At this time, the free market was just being planned, and the shopkeepers who did small businesses were not particularly thick-skinned.

At least they're not thick enough to open their eyes and tell nonsense.

When encountering this kind of thing, it is always a weak heart.

What's more, the old lady in front of her is not a simple character at first glance.

He didn't dare to offend easily.

"Don't be nervous, boy."

Seeing the shopkeeper's reaction, Ding Lao couldn't help but smile gently, "I, just look at what the books you sell look like." ”

"Also...... What else can it look like, just like the book. ”

The young shopkeeper muttered quietly, but he didn't stop him, "Feel free, my book was also bought back for money, not a fake." ”

Ding Lao walked around the store, picked up a few villain books, flipped through them, and put them back.

Then he looked at the shopkeeper: "Young man, do you know why my students know that you are selling pirated books?" ”

"I ...... I don't know. ”

The shopkeeper blushed, "I went to the provincial capital to buy the goods, and people said it was true, it was published by "Children's Heart", I really don't know ......"

"You've been deceived by those pirates."

The old man's tone was gentle, and he couldn't tell whether he was angry or not, "I happen to have one with me, and this is the real book published by "Childlike Heart". ”

"What is the difference between these two books?"

Ding Lao took out a copy of the three dozen hundred bone essences that had just been published from his arms, and handed it to the young man with a smile in his eyes.

The shopkeeper carefully took the book handed by the old lady, and read it carefully, until at last his face was as red as a monkey's buttocks, and he was speechless.

"Do you see?"

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time after reading it, Ding Lao asked gently, "You said that this book with blurred handwriting hurts the eyes of the children?" ”

"Look at these illustrations, they are not as good as my little great-grandson's paintings, do you think this will affect the children's aesthetics?"

"Old ...... Old man, I ...... I really don't know. ”

The shopkeeper carefully returned the books, "The next time I see those people, I'll scold them for making black money." ”

"Don't worry, I won't sell these books unless I can get the real genuine books."

"With your words, my old lady will be relieved."

Speaking of this, Ding Lao smiled, "Don't worry, since my students have messed up your business today, then I, as a teacher, should compensate you." ”

"In this way, I'll give you a note, and you can take it to the provincial library to find Director Liang......"

"Lao Ding, wait a minute."

Before Ding Lao finished speaking, a voice came from the crowd, "You ask people to find Director Liang, isn't this embarrassing." ”

"I know a young man in the Young Library, and I asked the young man to find him more appropriately."

"Old Fang, then you can talk about it quickly."

Ding Lao also reacted after being reminded by an old friend.

After all, the young man had never experienced a big scene, and it was really inappropriate for him to go directly to Director Liang because of such a trivial matter.

Fang Lao smiled and said, "Young man, you take this piece and go to the Young Library to find someone named Fang Yuan, and say that it was introduced by Fang Yamei." ”

As she spoke, she took the slip from Ding Lao's hand, took out the pen she carried with her and wrote a few words, and then handed it to the shopkeeper.

"Yo, Lao Fang, it turns out that you have a junior who works in the provincial library."

"Hey, that kid is not influenced by me, he likes to read and study, so he got such a job after graduation."

Fang Lao smiled, "Young man, if you go, they will arrange for you to be qualified to sell genuine books, and then you will be able to sell books in the bright future." ”

"This ...... I ......"

(End of chapter)