I really need to have a house in Yuezhou City, so this house will not be divided with Uncle Xie." ”

"If Uncle Xie wants to take care of this, he can convert it at the market price."

In Lin Zhao's heart, there is just a concept of movable type, this thing can come out within a month, to a large extent, it is due to the busyness of Xie Sanyuan, an insider in the industry, for a month, if Lin Zhao is allowed to do it himself, it will take him at least half a year or even a year to get this thing out.

Xie Sanyuan smiled bitterly and said: "San Lang don't want to say such things, where can I covet the house that Lin Shilang gave you?" ”

After taking a few sips of tea, Lin Zhao's wine was almost gone, he looked up at Xie Sanyuan, and said in a low voice: "I came to see Uncle Xie tonight, in addition to sharing money with Uncle Xie, there is another more important matter to discuss with Uncle Xie." ”

Xie Sanyuan was now in a state of extreme excitement, and immediately looked at Lin Zhao when he heard this.

"What's the matter?"

"Although I don't know what the use of Uncle Seven and that Chang'an man want this movable type, but after they get their hands on it, it won't be long before it will be made public to the world, and then our printing workshop can certainly make money, but the profits will soon shrink to the level of Uncle Xie's original workshop."

"Therefore, according to my meaning, our new workshop, after printing the first batch of Blue Mountain collections, will be temporarily suspended."

Xie Sanyuan frowned: "Even if this thing is to be made public to the world, it will take at least a year or so for the price of books to slowly begin to decline, there is no need to stop the new workshop at this time?" ”

"Wooden type is not usable."

Lin Zhao's voice was low: "Uncle Xie, you have been doing it for more than a month, you should know better than me, the things printed by wooden movable type are blurry compared to engraving, and the quality is much worse." ”

"What can really replace engraving is lead movable type."

"Lead movable type should be cast out of copper mold, and after it is made, it can completely replace the engraving on the market, but the process of this thing is much more complex than that of wooden movable type, and it is estimated that it will take a year of busy work to completely get it out."

Speaking of this, a smile appeared on Lin Zhao's face.

"A year later, movable type should have been implemented by Uncle Seven, and at that time, the printing workshops of the entire Great Zhou should have to contact movable type, and when the time comes, as long as we can get the lead movable type out, we can make a lot of money!"

Xie Sanyuan hadn't figured out Lin Zhao's words for a while, he frowned and asked, "How to make money?" ”

"Naturally, it was a cast lead movable type mold and sold to other printing workshops at a high price."

Lin Saburo smiled, smiling very slyly.

"The things printed by the movable type will only be better than the engraving, not worse than the engraving, as long as we can get this thing, they will have to buy it, and the income will be far more than this ten thousand yuan."

Boss Xie sat opposite Lin Zhao, and his breathing suddenly became heavy.

He is a bookseller and an insider, and he knows better than Lin Zhao what the concept of movable type printing is better than that of engraving printing!

He looked up at Lin Zhao and deliberately lowered his voice.

"I'll go find some coppersmiths tomorrow and start thinking about it."

Lin Zhao smiled slightly, and was about to speak, when a familiar voice came from the door of the study.

"Daddy, the ginger tea is ready."