The backyard of Shangmo Bookstore.

Movable type printing equipment occupies nearly half of the house, and each type mold looks extremely regular and exquisite, and the type mold is connected to the ink sac, which can automatically fill the ink. The word mold is embedded on the word plate, and some commonly used words have several backups, and the uncommonly used ones are basically complete.

There is even a rocker, which is easy to operate, and if you make a steam engine and add it to transformation, it can even be automatically printed.

Ying Wuji couldn't help but marvel, he didn't expect such a huge amount of tasks, and the Ink Guild was actually built in just two days.

And it's three sets!

even sent some more trustworthy ink people, on the one hand, to earn wages, and on the other hand, they really wanted to be friends with Ying Wuji.

Zhai Yun rubbed his hands with a look of eagerness: "Childe, when are we going to do it?" ”

Ying Wuji smiled: "The ink paper has already been prepared, and you can do it now." ”

Anyway, now all the paper shops are his industry, and they can be called at any time, there is no problem when the payment will be settled, and the ink is ready early, and after so much investment in the early stage, it can finally be opened.

Zhai Yun asked, "What book to print first?" ”

Ying Wuji took out a booklet directly from his arms: "Let's get Lan Lingsheng's "Tales of Mountains and Seas" first, Lan Lingsheng's limelight during this time is not small, let's take advantage of his east wind to make a profit." ”

Seeing "Tales of Mountains and Seas", Zhai Yun subconsciously showed a look of disdain.

Although a hundred schools of thought are contending today, there is still a chain of contempt, and the novelist, as the only school of thought that does not enter the ten schools and does not enter the ninth stream, is naturally at the bottom of the chain of contempt, which is inferior to doctors and farmers.

However, he didn't say much, because "Tales of Mountains and Seas" is indeed more popular, not only the young men and women of wealthy families like these curious contents, but also many students like these things, the first two volumes are widely circulated and copied, and the new one is in short supply.

Many wealthy people even came to Jiangcheng in order to buy a book.

It's perfect to use it to make money.

Ying Wuji looked at him Zhai Yun's face was strange, and couldn't help asking, "Brother Zhai has an opinion?" ”

Zhai Yun's expression was a little complicated: "This book lacks philosophical thoughts, but it is a mixture of street talk and existing demons and monsters in the world, and it can be sold at a good price. ”

Gee.

Even if the people are enlightened, it is impossible for the Mohist works to sell better than this!

Ying Wuji can't bear to poke this matter, after all, who doesn't want to make money, not to mention that Li Guo is a cultural power, and even has a sense of copyright protection, they can't control the folk transcription, but the books sold in the bookstore will give the author a cut for every book sold.

Nowadays, the average number of books per book is less than consistent, about 800 words. With an average monthly income of less than two percent, it is undoubtedly a luxury.

According to the market situation, the paper is 50 wen, and the transcription is 350 wen, making a total profit of 400 wen, of which 20% is given to the author, that is, 80 wen.

As long as twenty-five copies are sold, the author will take two taels of profits.

If the author is alive, it will be sent directly to the author after deducting taxes, and it will also be sent to future generations fifty years after death.

If it is a hundred classics, most of the authors have died, and the profits will be sent to the nearby academies.

Ying Wuji also slapped his thigh: "This wave, I'm afraid I'm going to be made by Lan Lingsheng!" ”

He also moved his own idea of copying books, he has seen this "Mountains and Seas Strange Talk", it is all folk street talk, there is curiosity, but the story is a lot worse, if you really copy it, "Strange Tales from Liaozhai" can explode him ten streets, but he now urgently needs to return to the capital quickly, and the best way is to take advantage of Lanlingsheng's east wind.

Zhai Yun also acquiesced to this result: "Count him lucky!" Next month is the 100 grand event, and many students from all over the world have come. Let's work hard to print, and Childe will also take advantage of this time to make money! ”

"Hard work Brother Zhai!"

Ying Wuji couldn't help but sigh, these ink artists are all hard-working masters, he didn't know before, but later he learned that this Zhai Yun is the deacon of the craftsman department of the Jiangcheng branch, such a big guy, but he has no shelf, and he is so dedicated, it is really not easy.

But yes, when we talked about it before, the salary has been changed to a piecework model, and printing a book is ten literary wages, with the current situation, three sets of movable type printing a day 1,000 copies easily, a month is 30,000 copies. If you work harder, you can earn far more than fifty taels per person.

