Chapter Thirty-Eight: A Big Sale!

Many literati and scholars outside the Guozi Prison are disdainful, and they look down on this kind of grandstanding behavior from the bottom of their hearts, even if it is from the Weiguo Mansion, what can they do?

"Wei Guogong has a good reputation all his life, and he is really embarrassed by this son!"

"It's so sensational, don't buy their books!"

At this moment, the side door of Guozijian opened and "Guoziji" was sold. The official in charge of selling "Guozi Collection" shouted: ""Guozi Collection" is limited to three days! Now on sale. ”

Xu Zhi's words instantly ignited hundreds of people at the scene, and many literati and bachelors walked to the side door of Guozijian, vying to buy "Guoziji" first.

We all know that "Guoziji" only publishes one book a year, and each book is entered with the fine poems of Guozijian, and it is only sold for three days, and if you want to buy it after three days, you can only get it from others at a high price.

People who want to buy books rush to buy them because they won't be able to buy them when it's too late.

The four officials who sold books saw that as soon as the "Guozi Collection" went on sale, no one bothered to care about the Sanwei Book House, and immediately admired Li Xuezheng's approach.

This kind of grandstanding petty people don't need to be ignored at all.

"Shout!" Jiang Han saw that the time had come and patted Zhou Hu on the shoulder.

Zhou Hu took a deep breath, and then raised his voice with the hired scholar and shouted: "Sanweiwu's exclusive publication of "Dream of Red Mansions" is now on sale!" If you buy a book, you can get a poem from Daxia Kui Jiang Han personally! The quota is limited, buy first and earn first! ”

With such a roar, the literati and scholars in the back of the queue suddenly stagnated, and they were tired of the Sanwei Book House in their hearts as a means of rubbing the heat and sensationalism, but they could get Jiang Han's poems by buying books, and they immediately moved many people!

Last month, three poems were widely circulated in Kyoto, one was "Gift to Princess Ningyue", one was "Sending Zhen Xuezheng", and one was "Er Cao's body and name are destroyed." ”

"Gift to Princess Ningyue" directly made Princess Ningyue famous, "Sending Zhen Xuezheng" directly let the people of Kyoto know that Zhen Daoyi was short-sighted, and the last poem directly nailed Zhen Daoyi to the pillar of shame!

Three poems, with such a great influence, are enough to witness Jiang Han's immortal poetic talent!

Although many literati felt disdain for the four words "Daxia Shikui" in their hearts, there were still many people who walked to the convoy of Sanwei Book House with half a heart.

"Are you saying true or false? Can you really get a poem from Jiang Han, the second son of the Weiguo Mansion? ”

"You're not lying, are you?"

Seeing this, Zhou Hu said excitedly: "Then there is still a fake? Our Sanwei Book House is now doing activities, each book has a customized bookmark, there are two words on the bookmark, one is 'thank you for your patronage', and the other is 'can get a poem', as long as you buy 'can get a poem', you can get a poem from our young master personally! And during the event, all the novels of our Sanwei Book House will be discounted by 20%! It's only seventy-five dollars! The quantity is limited, and there is no such thing as buying late! ”

"Really? Seventy-five dollars, this book is not too expensive. ”

"Give me a copy."

Three or four literati with the mentality of giving it a try each bought a copy of "Dream of Red Mansions" and then opened it to read it.

Sure enough, on the second page, I saw a beautifully made bookmark, the bookmark was glued to the page, and the words could only be seen by tearing it open, and the page would be damaged if it was torn open. Fortunately, this page is not the main text.

"Thank you for your patronage...... What, no! ”

"I also thank you for your patronage."

"Me too! You're not lying, are you? ”

The first three scholars saw that they had not won the lottery, and they immediately felt deceived.

At this moment, another person who bought a book suddenly shouted in ecstasy: "I can get a book, am I winning?" Quick, show me! ”

Zhou Hu took it and looked at it, "Yo, you have good luck, and you will win the lottery this time." Young master, you see that he won the lottery and deserves a poem. ”

Jiang Han nodded, with a smile on his face: "Okay, I see that you are a scholar, so I will send you a poem to persuade you." ”

He groaned slightly, revealing a thoughtful look.

