Xia Yuan stayed, half-active and half-passively pulled back by the shopkeeper, and sat on the chair again.

"If the little minister feels that the price is not satisfied, he can talk about it again, why get up and say goodbye, in this way, the son will say a price, and the old man will listen to it."

"Don't say it, don't say it."

Xia Yuan shook his head and continued to kick the ball back, "It's better for the shopkeeper to say it, I'll listen." ”

"That..."

The shopkeeper groaned and said, "How about twelve taels, this is..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xia Yuan suddenly got up, "Farewell, I'll ask elsewhere." ”

"Eh, Childe, stay and stay."

The shopkeeper hurriedly pulled Xia Yuan back and sat down, "Fifteen taels, how about fifteen taels?" ”

"Farewell...."

"Eighteen taels..."

"Farewell...."

"Twenty taels!"

"Farewell!"

“......”

The shopkeeper's forehead had begun to sweat, and he knew in his heart that although this book was written in a strange way, strangeness represented novelty, and novel manuscripts always aroused people's interest, and interest predicted sales.

What's more, the content is very different from all the current books, those plots, and the descriptions of martial arts are also really fascinating.

The shopkeeper is quite optimistic about the prospects of this book, but this person, who is on a horse, will say this, right?

Twenty taels are still not satisfied, what else do you want?

If you are not satisfied, you are not satisfied, so you should say a price, what if it happens?

The atmosphere was a little deadlocked, and the shopkeeper shouted towards the front hall, "Xiao Qi, go make a pot of tea, I want good tea!" ”

After the order, the shopkeeper wiped a handful on his forehead with his cuffs, and helped Xia Yuan to the chair with a smile: "Childe, come, sit down, don't look at the old man, this is just a bookstore, but there is also good tea, good Mingqian tea, and wait for the tea to come up, Childe will taste it first." ”

The so-called pre-Ming tea is the tea picked before the Qingming Festival, due to the low temperature before the Qingming Dynasty, the number of tea germination is extremely limited, so the yield is very small.

When the tea was served, Xia Yuan took a sip with anticipation, smacking his mouth, his evaluation was that it was not as good as iced black tea.

Putting the teacup down, he then asked, "The price of my book...."

"Don't be in a hurry, Childe, taste the tea first, taste the tea first, this tea is cold but it's a waste."

The shopkeeper waved his hand with a smile, took a sip of the teacup, and from time to time closed his eyes and shook his head, looking intoxicated.

"Okay."

What else can Xia Yuan say, he has to drink it together, he has not awakened the talent of tea tasting in his two lives, and he feels that all tea has the same taste.

Finally, half a pot of tea was eaten, and the shopkeeper finally began to talk about the price of the manuscript again, "Childe, don't hide it, your manuscript is really good, but twenty taels is already a very fair price, you must know that the highest price that the old man has ever offered in this bookstore is thirty taels of silver."

In this way, according to the highest price, you will be allowed thirty taels, and then higher. No matter how high it is, the old man is really more than willing and not enough, after all, the old man is just a shopkeeper, not the owner. ”

When the words fell, he saw Xia Yuan get up again, and seemed to be planning to say goodbye again, and hurriedly added: "If it doesn't work, the old man will be the master of my family's owner, add five taels to the second one, and then give you five taels, a total of thirty-five taels, it will be regarded as a good fate, what does the son think?" ”

Thirty-five taels?

Xia Yuan put the butt that had been lifted a few centimeters back on the chair, pondered for a while, and proposed: "Shopkeeper, so be it, the price is fifty taels." ”

"When the time comes, the second volume, the third volume, the fourth volume, the fifth and sixth seven eighty and ninety volumes, I will also cooperate with your bookstore."

As soon as I heard that there were five or six seven eight or ninety volumes behind, the shopkeeper suddenly became troubled, and the number of words in this first volume was about eighty or ninety thousand words, and this book would be very long when I heard this meaning.

