(If you want to add jīng, please go to the book review area to post in the May 28 rìjīng building, I will be sleepy first, and then add it.) ）

Moonlight, moonlight, shining on the porch.

Fan Ruoruo said with pity: "My future sister-in-law, I heard that she is suffering from ...... Tuberculosis, often hemoptysis, so I have been abstaining from eating oily meat, since the girl you said gnawed on chicken legs. Thinking about the scene that her brother said earlier, she couldn't help laughing, "Naturally, it can't be Miss Lin, not to mention that Miss Lin's appearance is said to be just delicate, and it is definitely not as beautiful as my brother described." ”

Fan Xian thought about it, and sure enough, sighed, and put the matter aside, but he would not give up the idea of looking for that girl, but another picture appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Tuberculosis?" He knew that tuberculosis in this world was equivalent to an incurable disease, although he had studied with Fei Jie for a year, and he had not stopped practicing in all aspects after rì, but since the other party was the daughter of the eldest princess, there must be a royal doctor to see and treat it, and even the imperial doctor could not cure the disease, what could he do?

Fei Jie is not there, which is really a big problem.

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The next day, after Fan got up, he found that his father, sister and Liu were not there, and he ate some porridge and side dishes under the service of his subordinates, and then prepared to go out. He planned to try his luck at Qingmiao to see if he could meet that girl again.

Just as he was about to go out, Fan Sizhen ran over, pulled him by the sleeve, pulled him into the study, and handed him a few pieces of paper very seriously. Fan Xian glanced at him curiously, and found that his younger brother's eyes were full of bloodshots, it seemed that he stayed up late last night, and asked, "You don't sleep at night, does the second aunt have to say you when she sees it?"

Fan Sizhen laughed a few times: "Learn from you, hide it." ”

Fan Xian laughed, rubbed the paper with his fingers, and looked at it with his jaw, which said the "plan" that Fan Sizhen made last night - although Fan Xian was not a successful businessman in his previous life, he had never eaten pork, and he had always seen a pig run, and the business atmosphere in his previous life was completely different from that of Qingguo today, plus the special profession he had once engaged, this confidence was still there.

His brows gradually furrowed, and he asked, "Your idea is good, but I'm not familiar with Kyoto, so you can decide whether the location of the bookstore is good or not." But there is a problem, although we are the only source of manuscripts, how can you guarantee that other booksellers will not pirate them after you print them?"

Fan Sizhen said with a fanatical face: "The family is very idle now, those families have nothing to do, you can let them wander on the street, and if they see a pirated family, they will smash it." ”

Fan Xian was stupid, thinking that you would only smash and rob? It was completely inconsistent with his expectations, and shook his head with a wry smile: "Don't look at the bookseller as inconspicuous, in fact, the profit is not small, who knows if there is any background behind other families." ”

"What are you afraid of? This manuscript originally belonged to our family, so why did he steal it?" Fan Sizhen shouted.

Fan Xian reminded him: "There is no clause in Qinglu to protect the manuscript from being printed...... Besides, this book has not been reviewed by eight places, and if you go to court, I am afraid that you will have to pay the money first. ”

Fan Sizhen smiled and said, "I'm not afraid of this." If you really want to open a bookstore and ask our dad to write a letter, there will be no loss of face in the eight places. ”

Fan Xian was right when he thought about it, his seemingly ordinary father, and the relationship between him and the Supervision Yuan was much deeper than ordinary people knew, and he said again: "But even if you get rid of the identity of **, you still can't just rely on smashing and robbing to eliminate competitors, the so-called beating can't slap your face, you drive those middle-aged women in the streets and alleys of Kyoto, and seal other people's shops, this is a way to tear your face." For the sake of silver, the backstage on both sides is put together, and it is not cost-effective for everyone. ”

"What are you afraid of?" Fan Sizhen glanced at him, and seemed to feel that this brother had some womanly kindness, "If you feel that you don't have a name, you can find a way to set a rule, and follow the rules in the future, if other booksellers dare to pirate again, let the government come forward." ”

Fan Xian laughed: "Rules? Could it be that the laws of the imperial court are such a child's play, just because the Fan family wants to publish a book, they change the law." ”

Fan Sizhen shook his head and said: "How to change the law?" Of course, it is the following path, it is still very simple to change the Kyoto garrison regulations, the fierce woman of the Ye Chong family has a good relationship with the lord of Roujia, and it is enough to ask my sister to let the Jingjun Mansion and the Ye Mansion say no." ”

Fan Xian became interested and asked, "Can the Kyoto Garrison Regulations still manage the sale of books?"

Fan Sizhen was stunned for a moment, thought about it and said: "It seems that there is a clause in it that is to manage the homeless people, and it can just be played." ”

Fan Xian was extremely admired, thinking that this little guy in front of him really had the potential to be a businessman, the collusion between officials and businessmen, and such a ruthless trick of the urban management brigade could be thought of in vain, but he knew that there was always a gap between the ideal and the reality, and asked: "Have you calculated the profit?"

"Ten times a volume, each volume of eight taels of silver, a total of sixty-eight times at the moment. There are 640,000 people in Kyoto, and more than 600 sets can be sold for one roll per thousand. If you do the math, you can sell it for thirty-five thousand eight hundred and forty taels of silver. Fan Sizhen said with relish, he had already calculated these items clearly, "The rent in Luodong Road is more expensive, plus the cost of proofreading, and all the things of printing books are left to Wanjuantang to do, so you can have less heart." ”

"Wanjuantang?" Fan Xian asked curiously.

"Kyoto's most famous private engraving workshop. Fan Sizhe yīnyīn smiled: "His family has a big business, but there is no very reliable person behind it, if you dare to yīn our manuscript, you will copy him and turn the world upside down, and I am afraid that I will earn more." ”

Fan Xian was depressed and wanted to vomit blood.

"After careful calculation, at least a few thousand taels of silver can be recorded in the account within the year, and if it can really make other booksellers rest, this amount will go up. ”

Fan Xian sighed: "You are too optimistic, if you want to become a successful businessman, you must take precautions, just say the amount you estimated." Although the people of Kyoto are rich, each set costs more than 50 taels of silver, and how can so many people afford this price. ”

Fan Sizhen was shocked, looked at Fan Xian like a monster, and said, "Don't you know what the market of the book you wrote is now?"

Fan Xian's eyes widened, thinking that the Dream of Red Mansions gradually became popular in the Qianlong period of the previous life, and he had also seen in the miscellaneous news that it was sold for hundreds of taels of silver, but it was a manuscript, and it was not widely circulated, if you were ready to print it in a big way, could you still sell it for such an expensive price?

Fan Sizhen sighed and said: "A few years ago, I heard that the young lady of the Cheng family in Kyoto Prefecture was demented because she read the book written by her brother, and she was burned by Mrs. Fu Cheng with a fire, and the young lady screamed bitterly: Why burn my Baoyu, and I have been sick for a long time...... Brother, there are no more officials in Kyoto than in other places, and there are as many officials as lackeys and wandering carp, and how many of these young ladies who have nothing to do are there? There is no problem at all in selling hundreds or thousands of sets. ”

Fan Xian was stupid, thinking to himself if he should bring some snacks to comfort the poor Miss Fucheng?

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