At this time, in front of the old pen fast, there were many people shouting and shouting, sweeping away the calm of the past. There were only a few people who came to the bookstore in earnest, but more of them were a step late like the scholar just now, and they couldn't buy "The Legend of Mortal Cultivation of Immortals".

Among them, there are scholars and talents, children of rich families, storytellers in teahouses, and heroes with swords and swords, but anyone who has read this book, even if it is just the beginning, cannot resist the charm of this book.

Looking at the empty bookshelves, some people sighed, some asked for additional printing, and some pulled Gao Laosan to make a deposit, saying that he must leave a copy of Yunyun after the additional printing.

Gao Laosan was entangled by people, and said something like "It's being printed overnight, and it will be sold early tomorrow morning, please wait and see", but in his heart, he had already scolded Baihe and blew up the sky.

"It's so hateful!"

"You don't care about your own books, and when you see that the situation is not right, you run faster than a rabbit, leaving me alone to work here all day...... It's so hateful! ”

However, scolding and scolding, he was a little smiling on his face.

Just like Bai He, Gao Laosan thought that "The Legend of Mortal Immortal Cultivators" would be sold on the first day, and he would already snicker if he could sell more than 100 copies. But I didn't expect that there would be a robbery.

1,000 books, 100 taels each...... 100,000 taels! One hundred thousand taels of my Nima! Huge profits, ah, this is!

Are the people who buy books stupid? Certainly not stupid! They just have a lot of money.

The so-called Shenhao has always been limited by poverty.

"Reminder! It must be reminded! ”

"Even if you are coquettish, cute, and rolling, or even crying, making trouble, and hanging yourself, you have to urge Big Brother Bai to write! Because it's money to write...... "Gao Laosan is not poor, but his imagination is still a little insufficient, thinking about the white flowers and silver on the counter, he can't help but tremble a little: Since the first day of opening for business, there has never been such a high turnover!

At this moment, the crowd suddenly fell silent, and a quiet woman stepped out of the crowd.

Gao Laosan was ordering someone to clean up the bookshelf for tomorrow's book, when he suddenly noticed that something was wrong, so he even glanced back, but when he saw it, he was stunned for a moment: "Hey, you are ...... Miss Linglong?! ”

"Master Gao, don't come unharmed?" Miss Linglong smiled and confirmed his guess.

"Really...... It's really you! Hahaha...... Miss Linglong, you're back, I really haven't seen you for a long time...... Ouch! ”

Because the second lady often competes with others, and the cheats she wins are often sold in Lao Bizhai, so Gao Laosan and his father Mr. Gao are quite familiar with this Linglong lady. Gao Laosan was holding the big signboard in his hand at this time, but as soon as he saw Linglong, he was a little unstable, and he hit his foot with a "bang", and suddenly screamed in pain.

"Please ...... inside, please inside"

He jumped around while covering his feet, and invited Linglong into the house. Linglong couldn't help but chuckle: "Master Gao, I haven't seen you for half a year, you don't have to be so excited." ”

"Miss Linglong is as beautiful as a fairy, don't say that I haven't seen you for half a year, even if I haven't seen her for half a day, I will be very excited, haha...... Look at them, who is not overwhelmed by Miss Linglong's face? It's ...... drooling," Gao Laosan smiled and raised his chin.

Really.

I saw that everyone at the entrance of the bookstore all looked like a demented pig brother, and they all looked at her with straight eyes. Linglong's face flushed slightly, she had experienced this kind of battle countless times, and she didn't need to look back to imagine what the scene was.

"Gao Gongzi laughed." She was blessed, so she left everyone at the door and followed Gao Laosan into the house.

After some politeness, Miss Linglong explained her intentions.

Gao Laosan felt a little dumbfounded after hearing the "tsk" on the spot: "So...... Miss Linglong, you just returned to Jinling and haven't arrived home yet, but you just heard that Brother Bai has published a book, so you stopped by to come to my old pen fast? ”

"Exactly." Linglong nodded and smiled, and asked again: "I heard that the legend of mortal immortal cultivation is very wonderful, which makes people want to stop, I wonder if Gao Gongzi can borrow me to see it?" ”

She didn't ask Gao Laosan if he still had it, but asked him directly if he borrowed it.

Because when it comes to doing business, I'm afraid that no one in the whole of Jinling can be more skilled than her. So she knew that the so-called "sold out" Yunyun was just a statement to outsiders, and in private, Gao Laosan would definitely hide some inventory to deal with some guests who could not be offended. I don't dare to say much, but there are still eight out of ten.

Gao Laosan smiled, but he didn't deny it. He looked around and saw that no outsiders were present, so he took out a book from under the counter and handed it to Linglong like a thief. It is the "Legend of Mortal Cultivation of Immortals", and it is the hardcover version that Bai He took to give to the stewards in the house.

Linglong said thank you, then picked up the book and read it carefully by the light.

Gao Laosan smiled and reminded him very experiencedly: "Miss Linglong, you have to hide this book, if outsiders see it, I'm afraid it won't attract robbery." ”

Linglong turned a deaf ear. When she opened the book, she had already completely immersed herself in the world of the book.

Gao Laosan said again: "Speaking of which, Big Brother Bai really has a heart!" He knew that the second lady liked to listen to stories, and he actually wrote a biography of mortal cultivation of immortals for her, and it was written so well that once it was put on sale, it became popular in Jinling. I can't do such a romantic thing when I am noble, hey...... The second young lady has a husband like this, she is really envious of others! ”

Linglong still didn't say a word, except for constantly turning the pages of the book, she didn't say anything at all.

Not long after, she suddenly closed the book.

Gao Lao Sanqi said: "Miss Linglong, you haven't finished reading this book yet, why don't you continue to read it?" Isn't it pretty? ”

"No, it's not that it's not good-looking, but it's too good-looking...... Linglong shook her head lightly and sighed, "It's because it's so good-looking, so I can't bear to read it all at once." ”

"Miss is so determined!" Gao Laosan couldn't help but give a thumbs up and praise, "There are countless people who have read this book, but you are still the first one who can stop halfway, Miss." ”

"Gao Gongzi praised it falsely!" Linglong smiled. looked at the hardcover version in her hand, and she suddenly said again: "Gao Gongzi, you wait for me." Then he walked out.

After a while, she suddenly walked back again, still carrying a stack of books in her hand, about a dozen or twenty of them.

Gao Laosan asked: "Miss Linglong, ...... are you?"

Linglong replied: "I have been traveling from south to north these days, and I have collected a lot of strange and strange stories through hearsay, and I have recorded them one by one, I was going to give them to Qing'er's pastime, but now I ......" She glanced at the "Legend of Mortal Cultivation of Immortals" in her hand again, and suddenly laughed at herself, "It seems that there is no need for ......"

"As soon as "Fan Xiu" came out, there was no strange talk. With Big Brother Bai's masterpiece and beauty in front of him, how can I make these little stories so good? Gao Gongzi, why don't I give it to you. ”

"How can this be done?" Gao Laosan was taken aback, but before he finished speaking, Linglong had already walked away.

He was stunned, and suddenly opened the stack of books and saw a full page of Juanxiu's handwriting—it was not a printed story, but a handwritten copy.

The handwriting was familiar to him, and it was Linglong's handwriting.