Although the Ming Dynasty novel style prevailed, this was a bit bold after all, and Yan Chengjin had no bottom in his heart.

"Wait!" Strictly abide by how can he stop him, and said with a heartache: "Dad's original intention is to pass on to future generations, is it for the bookseller to make a profit, the bookseller is treacherous and cunning, deceiving people and taking profits, Dad won't give it!" ”

If you don't find a bookseller, do you still want to publish a book at your own expense?

Dad was born as a scholar, and the class solidification of Shinong and industrial and commercial thinking is quite serious.

Many scholars who can afford to pass the subsistence line also look down on businessmen.

Let you make money, but not let you lose!

Yan Chengjin held the manuscript in his arms.

"Dad is confused, don't let more people see it, how can you pass on to future generations? Besides, how well it is written should be evaluated by the world, and how can it be evaluated if Dad doesn't show it to others? Yan Chengjin said as he pulled hard before breaking Yan Ke's loose hand.

"What the world thinks? That's right...... What will the world say? Yan Kesong muttered.

Yan Chengjin was not worried: "Dad, it's time for you to go to the court." ”

"Oh, I almost forgot about my father, and I have to pay back Brother Jingming's share today."

Before leaving, Yan Kesong advised: "Don't let the bookseller sell it expensively, and the poor people will look down on it, even if you don't take a penny, just print and distribute the book." ”

Yan Chengjin is so well-behaved, sensible and filial, of course his father's instructions are......

Yang is against yin.

Yan Chengjin went out in person, and finally found out about the largest Jinglun bookstore in the capital, and he was sent away without even seeing the shopkeeper.

Yan Chengjin's face darkened instantly, gave Erwen money, and said, "I don't know that this book is edited by the court...... My dad wrote it. ”

The bookstore Xiao Er whispered: "The little one said, but the shopkeeper shirked it in every possible way, but he just refused to come." ”

All right......

Editing this official, in the territory of the capital, it is indeed smaller than sesame.

Just now when I came out of the bookstore, a person took the initiative to come up and talk.

"You want to print a book?" Wang Busui heard what he said just now.

Wang Busui said with a smile: "The owner of Jinglun Bookstore must have thought that the books written by the editors were historical classics, old-fashioned and jerky, not like those amazing and glamorous Qinglou talents, who wrote the wind and snow, and the circulation was amazing, so he naturally didn't want to come." ”

Yan Chengjin felt that it made sense, and businessmen were profitable.

Even if there was engraving printing in the Ming Dynasty, the speed was not very fast.

After printing this, other books can't be printed, choose one of the two, let Yan Cheng Jinxuan, and he will also choose Fenghua Xueyue.

Yan Chengjin's eyes fell on that person, who looked like "I'm going to go bankrupt tomorrow", his clothes were sloppy, and his face was a little rich.

"What's the matter with you?"

Wang Busui said with a smile: "I'll be the east, let's find a teahouse and talk slowly." ”

"Don't talk about it."

Suddenly, the man bowed down at Yan Chengjin's feet and said, "The villain's bookstore, the business is bleak, and it is about to go out of business, so I dared to come to Jinglun to see if there are any fish that have slipped through the net." And he let it go.

Yan Chengjin came back to his senses, being a cheap dad is a dead horse? You didn't look away, and that's what I thought......

The room steward who came with him was uncomfortable at the moment, this was insulting the ink he had sharpened last night.

He stood all night, grinding the ink finely, at least half of this book was his own painstaking work, this dog thing was so insulting, at this moment, it actually let out a dog-like roar.

Yan Chengjin decided to give him a chance and found a teahouse to sit down.

"Is your bookstore hand-copied or printed with movable type?"

The bookseller was a little proud: "It's a movable type print, and the villain's bookstore is called Lao Wang's study, and the size is also a bookstore, isn't it?" ”

Yan Chengjin nodded, and began to negotiate the price, naturally he would not let him see a trace of emotion: "One book sells for half a tael, eighty-two split the account, I am eight and you two, if you can, let my housekeeper go and get the note." ”

Wang Busui was almost choked to death.

The young master of a big family, who doesn't know how to eat grains, dares to sell half a tael of silver for a book?

You must know that an acre of land is only thirty taels of silver, ordinary people, where have they seen silver, this is Cheng Cheng Cheng let him close the door.

Suddenly, I regretted it a little, and I lost money if the deal failed.

The editor is an official, and Wang Busui didn't dare to directly contradict it: "Young master, the price of this book ...... It's too expensive, I'm afraid I won't be able to sell a few copies, can you let the villain read the book first. ”

He was going to slip away, and it was a little rude to leave directly.

Wang Busui knows that people who read have a good face.

Read the book and then go, and then you have done your best.

If buying and selling is not benevolent, even the young master of the official family can't say anything.

Yan Chengjin also wanted to set it higher, for fear of being beaten to death by his father, so he set a half price, which sounds very cheap.

"It's a legend, you have to read it carefully and savor it."

Wang Busui took the manuscript suspiciously, and after a while, his expression became richer and richer, his eyes were straight, and he said with a sigh: "It can be sold!" The young master can sell this book, even if it sells for one or two pieces of silver, some people want it! ”

"The young master opened half a tael, do you dare to add another half tael? How dare you abuse my master's book so badly! The housekeeper's teeth rattled.

Wang Busui trembled and said: "Young master, this book can really be sold for one or two silver, let's print it in two batches, one batch to buy the best paper, print it to sell to the dignitaries in the capital, and then buy a batch to buy the worst paper, print it and sell it to the ordinary people, this dignitaries are not short of one or two silver!" ”

Selling by crowd, this person has a good business vision!

Do you still want the whole user persona?

Actually, Yan Chengjin also thinks so.

The Matthew effect in the capital of the Ming Dynasty was serious, and there were many gentry with silver, and one or two pieces of silver to buy a pastime were not enough for large families.

Wang Busui put the manuscript in his pocket, immediately wrote a note, and watched Yan Chengjin sign the note, he secretly felt that his bookstore, which was about to go bankrupt, had hope!

"According to what the young master said, the villain only has a small request, you can ...... I can't look for any other bookstore. ”

Yan Chengjin said: "If Young Master Ben says that he will only give it to you, he will only give it to you, and you must not spread it!" ”

A few days later, the Yan Mansion was as calm as usual.

Jingshi is already boiling, and in the deep boudoir compound, many young ladies from large families are holding a book called Dream Building, and they are obsessed with it.

Teahouses, taverns, inns and some Fengyue places, all talked about this book, many readers, while criticizing the people who wrote this book are vulgar and shallow, but they read it with relish.

The eleventh year of Hongzhi was the year of prosperity in Hongzhi, and most of the people had some silver in their hands.

As the saying goes, when you are full and hungry, you will naturally want to have some other fun.

Opera has long been tired of listening, and the rise of novels at this time is just in response to the needs of the moment.

The house manager who went out to buy couldn't help but trot back with joy: "Master, the book is printed!" ”

"Quickly bring it to Young Master Ben and take a look." Yan Chengjin took the book.

The pulp is not finely ground, it is very rough, it should be the poor version of Wang Busui's mouth.

"Show my dad first!" Yan Kesong smiled, and looked at the house manager a little nervously: "Now...... What is the evaluation of Kyoshi? ”

The housekeeper wanted to speak and stopped: "Master, I don't dare to say." ”