Then he slowly recited: "Reading does not realize that spring is deep, and every inch of time is golden." It's not the Taoist who comes to make the joke, Zhou Qing Kong Si is pursuing. ”

The scholar's eyes lit up, and he muttered: "I don't feel that spring is deep when I read, and every inch of time is golden...... Good poetry, good poetry! ”

The other three tasted it carefully and found that although this poem is extremely straightforward, the sentence "every inch of time and every inch of gold" is wonderful!

Just with this sentence "every inch of time and an inch of gold", it is already worth it!

Jiang Han looked at the reader who won the lottery and smiled, "What's your name?" ”

"My name is Song Yi."

"Okay, this poem is called "Gift to Song B"."

This poem can at least reach the first realm of poetry: out of the county!

Unexpectedly, Jiang Han really gave it away, and directly used the other party's name as the title, and the surrounding readers instantly turned red!

Damn, a book, a chance to make a name for yourself!

That's a lot of money!

"I want to buy books!"

"I want it too!"

"I want ten!"

"I want a hundred!"

In an instant, more than a dozen literati around rushed up to buy books, and those who were still queuing up to buy "Guozi Ji" were also moved when they heard the news.

All of a sudden, a third of the readers headed for the convoy of the Three Flavors Library.

Seeing this situation, the official who sold the "Guozi Collection" was startled, and hurriedly let a person go in to tell Li Xuezheng.

"What? Tempted by giving poems, many people actually bought their books? ”

Li Xuezheng's face sank, and he couldn't restrain his anger and said: "Shameless, shameless!" It's just outrageous! ”

He Xiu didn't expect Jiang Han to use this trick, with a look of remorse on his face, and said secretly: "Damn!" I forgot that this kid is very famous! It was even used in this way to attract readers to buy books! ”

Eleven out of ten scholars want to be famous.

Famous through the ages, famous for future generations, famous for one side......

I have to say, this kind of marketing is simply amazing!

Even if it is impossible for most people to get Jiang Han's poems, as long as they can get a chance, most people will buy books!

"Li Xuezheng, calm your anger first." At this moment, the fourth prince, King Yue, spoke softly: "Jiang Han's move is hateful, but you don't have to pay attention to it. ”

"How can I tolerate this abominable erection that disturbs the order of our country's sub-prison so much!" Li Xuezheng couldn't bear not to be angry with King Yue.

King Yue smiled and said: "Jiang Han's act of buying books and giving away poems is really amazing!" Even this king is a little moved. ”

"Humph! The so-called poems from him are just looking for someone to perform! Li Xuezheng knew very well that the first person to win the lottery must be Jiang Han's person, otherwise how could it be so coincidental?

"That being said...... We all know that this is just a means for Jiang Han to sell books, but other readers may not know. At this time, if the servants were to be detained, not only would it not be able to calm the matter, but it would make the group of scholars outside resentful! After all, in their eyes, Guozijian's move is a threat to their reputation. King Yue said slowly.

Li Xuezheng's heart calmed down slightly, and he nodded slightly, "That being said, I can't let Jiang Han mess up the sales scene of my "Guozi Collection" like this!" ”

King Yue smiled: "Li Xuezheng can rest assured!" Jiang Han's move is tantamount to fishing with all his might, although there are readers who buy books for poetry, but Jiang Han can't really write poems and give them away...... When the readers found that it was difficult to win the lottery, they knew that they had been fooled, and then Jiang Han could only eat the consequences! ”

"Unless his "Dream of Red Mansions" is really good-looking and worthy of this price, Jiang Han is just asking for his own hardship!"

Li Xuezheng said in his heart that it was good, he should ignore it at this time, and Jiang Han would finish playing by himself.

It's impossible, the "Guozi Collection" compiled by him can be worse than what "Dream of Red Mansions"?

PS: Happy Lantern Festival!