Xin Yu didn't say much in front of the craftsmen, and turned his head and asked the shopkeeper Hu to compile a list and write down the situation of all the craftsmen.

Shopkeeper Hu was shocked by the courage of Xin Yu's 500 taels to buy a story, and carefully sorted out the list.

"Then you're busy." Xin Yu raised her foot and went to the back.

The things brought from Shaoqing's Mansion were almost packed up, Xin Yu sat down on the beauty couch and called Xiaolian: "Go to the bookstore opposite and buy a copy of Mr. Ping'an's new book." ”

Since the bookstore's profit mainly depends on the best-selling books, and the books written by Mr. Ping An are sought after by countless people, it is natural to read more of his books to determine what kind of stories to write.

Xiaolian answered, took off her coat that had been stained with some dust because she was cleaning up, changed into clean clothes and walked out.

There are still a lot of people gathered outside the Qingsong bookstore, and even because of this, a few people walked into the bookstore at random and bought books by the way.

The shopkeeper of Yaxin Bookstore is surnamed Gu, and when the shopkeeper Gu saw the person who came out of Qingsong Bookstore with books, his expression became a little dignified.

A little girl, quite good at tossing.

Thinking about selling these books again, it was attracted by the gimmick of buying stories for five hundred taels of silver, and the ancient shopkeeper's face was replaced with disdain.

He wanted to see what good stories he could buy for five hundred taels.

The industry of printing and selling books in Beijing is very prosperous, and the number of people who buy books is limited, but the stories are bought by ordinary people who know a few big characters, and good book writers will naturally be scrambled by various bookstores.

Don't talk about Mr. Ping'an, look at the capital, but he knows everything in his heart who can write a book that can write a passable book, and he has some potential or sign a contract to raise it, or maintain a good cooperative relationship.

Other bookstores are similar, and he doesn't believe that a good bookwriter will emerge in the capital.

Thinking about this, the ancient shopkeeper felt at ease, and turned around and walked into Yaxin Bookstore.

Not long after, Xiaolian walked in and asked politely, "May I ask how to sell Mr. Ping'an's new book?" ”

Without waiting for the ancient shopkeeper to speak, the man said, "It's not sold!" ”

Xiaolian looked disappointed: "It's sold out?" ”

Didn't Mr. Ping'an's book just start selling?

"It's really out of sales, my sister wants to buy it, let's come back when the printed ones come out."

"When will the seal come out?"

"It's uncertain, my sister can come and see it often."

Xiaolian nodded and left disappointed.

When the guy saw someone walking out of the store, he immediately said to the ancient shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, the little lady who just came is the maid of the new owner opposite, this is to find out the enemy's situation!" ”

The ancient shopkeeper sneered: "Pay attention in the future, it seems that the new owner of Qingsong Bookstore is not as peaceful as the one surnamed Shen." ”

After Xiaolian went out, she was blown by the wind, and her head lit up.

Could it be that he was recognized and deliberately did not sell it to her?

Thinking of this possibility, Xiaolian quietly hid aside and waited patiently for the guests who entered Yaxin Bookstore.

Because of the attraction of the notice of Qingsong Bookstore, there were not many guests who entered Yaxin Bookstore, but people came one after another, and Xiaolian patiently waited for the right person, a girl dressed in ordinary clothes.

"Oops!" The girl holding the notebook let go of her hand, and the newly bought notebook fell to the ground, and she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows at Xiaolian, "How did you walk!" ”

Xiaolian hurriedly picked up the notebook on the ground and apologized again and again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry." ”

The girl took the notebook and frowned tightly: "The new book I bought for only three hundred wen was dirty, it's really unlucky." ”

"Sister, don't be angry, I'll buy it for 500 yuan, and you can buy a new one."

Hearing Xiaolian say this, the girl was embarrassed: "Forget it, forget it." ”

Xiaolian stuffed five hundred wen into the girl's hand, with a sweet smile on her face: "It just so happens that I haven't read this book, I was going to buy it, and the two hundred wen will be when I invite my sister to drink tea to make amends." ”

Without waiting for the girl to hesitate, Xiaolian took the notebook, apologized again, and walked away quickly.

The girl had more than 200 texts, and there was no reason to be unhappy, so Huan Huanxi went to Yaxin Bookstore again.

"Girl, the maid is back." Xiaolian walked all the way back, beads of sweat on the tip of her nose.

Xin Yu handed over the handkerchief: "Wipe the sweat." I've been going for so long, isn't it going well? ”

"The girl is really like a god, the guy from Yaxin Bookstore said that it was not sold, but fortunately, the maid kept a heart and quietly stared at the person who went to his house to buy the book, only to find that it was not sold at all, but not sold to me, it seems that he recognized the identity of the maid."

Xiaolian said angrily, handed the script to Xin Yu, and explained how to get it.

Xin Yu's eyes fell on the title of the book, the new book is called "Butterfly Fairy", roughly flipped through it, and pushed the book to Xiaolian: "Take a look." ”

Xiaolian immediately looked at it with relish, and even a pair of eyes were glued to the book when it was time for lunch.

"How?" Xin Yu asked.

The little maid raised her head buried in the notebook, and her eyes were fanatical: "It's so good-looking!" ”

Xinyu: "......"

Not to mention anything else, from "The Story of the Peony", "The Story of the Spirit Fox" to the Butterfly Fairy, it can be judged that people in the capital like stories like fairies and ghosts.

In this case, she will have a number in her heart.

The news that Qingsong Bookstore was going to pay 500 taels of silver to buy a story spread all over the capital, and the book writers, down-and-out scholars, and even low-cost petty officials, and students of Guozijian all secretly wrote stories, and within a few days, Qingsong Bookstore, which was originally a crowd, was almost broken by these people.

The world's favorite pursuit of liveliness, curiosity and freshness can't help but walk into the bookstore, even if only two out of ten people buy books to take away, the total is not a small number.

Shopkeeper Hu burst into tears: "Owner, you are really good at business!" ”

Five hundred taels have not been spent, and many books that have fallen into dust have been sold out!

In this way, not only did Xin Yu's "Peony Record" need to be engraved, but the shopkeeper Hu also selected a best-selling poetry collection to print.

"The owner, if we raise the amount to 1,000 taels, then there will be more people who come here."

As for whether it will really cost a thousand taels to buy a story, cough cough, it's not up to the bookstore to decide.

Xin Yu shook his head and denied: "There is no need for this." Five hundred taels is a very sincere price, if you really have to spend a thousand taels to buy a story, the risk of loss is too great, and if you just use the high price as a gimmick, you don't actually buy it, and no one will come after a long time. At the end of the day, it's still about putting out popular words. ”

"The proprietor said that it is best to pick a good story during this time and revitalize the bookstore."

Xin Yu said with a smile: "The shopkeeper seized this opportunity to print a collection of poems is very good, the already good version just takes some ink and labor, but it must be done well, and it can't be sold to customers and the defective products smashed the bookstore signboard." ”

"The owner can rest assured." The shopkeeper Hu patted his chest and promised.

The smile on Xin Yu's lips disappeared, and she raised her hand and pressed the corner of her eye.

Thank you for the 10,000 coins of the political ambition to spread all over the world, iampetty, the moon and the stars without a trace, the white clouds fluttering by, and the ink feather magic feathers, and thank you to the book friends who rewarded and voted.

(End of chapter)