Wang Fang had already chosen a place in Hangzhou, and then began to recruit craftsmen with a lot of money, and he was very busy, and his family had been running this business for generations, so although there were many problems, nothing went wrong.

Wang Fang has always been thinking about that Ye Xie Yuan in his heart, and always feels that Ye Xie Yuan is not simple, and now he has been living in Hangzhou for a long time, it is said that Ye Xie Yuan is now closed, so he feels that he should go to visit.

That is the future master of the Poetry Society.

Although Chen Rong took the lead, in fact, the direction was determined after the five core internal discussions reached a consensus, and the Ye family occupied two positions, which is almost equivalent to the fact that without the consent of the Ye family, any decision of the poetry club may be overturned, not to mention, many members are going to Ye Jieyuan, after all, he is the most famous and has amazing appeal.

It's just that what gift to prepare is a headache, he secretly asked Zhang Jin Zhang Juren, Zhang Juren's words made his brain a little bent, ah, bring gifts, don't have to bring any gifts, he is delicious, Jubaolou, do you remember, book a table for a banquet, let people send it, and keep it satisfied.

Wang Fang even felt that Zhang Juren wanted to pit himself.

However, thinking of Ye Chunqiu's happy eating, Wang Fang decided to give it a try.

Usually, Wang Fang only had time early in the morning, so when the time came, he ran to the treasure building to get ready, and then sat in a rattan sedan chair to a courtyard according to the address Zhang Jin said.

The courtyard is very quiet, the distance is the West Lake, at this time the morning light sprinkles down, so that the surface of the West Lake is sparkling, the breeze is coming, making people feel a sense of relaxation and happiness, Wang Fang laughed in his heart. This Ye Jieyuan is very good at picking places. Outside the door, this is just a courtyard surrounded by a fence, originally he wanted to call a few words, so that the master can come out, who knows that in the early morning when the east is just turning up the belly of the fish, through the fence, you can see the sound of Lang Lang reading, the sound of reading is very majestic, the words are round, not like Ye Chunqiu's voice, then it is bound to be Ye's father.

It's rare to work so hard, after all, Father Ye is old, he has won the lift, and he is so diligent in studying, so it's no wonder that he can rank third in the township test.

But at this time, he suddenly saw a flash of silver light in front of him, but he saw a young man holding a short sword flying like a dragon in the sun, the young man's pace was steady, just an instant, he stepped more than a dozen steps, or forward or backward, left and right flashed, the short sword in his hand was even more silver flashing, it looked messy, but it seemed to have a law to follow, only in an instant, it had been stabbed out again and again, and the cold light of the silver light swayed out, teaching people to see the hair in their hearts.

Wang Fang is a businessman who has traveled south and north, so he naturally has some knowledge, and he is still speechless in his heart, this little Xie Yuan is actually a master of swordsmanship, what kind of swordsmanship is he, he has never heard of it, it seems to be much sharper than what he has seen in the ordinary, and it is very ruthless, this kid is afraid that he has worked hard.

So he coughed and pushed open the firewood door, Ye Chunqiu seemed to feel that someone was coming, but the short sword in his hand did not stagnate, and he said: "Brother Tai, wait for me two pillars of incense." ”

Such a sword dance consumes a lot of physical strength, and ordinary people only need to dance half a column of incense, but they are afraid that they are already out of breath and out of breath, but looking at Ye Chunqiu's sweat and rain, I am afraid that he has practiced four or five incense injections, but when Ye Chunqiu spoke, he didn't see panting, as if he was chatting with usual, but his voice was a little hoarse.

However, the sound of reading inside stopped abruptly, Ye Jing walked out, and couldn't help but say angrily: "Spring and Autumn, there are guests coming, you still practice swords?" ”

Wang Fang pursed his lips and smiled, and said, "Ling Lang is very human, and watching him practice swords is also pleasing to the eye, so it doesn't matter."

Ye Jing invited Wang Fang into the small hall, served him tea, said a few gossips, and waited for two incense injections before Ye Chunqiu came in wet, and saluted Wang Fangzuo: "Snub Mr. Wang, forgive your sin." ”

Wang Fang was busy standing up, standing in front of him was Xie Yuangong, he was just a lowly businessman, where could he accept his courtesy, after getting up to avoid it, he said: "Ye Jieyuan is polite, how long has Ye Jieyuan practiced swords?" ”

Ye Chunqiu said: "It's been a year. ”

Wang Fang was shocked: "It's not a secret, I also have a friend who practices swords, and he has been practicing for twenty years, but looking at his sword dance, he is far less sharp than the Spring and Autumn Period." ”

Ye Chunqiu didn't know if what he said was true or not, but his swordsmanship should be much better than ordinary people, and from time to time he could find some methods from the light brain to make up for his shortcomings, plus although he usually had to write, he practiced his wrist, and the swordsmanship had a very high demand for the flexibility and strength of the wrist, which happened to be suitable for the two, perhaps, he was really powerful.

He thought so in his heart, and then everyone sat down to drink tea, Wang Fang talked about his own printing workshop in Hangzhou, and now he is recruiting skilled craftsmen, this time with Taibaiji, so that he is finally no longer limited to Ningbo, and intends to do business in Hangzhou.

After all, Hangzhou is the core of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and there are more skilled craftsmen, and it is more convenient for Taibai to be printed out, and it is also convenient to disperse the supply to various prefectures.

Ye Chunqiu was very supportive of this, he pondered for a while, and said, "There are some things that Chunqiu doesn't know whether to say or not. ”

Wang Fang hurriedly said: "Ye Xie Yuan has something to say, but it doesn't hurt to say it." ”

Although Ye Chunqiu was young, Wang Fang would never dare to despise him.

Ye Chunqiu said with a smile: "Mr. Wang, have you ever thought about what is the biggest advantage of Taibaiji now?" ”

Wang Fang was slightly stunned, isn't this obvious? The advantage, of course, is the influence of Taibai Ji and Taibai Poetry Society, and of course, Ye Chunqiu's fame is also indispensable.

It's just that anyone can think of these things, what Ye Chunqiu wants is by no means such a simple answer, Wang Fang hurriedly said: "Please also advise." ”

Ye Chunqiu took a sip of tea, well, Dad sat on the side, listening to himself say this like a little adult, he always felt a little uncomfortable, but...... Since people are here, it is better to say a few words of business, Ye Chunqiu said: "The biggest advantage of Taibaiji is sales, and this is the most important thing." ”

Sales...... Wang Fang always felt that behind the clear eyes of this little adult, there was something that could not be ignored, what was this little Xie Yuan thinking in his heart?

He looked like he was listening attentively and did not interrupt Ye Chunqiu's words.

I heard Ye Chunqiu continue: "I know a little about the printing of books and periodicals, because it is necessary to proofread, shoot movable type, and ink printing and dyeing, in essence, it is not easy for a book to be printed. Most of the books on the market now sell in the hundreds, and no matter how many there are, there are only a thousand. Mr. Wang, I have a sentence I would like to ask, is it true that the more a book is printed, the lower the price? (To be continued.) )