It's good, but at this price, fifty taels is too much, not to mention that there is only one volume.

If the latter ones are all counted as fifty taels, and those with ten or twenty volumes, then they can't go out for a thousand taels?

"Thirty-six taels at most." After weighing for a while, the shopkeeper gritted his teeth, gave his own offer, and explained: "The old man does not shirk with the son, and the words of others are only sold after they are written, and most of the pages are more than 100,000 words, and our bookstore often only gives the price of more than ten or twenty taels, and it is absolutely sky-high to give thirty-six taels of eighty or ninety thousand words like Childe."

What's more, the second volume, the third volume, and even the four, five, six, seven, and eight volumes behind Childe, if the number of words in each volume is small, only 50,000 or 60,000 words, or the content is not as good as the first volume..."

"Rest assured, the rest of the content will only be more exciting." Xia Yuan suddenly interjected, and said his previous plan again, "But it's really difficult to control the number of words, why don't we count the money by the number of words?" ”

"Money by word count?"

The shopkeeper was stunned, and in an instant, he felt as if he had opened the door to a new world.

What about the temperament, backbone, and face of the reader?

"That's right, for example, a thousand words and a tael of silver, this is the fairest, you can't do without yours, you can't have more than mine, how good." Xia Yuan wanted to say this method for a long time, but he didn't find a chance.

"A thousand words and a tael of silver?!"

Hearing this price, the shopkeeper was shocked, and couldn't help but shout, "Riding a horse is crazy, right?"

"Don't get excited, shopkeeper, I'm just making an analogy, and I don't really want you to pay a thousand words and a tael of silver, we can discuss the details."

Hearing this, the shopkeeper put his mind at ease and began to think about the feasibility of this method.

Is it really possible?

It is true that doing this is a bit of a petty family, but this product doesn't want to be a face for a scholar, and he is only a businessman at best, so what are you afraid of.

What's more, this method is indeed very fair, absolutely fair.

After thinking clearly, the shopkeeper began to think about how much money should be given for a thousand words, eighty or ninety thousand words, and the original price was thirty-six taels...

After some mental arithmetic, the shopkeeper said: "How about a thousand words worth four dollars of silver?" ”

Four coins of silver, the height of this first volume is only about thirty-three taels, and you can save a few taels.

Xia Yuan shook his head, "How ugly is four money, death, death, six money, six six Shun, auspicious." ”

"Just four cents." The shopkeeper's attitude this time was extremely resolute, and his words were categorical.

"Otherwise, you and I will each take a step back, five dollars of silver, a thousand words and five pieces of silver."

“.......”

The shopkeeper lowered his head and began to do mental arithmetic, and after careful calculation, he found that he had lost.

But he didn't refuse again, hesitated, and sighed, "That's it, just according to the child's wishes, five dollars." ”

"The shopkeeper is so bright."

“.....”

The old shopkeeper didn't say a word, took out a small abacus from his arms, and began to calculate it against the manuscript.

Xia Yuan was not idle, and saw that there was a sub-case next to him, and there were four treasures of the study on it, so he walked over and picked up the brush, took another piece of paper, and began to count.

The brush he uses to write novels is the thinnest small block letters, and each character is about the same size, how many are horizontal and how many are vertical, and the equation is calculated on the column, multiplying it by the top and bottom, and subtracting the blank line.

Dozens of pages, but it was done in about ten minutes, and when Xia Yuan wrote the calculated numbers on the side, he looked up and saw that the shopkeeper was still counting.

He was not in a hurry, he waited by the side, and it took about ten minutes before the shopkeeper finally put down his abacus and said, "A total of 82,567 words." ”

Xia Yuan lowered his eyes and glanced at his results, "Well, it's the same as I calculated, eighty-two thousand five hundred and sixty-seven, a total of forty-one and twenty-five dollars." ”

The shopkeeper's hand holding his beard tightened, "Why forty-one taels and five dollars?" Isn't that more than 500 words counted...."

"yes, rounding."

“.......”