Lin Mo looked forward to it: "Boss Su, do you have a bookstore?"

Su Mingyuan chuckled: "Little Brother Lin won't want to take a cut again, right?" ”

Su Mingyuan could imagine the hot scene after the launch of this story.

To put it this way: "I can't give that little this time, I want fifty percent." Lin Mo said, still using his hand to compare the posture of five.

Su Miyuan's smile deepened: "Little Brother Lin, do you give me the book directly, or do you need me to ask someone to copy it." "The most expensive thing is to ask someone to copy it.

Lin Mo asked confusedly: "What's the difference between this?" ”

Song Mingyuan shrugged his shoulders: "You don't need me to contribute, I will agree with you." "He doesn't lose anything anyway.

Lin Mo asked tentatively, "What do you need?" ”

"Then three or seven points, you three and I seven." Su Mingyuan also used his hand to draw the gesture of three and seven.

Twenty percent more, how much money does it have to be, Lin Mo simply got into the eyes of money at this time: "That's not needed, we write it ourselves." "Sisters, I'm sorry, I only have to work hard for you.

Su Mingyuan took a sip of tea elegantly, and kindly prompted: "I want to remind you, once this is promoted, the number is amazing, are you sure you wrote it?"

Su Mingyuan's hint calmed Lin Mo down, the sisters still have to conceive the details of the story, and they don't have much time to copy, she really can't guarantee that she can write it.

Thinking about the scene when the sisters were urged not to eat or drink, and to write hard, forget it, they still rely on their brainpower to make money, and this kind of physical work should be handed over to Su Mingyuan!

Lin Mo scratched his head embarrassedly: "Boss Su, it's better for you to contribute manpower, you are seven and I are three." ”

Su Mingyuan was still impressed to see that this kid could calm down in such a short time from this huge number.

"Okay, sign the contract!"

Lin Mo opened his bright eyes and stared straight at Su Mingyuan: "Boss Su, I still have a question." ”

"Little Brother Lin, please speak."

Su Mingyuan was a little uncomfortable being stared at by Lin Mo, and always felt that this kid was calculating something about himself.

Lin Mo picked up the book on the table: "My story, Boss Su, is going to tell this story in the teahouse as a book, right?"

Su Mingyuan raised his eyes and swept towards Lin Mo: "Why not?" This is the best publicity.

Lin Mo flattered himself: "Yes, of course you can, then do we have to talk about the sharing first?"

Su Mingyuan had a bad premonition: "Didn't we talk about it just now?" ”

Ning Mo smiled all over his face, and his lips opened lightly: "I was talking about the bookstore just now, and now I'm going to talk about the teahouse."

Su Mingyuan laughed angrily: "You still have to divide the money from my two businesses for this story." The little guy has a big appetite.

Lin Qingke on the side was so frightened that she hurriedly pulled Lin Mo's clothes, wanting her to stop.

Lin Mo patted Lin Qing's hand lightly, reassuring her.

Lin Mo looked up and said very confidently: "As long as my story can bring income to Boss Su's teahouse, I am eligible to share the money."

"This can't be commissioned, I'll just give the money!"

The little guy was right, this story would indeed bring him a huge income for his teahouse.

The main feature of his teahouse is to attract customers with the wonderful stories of the storyteller, and he is sure that once this story of "Yang Jiajiang" is launched, it will become the golden signature of his teahouse.

This Lin Mo thought about it in advance: "In this way, I will send a manuscript to the teahouse every six days, and Boss Su will settle the bill for me."

Su Mingyuan leaned lazily on the back of the chair: "Then how much do I give you each time?" ”

Lin Mo said generously: "Boss Su, look at it!" I believe that Boss Su will not treat me badly. Lin Mo threw the problem to Su Mingyuan.

