When Zhu Gui heard this, his heart suddenly felt a little pantothenic.

"In the eyes of your imperial grandfather, except for your father, how can he care about us 'other' princes."

"Even if I poke a hole in the sky, your imperial grandfather won't take care of my ......"

Fortunately, Zhu Gui is just a little fragmented, and he still likes Zhu Yunxi, the eldest nephew.

"By the way, if you are interested, when your third uncle comes back, the two of us will go and beg him together, and let him take us to open a casino!"

Zhu Yunxi has always been at odds with gambling and drugs, and directly rejected Zhu Gui's proposal.

"I'm not interested in casinos, I'm trying to figure out some other way."

Zhu Gui pursed his lips disdainfully when he heard this.

"Cut!"

"I don't believe you kid, you can come up with a way to make more money than opening a casino!"

In the face of Zhu Gui's ridicule, Zhu Yunxi didn't explain, just looked aimlessly on the street.

Suddenly, he saw a bookstore next to Qin Yuelou, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yes, I can open a bookstore and write novels to make money!"

After Zhu Yunxi said this, he went straight to the bookstore. Seeing this, Zhu Gui hurriedly followed, but while walking, he couldn't help but complain.

"Are you stupid, don't do such a lucrative business as a gambling house, you have to open a bookstore in Raushzi!"

"This bookstore can earn a few pennies, not enough to rent a storefront, and hire a guy!"

"Uncle Thirteen, I don't know if I can make money now, but in a few hundred years, I will really make money, I know that there is a person called Doushen, who will make hundreds of millions of dollars a year!"

"How many are a few hundred million?"

Zhu Yunxi is no longer in the mood to deal with Zhu Gui, and is full of thinking about how to use his dreaming ability to write books to make money.

He plunged into the bookstore and saw that the shelves on the walls around him were full of books.

However, the most are the Four Books and Five Classics, as well as various Cheng Wen models, poetry anthologies and the like.

In addition, there are some four treasures of the study and the like, but most of them are furnishings, and they don't make a business out of it at a glance, but just sell them by the way.

Seeing that the two of them were dressed well, the shopkeeper immediately stepped forward and greeted him warmly.

"The two sons want to buy some anthologies of Cheng Wen?"

Zhu Yunxi shook his head and said.

"Neither of us is the material for reading, I want to ask if there are any books that have nothing to do with the imperial examination, that is, the kind that makes people entertain and relieve boredom."

When the shopkeeper heard this, he immediately showed an ambiguous smile.

"Got it!"

"The two guest officers want to buy a script!"

"I wonder if the two guest officers want meat or vegetarian?"

When Zhu Yunxi heard this, he looked confused.

"What do you mean?"

Zhu Gui saw that Zhu Yunxi didn't even understand this, so he wanted to open a bookstore to make money, and explained very disdainfully.

"The meat is the illustrated script, and the plain is the character biography, the historical script, etc., which is not interesting."

When the shopkeeper saw Zhu Gui say this, he immediately sent a rainbow fart.

"This guest officer is a connoisseur!"

"If the two guest officers are interested, you might as well go upstairs to take a look, there are a lot of new arrivals in the shop, and I guarantee that the two guest officers have not seen them before."

Zhu Yunxi followed the shopkeeper to the second floor, and after seeing the dazzling array of scripts, he called the Daming literary style prosperous!

The entire second floor is full of notebooks of various colors, and it is divided into several areas according to the type and age.

The more serious ones are the Three Kingdoms, Sui and Tang Heroes Romance Zone, the glamorous ones are the palace history, famous prostitutes and the like, and the classification of heroes who cater to the young people of the second middle school.

Zhu Yunxi took out a copy casually, only glanced at the cover, and blushed and heartbeat.

I saw that on the cover was a plump woman dressed very coolly, lying lazily on her side on the bed, revealing a large patch of snow white on her chest.

