"Yangyang, you are such a good boy!" Zhuang Fujin sighed after pondering for a long time: "I think your writing is really good, it is very readable, and it should be popular in the market." ”

Geng Wenyang said modestly: "Uncle Zhuang has won the award, my writing is average, far worse than the great writers!" ”

Zhuang Fujin patted his thigh and said, "That's it, I'll give you two yuan for a book, and print it for 3,000 copies first." ”

Geng Wenyang hurriedly said: "Uncle Zhuang, I don't have that much money, it's enough to print a thousand copies first." ”

"A thousand is too little." Zhuang Fujin pondered: "If you print a thousand copies, the cost will be two and a half. If you print 3,000 copies, you can save three cents per book. ”

Printing 1,000 books is definitely a huge challenge for Geng Wenyang, not to mention how to solve the cost of printing books, just selling 1,000 books for money is also a difficult task.

"Uncle Zhuang, let's print a thousand copies first." Geng Wenyang decided to go on the road first, so he discussed with Zhuang Fujin: "If it really sells well, it will be printed again." ”

"Okay then, but a thousand is a little too little." Zhuang Fujin thought for a while and said: "I have a friend in the publishing house, let me help you ask if you can get a friendship book number, after all, regular publishing is always more reassuring." ”

"And the title of the book?" Geng Wenyang hesitated: "Do you need to change it?" ”

"You just get rid of the word "rivers and lakes." Zhuang Fujin said slyly: "Now there is this kind of book that plays side balls, and the big guys are not surprised." ”

Laughing proudly, Geng Wenyang's heart lit up: "It's a good idea!" It not only circumvents the title of the book, but also captures the two most eye-catching words. What a great idea! ”

"What about the author's pen name?" Geng Wenyang said with concern: "Is this Jin Yong name I called?" ”

"I think so." Zhuang Fujin was well-informed, pointed to the author's signature and said: "It is enough to adopt the principle of similar shapes but different words, no one can recognize it when it is written wildly, and it must be thought of by the famous artist." ”

The problem of printing books was solved, but Geng Wenyang had a big heart problem. The fact that it could now be converted into quasi-formal books is a great thing for him.

The private work of printing books entrusted by individuals did not dare to do it in the daytime, and could only close the door and work overtime at night when no one was around.

That night, Zhuang Fujin arranged for more reliable workers to start typesetting and printing, and Geng Wenyang, as his own person, must also participate. Typesetting, paper cutting, ink printing, busy all night, more than two o'clock in the morning before everyone stopped to rest.

On the way home, Geng Wenyang secretly pondered: "Looking at this speed, it would take six or seven days for a thousand books to be printed." Coupled with the page and binding, there is no ten days that can't be done. With such a large workload, Uncle Zhuang charged me two thousand seven is really not much. ”

On the day of the winter solstice, a thousand new books were finally bound. A thousand books doesn't sound like much, but when they are printed and stacked together, the volume looks really impressive.

It was impossible to store so many books at home, so Geng Wenyang first stored them in the small warehouse of the printing factory and waited until they were sold to pick them up.

The day after tomorrow is the fifth day of the first month of November, which coincides with the Baicheng Grand Collection, Geng Wenyang plans to bring 200 books to the collection to try to sell them, and if successful, he will sell the remaining books as usual.

In the early morning of the fifth day of November, Geng Wenyang got up early before dawn, hurriedly ate breakfast, and rode his bicycle to the printing house. I took out a hundred books from the warehouse and bundled them on the back seat of my bicycle, and rode to the Bacheng Daji in the north of the city.

The big market of Baicheng is open every five and ten every month, and it is more lively than ever during the New Year's Festival, and the people from all over the country around Baicheng will come here to catch up with the market to buy New Year's goods, and it can be said that everyone is crowded with people.

Geng Wenyang arrived early, and the vendors who rushed to the market were grabbing the territory to spread out their stalls, and there were no ordinary people who came to visit the market on the market.

He walked slowly along the road, looking for it as he rode it, and soon came across a booksstand.

Geng Wenyang stopped the car and greeted boldly: "Boss, is it a new masterpiece written by Mr. Jin Yong?" ”

The owner of the bookstall was a middle-aged man in his thirties, and he didn't even raise his head when he was buried in stacking books, he waved his hand and said, "Don't!" ”

The first sales pitch encountered a black opening, and Geng Wenyang still did not give up and said: "Mr. Jin Yong's masterpiece will definitely sell very well." ”

"Don't is don't!" The man said in disgust: "Let's go!" Don't get in the way here! ”

Geng Wenyang saw that he had a temper, so he had to push the cart to find another target. As soon as he left, the man muttered disdainfully, "Humph! Jin Yong has written a total of those books, and he still wants to lie to me, no way! ”

hit the nail in two bookstalls in a row, Geng Wenyang couldn't help but be a little discouraged: "Could it be that I chose the wrong path, shouldn't I make a fortune by writing books?" ”

Seeing that there was another bookstall in front of him, a black man in his thirties was busy working on the cloth stall.

Geng Wenyang leaned forward and said tentatively: "Boss, do you want to imitate the martial arts novel written by Mr. Jin Yong?" ”

"Don't!" The black man immediately refused.

Geng Wenyang's heart sank, and he turned his head and was about to leave, but he heard a light and pleasant voice suddenly sounding behind him: "Little brother, show me your book." ”

Geng Wenyang turned his head to look, and saw a beautiful woman in her twenties standing in the stack of books, wearing a well-fitting pink down jacket, her delicate face had a bit of classical beauty, and she was looking at him with a smile.

Geng Wenyang couldn't help but praise in his heart: "This sister is so beautiful, just like a fairy!" What words such as sinking fish and falling geese and closing the moon and shy flowers on her seem a little cheesy, but if you use the "Book of Songs" to describe 'there is a beautiful person, clear and graceful', it is just right. ”

"Sister, are you calling me?" Geng Wenyang grinned.

"yes!" The beauty said: "Didn't you say that there is a martial arts novel written by Mr. Jin Yong?" Take it out and I'll see. ”

Finally met someone who knew the goods, Geng Wenyang hurriedly took out a sample book from his pocket and handed it to her: "Sister, look, this book is well written, you will like it at a glance." ”

The beautiful woman glanced at him with a smile and a deep meaning, and then opened the novel and began to read it carefully. Seeing this, the black man said, "Xiaohui, you can't ask for books from unknown sources, be careful of being deceived." ”

It turns out that this beauty's name is Xiaohui. Geng Wenyang said in his heart: "I don't know if it's the wisdom of wisdom or the benefit of virtue." ”

"Dayong, his writing is really good, and his style is very similar to Jin Yong." The beautiful woman named Xiaohui held up the book and said to the black man.

"Humph!" Dayong said disdainfully: "The imitation book can't be sold at a high price, don't bother with that effort." ”

Xiao Hui didn't give up, turned his head and asked, "Little brother, how much do you sell this book for?" ”

Geng Wenyang hesitated: "This ...... The price of the original book is eight yuan, so give you a 50% discount of 4 yuan. ”

"Three bucks!" Xiaohui said categorically: "If you think it's okay, leave me fifty copies." ”

A book costs two and a half dollars, and you can earn five cents by selling it for three yuan, and the profit margin is as high as 20 percent, which is already very good.

"Three dollars is three dollars!" Geng Wenyang said happily: "I'll bring you a book." ”

Paying the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other, Geng Wenyang left fifty books, and Xiao Hui took out three green new editions of fifty yuan from the wallet on his waist and handed them to him.

This is his first income after opening it, and Geng Wenyang took the money and carefully put it into his schoolbag.