Xiao Hui glanced at Geng Wenyang, raised his hand and combed the hair scattered on his forehead and said, "My name is Min Hui, and Min is a cultural text in the door character." Come again in the afternoon, and I'll buy more if the book sells well. ”

It turns out that her name is Min Hui! How do you seem to have heard this name somewhere, and there is a slight impression......

Geng Wenyang thought about it but didn't think about it, so he quickly introduced himself: "My name is Geng Wenyang, the Wenyang who is brilliant and talented." ”

"Brilliant and brilliant?" Dayong straightened up and joked, "The young man's name is good!" Brilliant in style? It's kind of interesting! ”

The book-selling career finally opened, Geng Wenyang forcibly suppressed his beating heart and said: "Sister Xiaohui, you are busy first, and I will come over in the afternoon." ”

As soon as Geng Wenyang left, Dayong said: "This kid is not a businessman at first glance, and he looks bookish when he speaks. It's not like a student, it's like a technician, but it doesn't match the age. ”

Min Hui smiled: "Dayong, why do you look good?" ”

"I don't know how to look at faces." Dayong said: "I just said it by feeling. ”

Min Hui looked at the direction in which Geng Wenyang's figure disappeared and thought to himself: "It seems that Geng Wenyang has completely forgotten me, and he didn't even react when he heard my name." If he hadn't come to his rescue that night, I would have been defiled by the gangsters, and I might not even have been able to save my life in serious cases. ”

She bit her lip lightly and said in her heart: "Since he has also entered the bookseller's business, if I can help, I must help him, which can be regarded as repaying him for saving his life." ”

That night, when he encountered something that the gangster was almost defiled, Min Huisheng was afraid that her cautious husband would save the mustard, so she didn't tell him, so Shao Zhengyong, who was busy, didn't know anything about it.

She casually took a cardboard box containing books, and wrote a sub-advertising board on it: Mr. Jin Yong's latest masterpiece "Farewell to Smiling Pride" is grandly listed, welcome to read it, and want to buy it as soon as possible.

Seeing this, Shao Zhengyong said: "Are you really giving him publicity?" ”

Min Huiwan said: "The book is indeed well written, and ordinary people will definitely think that it was written by Jin Yong, and it should be able to sell well." ”

Min Hui was a famous beauty in the city bus company back then, and Shao Zhengyong chased her by chance, so he cared about his wife very much, and when he saw that she was so insistent, he smiled and let her go.

Geng Wenyang circled around the big set, and only after saying that he had sold another thirty books, but the remaining twenty novels could not be sold anyway.

The ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny. In the absence of a sales network and propaganda operation, no matter how well it is written, it can only be hidden in the boudoir.

After all, there is still a considerable distance between ideals and reality.

For these 1,000 books, Geng Wenyang invested 2,500 yuan, and there was more than a month of hard work and fatigue.

With such a huge amount of capital and energy invested, he naturally couldn't watch his first plan to make a fortune after crossing over to be in vain, and he had to try his best to continue selling books no matter what.

When you are busy, you can't notice the passage of time, and quietly the sun has risen, and the sky has already brightened. Geng Wenyang rode his bicycle through the streets and alleys, looking for small bookstores to sell his novels.

In one morning, most of the city was turned, and another sixty books were sold. A total of 140 books were sold in half a day, which is still far from the task of selling 1,000 copies.

Come with a good time, and return with a bad heart. Geng Wenyang couldn't help but be a little discouraged, and secretly regretted it: "I knew that it would not be easy to sell, so I should have printed less, and printing five hundred copies would be almost enough." Now that I've printed so much, and I still have more than 800 books left, what can I do? ”

The 140 books sold in the morning were sold at different prices, and they sold for less than 500 yuan in total, less than one-fifth of the cost of 2,500 yuan.

"No matter what, you have to earn back the cost." Geng Wenyang secretly made up his mind: "I will go to Min Hui's stall in the afternoon to have a look, and strive to sell her another fifty books." ”

After having a hasty lunch, Geng Wenyang got on his bicycle and took a hundred books and rushed to Daji again.

At noon, customers are scarce, and vendors take the opportunity to take a break. Min Hui was the only one in the stall who watched the stall alone, staring at every customer who occasionally passed by and flipped through the books with a pair of eyes, for fear that someone would fish in troubled waters and stretch out her black hand.

"Sister Xiaohui, I'm here again!" Geng Wenyang put the bicycle up, walked into the stall and pretended to be enthusiastic: "How are the books selling in the morning?" ”

Min Hui saw that it was him, and couldn't help but joke: "Your book ......"

She deliberately pulled a long note of decline, Geng Wenyang's heart sank, but when she saw her eyebrows, she smiled and said, "It's all sold out!" ”

"Huh?! All sold out? Are you sure? Although Min Hui came to Versailles, Geng Wenyang's heart was already full of ecstasy.

Min Hui reached out and took the handwritten billboard and said, "Look! Here's the advertising message I wrote for you, how about it? Not bad, right? ”

Geng Wenyang suddenly realized: "Sister Xiaohui, no wonder you sold out, it turns out that you specially advertised!" ”

"That's it." Min Hui said proudly: "Who knows your book without advertising?" Didn't you pick it up and read it for the sake of Jin Yong's face? ”

Geng Wenyang said secretly: "If the story of my time is written as an online article, I'm afraid it will have to be advertised, otherwise everyone will not know that there is such a book, and they will not be interested in patronizing it." ”

Min Hui said again: "How many copies did you bring this time?" ”

Geng Wenyang turned around and pointed to the back seat of the bicycle and said, "I brought a hundred copies, how many do you want?" ”

"Give it all to me, I want it all." Min Huihao said angrily: "But the ugly words are ahead, the amount is preferred, you can't raise the money!" ”

"If it doesn't go up, it won't go up, I'll give it all to you at the wholesale price." Geng Wenyang is worried that the books will not be sold, and Min Hui has wrapped up a hundred books, which can be described as a charcoal in the snow. It's too late for him to be happy, where does he dare to raise the price casually.

The money and goods were handed over clearly, Geng Wenyang was about to leave, Min Hui suddenly said: "What you gave me is the upper part, what about the next lower part?" ”

Geng Wenyang hurriedly said: "I am writing the next part, and I will strive to write it before the year." I'll be the first to give it to you when it's printed. ”

"What...... What? Min Hui was stunned and said, "This book ...... Did you write it? ”

Geng Wenyang generously admitted: "Yes! I didn't write it, why did I bother to sell it everywhere? ”

Min Hui never imagined that the child standing in front of him turned out to be the real author of this book. The person who can write such a wonderful novel is by no means a layman, and it is already a luxury to have the opportunity to meet him, but he did not expect him to really stand in front of him and talk to himself.

Her eyes widened and she said secretly, "My good girl! It's a treasure for me! This little brother is not only chivalrous and courageous, but his writing is surprisingly good, and the books he writes will definitely sell well. If he continues to write, won't he be our God of Wealth? Since the two of us are destined, then I must take a good look at him, and I must not let him run away! ”

Geng Wenyang saw her staring at her with big eyes, her dark eyes dripping around, and couldn't help laughing: "Sister, if you have any ideas, just say, don't look at me with such eyes, okay?" It's weird and panicked. ”

Min Hui's face turned red and said angrily: "Who is looking at you?" Don't talk nonsense! ”