Everyone looks good, and it's no problem to get on the road.

But Wen Chunhua's wife Zhou Kaiying was really not at ease, early in the morning, she rode a tricycle in a hurry and personally sent her man there.

When she arrived at the place, she saw that the work time was a little tight, otherwise she would have to help set up the book stall.

The bookstall was set up by Ling Er, and a long section was spread on the woven bag, putting Hong Kong and Taiwan martial arts, romance, and legends in the most conspicuous position in the front.

Although these are considered to be of low style, they can't stand the likes of the people!

"Oh, such a good poem, everyone needs to appreciate it too." Wen Chunhua really wanted to put a few avant-garde poetry collections at the forefront, "Strange forces are confused, and it is better not to show the books of love and love." ”

Even Zhang Ailing and Qiong Yao were classified by him as the remnants of the Mandarin Duck and Butterfly faction, and they were very unsightly.

"We have to take care of the actual needs of the people, most people's aesthetics are not as high as yours, we have to go step by step," Ling Er was really speechless to him, helping him, and coaxing him, what is this called? After everything was arranged, he said, "Okay, you figured out the price, right?" ”

"Most of them are sold for two yuan, which is okay, and the other dictionaries, ninety percent of the new ones are sold at a discount of 80% at the back of the book, and the dilapidated ones are sold at a 5% discount and 7% off, will it be too high?" Wen Chunhua was still a little hesitant.

Ling Er picked up a copy of the Modern Chinese Dictionary next to him, and said with a smile, "This book was priced at five yuan four a few years ago, do you know what the price of the bookstore is now?" Nine pieces of six.

This one is basically undamaged, although it is not the latest revised edition, but if you sell it for four dollars, someone must buy it. ”

It doesn't matter if no one sells it, you always have to keep two copies for façade.

"Hey, that's right," Wen Chunhua sighed, "In the past two years, except for the author's manuscript fee, everything has risen." ”

When the stall was erected, he sat on the pony, but he did not sit steadily, and occasionally when he looked over, he not only did not greet him, but also lowered his head.

Ling Er didn't make a move, the good guy did it to the end, and walked over to help take care of it.

"Hey, boss, two dollars, all for two dollars." Seeing a young man holding a copy of "Snow Mountain Flying Fox" and not letting go, Ling Er hurriedly handed over a sentence.

"It's all so broken." The young man flipped the pages from beginning to end.

Ling Er smiled and said, "At first glance, you are a person who loves to read, you said that if it is a new book, you will have no place to buy it for two yuan, at least five yuan." ”

The young man smiled, said no more, and paid the money.

"You walk slowly." Ling Er stuffed the money into Wen Chunhua's hand and said, "Do you see if it's simple?" What is there to be ashamed of, you are shouldering the heavy responsibility of prospering the cultural market of the motherland, how can you retreat? ”

Wen Chunhua gritted his teeth, just getting ready, and was confused by someone's words.

"This was published in '82, and the price is only three yuan a piece, and it's too dark for you to sell it for two dollars, and it's so old." A girl held a copy of "The Godfather" in her hand and bargained with Wen Chunhua.

Wen Chunhua couldn't find the right words to deal with for a while, so he could only look at Ling Er.

"Eldest sister," Ling Er sighed secretly in his heart, and said with a smile, "You can't count it like that, you have to have rare books now, I definitely don't dislike him, I will collect as much as I want, even if it is a book from the Republic of China, I want it, and I will collect ten times the price above him." ”

"You're really good at talking." The girl gave him a blank look and said, "Can't you give another price?" ”

Ling Er smiled and said, "If you look at the condition, it's basically nine-story new, and it's very well preserved. I've collected more than a dollar, and you've moved around all the way, and you can't let me lose money anymore. ”

The girl eventually paid for it.

Wen Chunhua was overjoyed.

took the initiative to ask Ying, and without Ling Er's help, he slowly sold it for more than ten yuan.

His confidence was even stronger, and after he was less nervous, he began to talk to the little old man who was setting up a fortune calculation stall next to him.

"You can't even read the Book of Changes, what kind of life is it?" His voice suddenly rose high.