This unrestrained painting style, exquisite printing, if you don't see it with your own eyes, you can't believe that he can't believe it, Da Ming can be so good.

"Boss, how much does this book cost?"

"Returning officer, what you are holding is an overprinted color hardcover, and it will cost two taels of silver."

"How much?"

"Two taels of silver is not expensive, if you go to another store, you will get two taels or four dollars a piece."

"This kind of overprinted color illustration is the most labor-intensive, and a set of engraving plates cannot be printed in hundreds of copies, so it has to be scrapped and re-engraved, otherwise the picture will be blurred......"

"That's too expensive, isn't it?"

When Zhu Yunxi was just shopping, he inquired, and a white-flour steamed bun on the side of the road was only a penny, and this color printed book was sold for 2,000 steamed buns, which was a bit ridiculously expensive.

When the shopkeeper heard this, he couldn't help but glance at the two of them again, and couldn't help muttering in his heart, looking at the clothes of these two people, they don't look like they are the owners who have no money, why are they so concerned about the price?

The shopkeeper slandered in his heart, still with a decent smile on his face, and led the two to Pinga District.

"Guest officer, if you think it's expensive over there, there are cheap ones here, two or three hundred wen a book."

Zhu Yunxi picked up a copy casually, just looked at the cover, and felt a rough feeling coming to his face.

Although the style of painting is still unrestrained, the pure black and white stick figures, what can be seen in the beautiful scenery?

However, the thought that he could sell two or three hundred copies of this book, Zhu Yunxi became more determined in his heart to write a book to make money.

"Boss, let me ask, if I write a book and sell it in your store, how will the money be divided?"

When the shopkeeper heard this, he glanced at Zhu Yunxi in surprise.

"Oh?"

"This little gentleman can also write a script?"

Zhu Gui also looked at Zhu Yunxi in surprise, thinking that this kid still has the ability to write a script?

Zhu Yunxi saw the two of them looking at him in surprise, and hurriedly waved his hand to explain.

"I just ask casually, maybe I will write a few books to play when I have free time."

Seeing that he was just curious, the shopkeeper explained with a smile.

"If Mr. Xiao has this talent, he can also write it and try it."

"There are generally two types of profit sharing in our store. One is to give a fixed price according to the quality of the script, and the other is that we pay to find someone to print, and after deducting the cost of the sale, we will share the account with the gentleman who wrote the book. ”

"Isn't this just a buyout and a share?"

When the shopkeeper heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Mr. Xiao's incisive summary is simply apt to describe it as a buyout and a share."

"But there's another one besides the two. That is, Mr. Xiao himself contacted the craftsman who printed the book, printed the book and put it in the store for consignment, we only charged 30% of the fee, and the rest went to the gentleman who wrote the book. ”

Zhu Yunxi was immediately interested when he heard this.

"Dare to ask, how many silver taels can the gentleman who cooperates with your store earn a month?"

The shopkeeper was a little hesitant when he heard this, because this already involved trade secrets. However, seeing that the other party was still a teenager, he might just be curious to ask, so he didn't think much about it.

"It's hard to say, sometimes more, sometimes less. Last year, there was a best-selling "The Biography of the Zhao Sisters", and Mr. Na earned 5,000 taels of silver in our store in a month. ”

"This is just our store, it is said that other bookstores in the capital also sell it, if you count it all, it will cost tens of thousands of taels of silver a month."

Zhu Gui directly broke the defense when he heard this, his Qin Wanglu was only 10,000 yuan a year, and it was not cash, but some grain and some treasure money.

A gentleman who writes a script can make so much money in a month, which is really a little unacceptable to him.

If you can make so much money by writing books, then what kind of casino do you want to open, tie up a few people who read and go home, and whip them with a whip dipped in cold water every day, so that they can write books for themselves every day and sell them for money!

"Shopkeeper, you don't see that my eldest nephew is young and deliberately coax him with lies, right?"