This guy is taller than the thousands of households, so he can't make money from death?

The inkmen were quick to get into action.

Ying Wuji finally settled down and returned to the bookstore, the store was still very deserted, few customers came to buy books, and if it continued like this, it was estimated that it might not be able to sell out in a year.

The little maid Bai Zhi was playing chess with Wu Dan, and she killed this prince of Wu Guo so much that she lost her armor and complained bitterly.

Wu Dan saw Ying Wuji come out, and his fat right hand hurriedly messed up the chessboard: "No, no, no!" This game is a draw! ”

Bai Zhi was unconvinced: "Obviously you are about to lose!" Don't be fooled, give the money quickly, I still have to feed my son! ”

"Don't make a mess, I'm going to discuss business with your son-in-law."

Wu Dan waved his hand and looked at Ying Wuji: "Brother Wuji!" How's that, my ink friends are still reliable, right? ”

Ying Wuji smiled and nodded: "Not bad!" In the future, the income of the store will be yours! ”

"Really?"

"That must be true, what about Sister Hua Chao?"

"Isn't that in the bookkeeper?"

"Hmm!"

Ying Wuji nodded, then walked directly to the account room and knocked on the door, and when he heard the sound, he pushed the door in.

Hua Chao was holding his cheeks and writing and drawing on the paper, as if he was settling accounts.

She put down her pen and looked worried: "Mowgli, those ink writers, are they all Kato Taka who copies thousands of books every day?" ”

These days, her brow hasn't stretched.

After all, with so much money invested, how could she not be worried.

Although Ying Wuji said that "copying a thousand books a day" doesn't seem to bluff people, and it seems that he has been busy working in the backyard recently, but this kind of thing sounds a little out of tune after all.

She really wanted to see what Ying Wuji was doing in the backyard, but she also knew that she couldn't cross Ying Wuji's bottom line, so she could only do it in a hurry.

Ying Wuji grinned: "It's okay!" They have all obtained my true biography, and they add up to a thousand copies a day with absolutely no problem, and you can just wait for the inspection tomorrow! ”

After a few days of getting along, he had a bad impression of this sister.

She's big after all.

Of course, he was referring to age, and older people know how to be considerate.

And, not only age, but also considerate, but also eye-catching.

The most important thing is that the people are good, as long as Ying Wuji has nothing else to do, he will generally stay here.

"Really?"

"Sister Hua Chao doesn't believe me?"

"Faith ......"

As soon as Hua Chao heard that he would be able to inspect the goods tomorrow, he finally put his mind at ease, and asked again: "Then how much do you say we should price?" If it's too high, I'm afraid it won't be able to steal the business of other bookstores. ”

Ying Wuji stretched out three fingers: "Three hundred Wen!" ”

"Three hundred wen!"

Hua Chao was shocked, he didn't expect that the price set by Ying Wuji would not even be half of the market price, no matter how remote the location is, there will be countless people who will come to buy, after all, this price, even if it is still high for civilians, can barely afford to consume, and the source of customers is bigger than imagined.

But she still realized the problem inside: "But three hundred texts a volume, I'm afraid I can't even afford to hire a copyist, right?" ”

Ying Wuji waved his hand: "Don't worry! They only need ten texts to copy a book! ”

"Shiwen! How can it be? ”

"Sister Hua Chao believes in me!"

Then Ying Wuji told her about the profit model.

A book sells for 300 wen, and normal paper needs 50 wen, but the paper line is unscrupulous, and the price can be reduced to 40 wen, the ink is of the worst quality, about 20 wen, the ink writer prints 10 wen, and the bookbinder sent by the paper shop is 10 wen.

In this way, the profit is about 220 texts per volume, and it will be distributed to the author a lot, so it is said that fake accounts must be done, and the cost of 120 texts will be forcibly calculated on Ying Wuji, and the reason is that Ying Wuji has comprehended the spell of copying thousands of books a day, no matter how outrageous it is, the cost of copying books is much lower than others.

In this way, the profit on the surface is 100 wen, and 20% is given to the author, that is, 20 wen.

On average, a book makes a profit of 200 wen, and 30,000 copies a month is 6,000 taels.

"Six thousand taels?"

Hua Chao was directly stunned.