As if he had been deceived.

"Hey, be quiet." The old man who told fortunes was in his sixties, not a crane with a childish face, and his appearance was not good, and when he was in a hurry, his small round eyes that were as big as mung beans also opened suddenly, this was to deliberately smash his own rice bowl, he said in a low voice, "I studied under "Mai Shenxiang" to read the face, not the fortune teller, do I need to read the "Book of Changes"?" ”

"Did you go out and look yourself in the mirror today? The side of the head is red, and the wealth is broken, and you should not go out today. Wen Chunhua glanced at him disdainfully.

The old man hurriedly took a small mirror from the grocery stall next to him and looked at it, feeling cold in his heart, thinking that Wen Chunhua was a bookseller dressed up as a peer, and he was deliberately humiliating himself?

Otherwise, how can you understand everything?

He snorted coldly, "Sometimes it's not allowed." ”

"Who said that?" Wen Chunhua instead took the initiative to maintain the authority of "Mai Shenxiang", and then glanced at him and said, "The hair and eyebrows lack daddy." ”

"What do you mean, deliberately squeezing people?" The old man was unhappy, if he hadn't been able to fight, he would have to fight Wen Chunhua on the spot.

Wen Chunhua smiled and didn't speak, just stared at him.

He was furious when he was seen, and he heard Wen Chunhua say, "Shaking his head and posing is not a good life, shrinking his head and dancing with his hands will be poor all his life." ”

The old man trembled angrily, and was about to face Wen Chunhua, and then fought back, when suddenly a girl with a bicycle ran over and said, "Master, go home, something happened." ”

"What's wrong?" The old man hurriedly asked.

"It's a thief, the door of our house has been pried." The girl said eagerly.

"Hey, hey." The old man hurriedly cleaned up the stall, snatched the girl's bicycle, and rode away first.

"This is the master." Several people reading books next to them, including men and women, were shocked by Wen Chunhua for a while, and asked Wen Chunhua to help him look at his face.

"The forehead is high, wide and flat, and the people of Fulu are lucky in the back of their heads." Wen Chunhua enjoyed the respect of others very much, and nodded a few words from others, and at the same time hoped to sell a few more books.

"Master, look at my son again." A middle-aged woman pushed her fifteen or sixteen-year-old child in front of Wen Chunhua.

Wen Chunhua continued, "The forehead is five inches wide and three inches high, and the young man must have fame." If you want money, you will get it, and if you ask for officials, you will come. ”

"Look at what the master says, don't be complacent." The woman asked for five dollars, "Master, thank you for the order." ”

"I'm a book seller, not a fortune teller, so I want you for some money." Wen Chunhua insisted that he didn't want the money, and threw the money back.

He insisted on not accepting it, and in the eyes of everyone, he became a model of high wind and brightness, as if he was a master outside the world.

"You don't want money, where do I care." Not only did the woman not take back the five dollars, but she added five more dollars, a total of ten dollars, and after throwing them away, she took her son and left.

Wen Chunhua couldn't cry or laugh, because there were more people around.

By noon, he hadn't sold a few more books, but he didn't make less money, and he made all the money by showing people's faces.

It wasn't until noon that he was able to catch his breath, and drank two bowls of mutton soup in a row, and his mouth was really dry in the morning.

"Do you really know how to read faces?" Ling Er was frightened by him.

Wen Chunhua said, "How difficult is it to see someone say something?" ”

Irrelevant people say relenting words, and those who have hatred say cruel words.

"Then you have to be able to say it." Wang Gang finally looked at him.

The madness of those believers in the morning really scared him a little, and Wen Chunhua couldn't do it without collecting money.

In the morning, I made more than 300 yuan by talking about it, and no one believed it!

"How do you know that the old fortune teller's house is going to be ruined?" Ling Er asked curiously, "And you've been poor all your life." ”

"I think he's very annoying, what he says is not good, what is he saying, who knows that his family is really a thief." Wen Chunhua said while snorting noodles, "What standard can the rich and poor have, even if he is now a 10,000 yuan household, he must also think that he is very poor." ”

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