Of course, Su Mingyuan will not be stingy, he believes that this little guy will bring him more surprises in the future: "Then it's good for me to give you twenty taels of silver every time." ”

Lin Qing was on the side, and he didn't know where to put his excited hands, twenty taels in six days, and one hundred taels a month, this alone was enough for all their expenses, not to mention the commissions of melon seeds and bookstores.

Two months later.

On the streets of Qingzhou City, people greet each other, no longer "Have you eaten?" Rather, "Did you listen to the Yang family general of the secretary teahouse?" ”

If you listen to it, the two of them will discuss the plot fiercely together.

If you don't listen, you will be despised by the other party, "Brother, you're too backward, aren't you?" I've never heard of this. ”

All in all, "Yang Jiajiang" has set off a powerful wave of discussion throughout Qingzhou.

The Su Kee Teahouse was full, and the books in the Suji bookstore were in short supply.

A few families are happy, a few are sad, the old house of the Su family, Master Su looked at a group of trembling shopkeepers with a dark face.

"Why are all the teahouses losing money in the past two months?"

A shopkeeper cautiously stood up: "Master, during this time, the eldest prince's teahouse has successively launched the story of fragrant melon seeds and "Yang Jiajiang", which has pulled all the guests over, No one has entered the store, and we can't help it!"

Hearing this, Old Man Su's face darkened even more: "Others have new tastes and new stories, can't you do it?"

Another shopkeeper wiped the cold sweat on his face, and replied tremblingly: "During this time, we also tried to study melon seeds, but why didn't the taste be right?" ”

A younger shopkeeper also agreed: "During this time, we have also invited a lot of storytellers, but we still can't keep customers."

Su Ping waved his hand impatiently: "You all go down, I'll figure out a way to do this." ”

Wait for a group of people to leave.

A lean middle-aged man stood behind Su Ping.

Su Ping looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, and frowned slightly: "Did you find it?" ”

The middle-aged man replied respectfully: "Master Hui, two months ago, a group of new brothers and sisters came to Qingzhou City, and the melon seed recipe and the story of "Yang Jiajiang" were the youngest of them named Lin Mo for the eldest son."

Su Ping glanced at the middle-aged man with his gaze: "Do you know what to do?" ”

"I'm going to bring people here."

The middle-aged man withdrew after speaking.

After the others left, Su Ping slammed his fist on the table: "Rebel, are you waiting for the old man?" ”

The day to receive dividends at the beginning of each month has come again.

Lin Mo took Lin Feng to walk down the street happily, this time she could bring the wooden hairpin that Sister Shui gave her, after this period of contact, she could be sure that Su Mingyuan was a trustworthy person.

She decided to tell him about Sister Shui, she really wanted to know what happened to Sister Water in this Qingzhou City?

Why did Sister Shui fall into the Qinglou, she stayed for five years.

Why did the identity of the second miss of the Su family become a taboo in Qingzhou City, no one dared to talk about it?

She believed that Su Mingyuan should be able to solve her doubts.

Just when Lin Mo was thinking about things, he was touched by a boy who ran over, Lin Mo subconsciously touched his purse, and sure enough, it was gone.

"Fifth sister, hurry up and chase the boy just now, he stole my purse."

Lin Mo and Lin Feng chased the boy all the way to an alley and stopped.

"The thief handed over my ninth sister's purse."

The boy didn't run away at this time, and stood behind them with a smile on his lips.

Lin Mo realized that something was wrong now, and when he looked back, five or six big men gambled on them at the entrance of the alley.

Lin Feng hurriedly stopped in front of Lin Mo and looked at these people vigilantly.

"What are you going to do?"

A big man in the lead pointed at Lin Mo and said, "Please trouble this little brother to come with us!"

Lin Mo hid behind Lin Feng and poked his head out and shouted at the leader: "Big brother, did you recognize the wrong person?" ”

The big man who took the lead was full of impatience: "It's you Lin Mo who is looking for it, don't talk nonsense, hurry up and follow us"

Lin Mo continued to speak: "Where are you going to take me?" ”

"You'll know when you go." The leader said and gestured to his subordinates to move.

