The next day, it was just dawn.

The fact that Fengqi Tower was full on a rainy night last night spread like the wind to all the green buildings, kiln halls and Qingqi halls in Hangzhou.

In this regard, those kiln halls were only a little shocked because they were different from the customers of Fengqi Tower, and they didn't have too many other ideas.

But the stewards of the Qinglou and Qingqi Pavilion couldn't sit still anymore, some of them had a strong sense of crisis in their hearts, and some of them found a new way of wealth in shock.

At this moment, in a fairly good Qingqi Pavilion, a young and handsome man was reading aloud the fragment of "The Legend of Mortal Immortal Cultivation" bought at a high price from outside, and there were more than 20 young men and women standing opposite the man, who pricked up their ears and listened thoughtfully.

I don't know how long it took, the man's voice stopped abruptly, he looked up at the steward sitting in the chair next to him, and said softly: "Steward Zhang, I'm done reading!" ”

"Hmm!" Steward Zhang nodded, his eyes swept to the people opposite, and said in a deep voice: "Let's talk about it, what's so good about this story?" I'm going to invite some scholars over in the afternoon and write a book or two like this and try to run it! ”

"Steward, I'm ...... I ......"

"If you have anything to say, don't talk about it!"

"I think this story is very ordinary, and I don't think it's any good!"

"Not good? It's not good, those boys and buddies have been drilling into the broken place of Fengqi Tower for three nights in a row! The night before, he snatched all the guests from the red banquet in Wanhualou, and even last night it was full of guests when it rained heavily! If that's not good, then what's good? ”

"But I don't really think there's anything particularly appealing! Steward Zhang, do you think you will buy it back, this episode itself is not good? ”

Steward Zhang groaned slightly, squinted his eyes and said to a strong man next to him: "You go to that scholar and buy some more stories to come back, you want a coherent plot, understand?" ”

The strong man nodded yes and hurriedly left.

After a while, the strong man ran back with a thick stack of papers.

However......

When everyone listened to the newly purchased storyline, they still felt that this story was very ordinary, and it was not as exciting as rumored!

For a while, no one could figure out why those boys loved to listen to this story so much!

Meanwhile.

Similar images have appeared in many other green buildings.

"Let's all talk about our feelings!"

"This story doesn't sound as good as it sounds!"

"I also think it's very ordinary, I almost fell asleep just now!"

"I think the content of the story is okay, but I don't know why, and it's always hard to get excited when I listen to it......"

Everyone was gossiping, and the more the bustard listened, the more angry he became, and he slapped the table and said angrily: "A bunch of waste, let you listen to a story, you can't hear what's good, do you still want to bring the guests back!" ”

Everyone lowered their heads, and one by one they were aggrieved like a schoolboy who had made a mistake.

The old bustard took a few deep breaths, calmed down his anger a bit, and then continued: "I didn't mean to embarrass you, but do you know? I went to the academy just now, and there are actually many scholars who have been invited by other Qinglou, as for their intentions, I don't say that you should have guessed it! When the time comes, the scholars invited by others will write better stories than us, so how will we compete with others in the future? ”

Hearing this, some people are disdainful, after all, the charm of the Qinglou is not to tell any broken stories, but there are still many people who understand in their hearts that maybe from today onwards, how many guests can patronize the Qinglou, a wonderful story definitely plays a pivotal role.

At this time, a young woman hesitated slightly, bit her lower lip, and said weakly: "Mom, why don't we find a way to dig up that Fang Jiu from Fengqi Tower, so that the problem will be completely solved?" ”

The old bustard was stunned, slapped his thigh suddenly, and said excitedly: "Yes, why didn't I think of this!" ”

It's a pity that she is not the only one who has this idea, when the sun just hung on the branches, many people came to Fengqi Tower.

After some people came in, they directly asked Yang Ma to make a price, wanting to buy Fang Jiu. Some people either threatened or befriended Yang Mapan, hoping to borrow Fang Jiu for a few days, of course, whether they would return it at that time is not certain.

In short, for a whole morning, the threshold of Fengqi Tower was about to be broken. However, it was precisely because of this that Yang Ma understood the importance of Fang Jiu more and more, so in the face of various temptations and threats, she finally withstood all the pressure and did not make any compromises.

Of course, what Yang Ma didn't know was that in addition to those who came up on the surface, there were also many people who bypassed her and quietly found someone to talk to Fang Jiu, hoping to buy "The Legend of Mortal Immortal Cultivators" at a high price, but the high price was simply a joke in Fang Jiu's eyes.

Three hundred taels, five hundred taels, and the highest one is seven hundred taels!

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, these bids are indeed very high, after all, an ordinary family has three or five hundred taels of silver, and they can almost live a peaceful life.

But what is "The Legend of Mortal Cultivation of Immortals"?

It is one of the most popular online novels in the 21st century, and the copyright alone may cost tens of millions, and just a few hundred taels of silver want to buy "The Legend of Mortal Cultivation of Immortals", and Fang Jiu's brain has not entered the water, how can he sell it!

What's more, there are only two or three novels in Fang Jiu's mind, which is one less than one, and he still expects these books to earn him endless points!

But......

Although Fang Jiu was not ready to sell the "Legend of Mortal Immortal Cultivators" cheaply, this matter made him think of a good deal that killed two birds with one stone, that is, printing! Vend!

As long as the "Legend of Mortal Immortal Cultivators" can be printed and sold, then not only can you earn a lot of silver, but it is also possible to earn inexhaustible points.

You must know that since yesterday noon the 'Smoke Lock Pond Willow' was absolutely announced, Fang Jiu found that his points would suddenly rise by one or two points in a short time, although there were very few and there was no law at all, but it obviously proved that foreign objects could also help him earn extra points.

It's just that the current dynasty is not as modern as the modern one, and it is illegal to print a large number of books privately, so if this problem is not solved, it is obviously unrealistic to earn silver and points by selling books.

Thinking of this, Fang Jiu's brows couldn't help but furrow deeply, and he quickly thought of a solution in his mind.

After a while, a name suddenly popped up in Fang Jiu's mind - Mo Yu. But in an instant, Fang Jiu shook his head again and threw the name out of his mind.

As a highly respected scholar of the academy, if he prints some pure literary works such as poetry collections, he may be able to help, but a popular novel like "The Legend of Mortal Cultivation of Immortals" must be unacceptable to Mr. Mo Yu's thinking.

When the time comes, not only will it not help, but it will also play a big counterproductive role, then he will want to cry without tears.

As soon as he thought of this, Fang Jiu fell into contemplation again, and after a while, the corners of his mouth suddenly rose, and he finally thought of a person with an identity, status, and ideas that didn't seem to be conservative!

That is the third son of the Sihu family - Wang Yishan!