When a thug was about to catch Lin Mo, he was slammed to the ground by Lin Feng with an over-the-shoulder "snap".

Lin Feng then raised a thug in front of her with both hands and threw it to the ground.

The big man who took the lead saw the way, and shouted loudly to his subordinates: "This kid just has a lot of strength, everyone be careful not to let her touch her body." ”

These people looked like Lian Jiazi, they were careless just now, and they suffered a loss at Lin Feng's hands, and when they adjusted their state, Lin Feng was no longer their opponent, and they stopped Lin Fengqin after a while.

When the big man who took the lead was about to catch Lin Mo, he was hit in the head by a flying stone.

"Which one is a nosyman?"

"Which one is deadly? Dare to arrest people in the streets in the jurisdiction of the prince of this world. ”

Dahan turned his head when he heard the voice, and was immediately dumbfounded.

"The prince of the world is around, the little one will not dare next time."

Seeing that the big men all knelt down, several little Luo Luo were frightened and quickly let go of Lin Feng, and they all knelt on the ground.

Mo Ningyi motioned for his men to take away the kneeling people.

Lin Mo only saw the man who rescued her at this time, his black hair was tied with a white ribbon, and he was dressed in snow-white satin. A long tassel of white silk is tied around the waist, and a piece of mutton fat white jade is tied on it, and it is covered with soft smoke and light yarn. The eyebrows are long into the sideburns, the eyes are slender and gentle, the bridge of the nose is beautiful, and the skin is fair.

What a suave man.

Lin Feng saw that Lin Mo was looking at Shizi in a daze, and quickly pulled her to kneel on the ground.

"Thank you, thank you for saving me."

Mo Ningyi's eyes swept to Lin Feng, and he saw at a glance that Lin Feng was a woman, but he didn't care, and raised his hand: "Get up!" ”

When Lin Mo stood up, the wooden hairpin in his arms fell out and happened to be transferred to Mo Ningyi's feet.

Mo Ningyi looked at the hairpin at his feet, his face changed, and he hurriedly bent down to pick it up and looked at it carefully, his face became deeper and darker.

Suddenly, Mo Ningyi walked quickly to Lin Mo's side, grabbed Lin Mo's collar and asked coldly, "Where did you get this hairpin?" ”

Lin Mo was suddenly a little out of breath.

"The world, the son of the world, let go."

"Lord Shizi, let it go!"

Lin Feng couldn't care about it so much, and directly pushed Mo Ningyi away.

Because Lin Feng was too anxious, he didn't care about the strength in his hand, and pushed Mo Ningyi to the ground at once.

Mo Ningyi was lying on the ground a little stunned, he was actually pushed to the ground by a little girl who didn't know martial arts at all.

Lin Feng knew that she was in trouble, but she had nothing to do now, she could only protect Lin Mo and only stare at Mo Ningyi.

"Ahem, ahem."

Lin Mo coughed while holding his chest, thinking about what is the relationship between this son of the world and Sister Shui? Why did you react so much to see this wooden hairpin?

"Shizi, I picked up this hairpin by accident."

Mo Ningyi stood up and patted the dust on his body: "Where did you pick it up?" ”

"I picked it up in Lingcheng." Lin Mo said a place not far from Meng City.

Mo Ningyi took the wooden hairpin and watched it repeatedly: "When did you pick it up?" ”

Lin Mo thought for a while: "It's been about half a year. ”

Mo Ningyi took the hairpin and looked at Lin Mo: "This hairpin is an old man of mine, can you keep it for me?" "There is an invisible pressure in the voice.

Lin Mo wanted to say that she didn't want to, but she didn't dare, the entire Qingzhou was the fief of Mo Ningyi's father Mo, he Mo Ningyi was the emperor of the soil here, and she dared to say a word there.