On the roads leading in all directions in the inner city, a group of readers gathered into a huge team and headed towards Yanxia Hutong, indignantly reprimanding the marketing methods of Sanyu Bookstore as they walked.

On a teahouse in Linjiang, Tang Zhongjing, the fourth highness wearing regular clothes, looked out from afar by the railing, and was suddenly attracted by the noisy sound, frowned, and called his subordinates: "Go and see what's going on over there." ”

Soon, the servant replied: "Your Highness, Jiang Han opened Sanyu Bookstore today, he asked a few people to hold banners and banners to parade through the street to promote Sanyu Bookstore, passing by the door of Yuting Bookstore, which angered many readers, and now these people are about to come to question Jiang Han." ”

Tang Zhongjing frowned, "How did Jiang Han's people promote Sanyu Bookstore?" ”

Those people shouted as they walked: If you don't read "Dream of Red Mansions" in your life, it will be in vain to read all the poems and books. Also shouted: The ancient book "Dream of Red Mansions" is about to go on sale, and the Sanyu Book House in Yanxia Hutong invites you to enjoy it. ”

When Tang Zhongjing heard this, he looked at the team not far away and frowned, this Jiang Han, according to Xu Yuemian's report, is not the kind of arrogant and presumptuous person!

How could such a stupid trick come about?

Isn't this an opportunity for others to attack him?

Meanwhile, on the other side of the inner city.

Xu Yuemian also learned the news, and immediately stood up and changed color: "Jiang Han, is he crazy?" Or was someone deliberately framed? ”

Xu Yunchou, who was wearing a green shirt, said: "Those people are indeed the people recruited by Jiang Han recently, but there must be someone among them who is picking, otherwise there would not be so many people going to Sanyu Library." ”

Xu Yuemian pondered for a moment: "Sister, you go and take a look, if something goes wrong, be sure to protect Jiang Han!" ”

Jiang Han's advertising words are really too arrogant, Confucianism is still martial, Xu Yuemian is really worried that those Confucian students will beat Jiang Han to death in anger.

"Okay." Xu Yunchou nodded.

The first to learn the news was actually Chengguofu.

After all, Ningguo Mansion and Chengguo Mansion are not far apart.

"Sensationalism, swaggering! This man is a clown! ”

Qingqiu Hall.

"What? Jiang Han actually let people promote it like this? ”

"I'm afraid I'll offend a lot of readers."

"Let's go, let's take a look."

……

Yanxia Hutong, Sanyu Book House.

Jiang Han didn't have much expectations for today's opening, in his expectation, there would only be one or two hundred people to buy books today, of course, one or two hundred people would be very good.

If "Dream of Red Mansions" wants to sell well, it will have to wait for the first batch of readers who read the book to spontaneously promote it two or three days later, so as to boost the sales of "Dream of Red Mansions".

But he didn't expect that less than half an hour after the opening, a large number of scholars not far away would come over with great momentum.

If it weren't for the fact that those scholars didn't have knives in their hands, Jiang Han would have thought that these people were here to fight.

Soon, the group of readers tore apart the readers who had originally gathered in front of the Sanyu Book House, and came to ask for the guilt violently.

Wu Pan, the little girl in front of the counter, trembled with fright, these people didn't seem to be here to buy books, but to make trouble!

One of the leading scholars in the crowd shouted: "Let the boss of your Sanyu Book House get out!" ”

The little girl Wu Pan's face turned pale and she swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

At this time, Jiang Han walked out of the main gate, his face was calm, his eyes swept at the people outside the door, and said, "I am the owner of these three more bookstores, what's the matter?" ”

The scholar grabbed a banner and threw it on the ground, saying, "This banner is yours, right?" ”

"Not bad." Jiang Han glanced down, and it was the advertising slogan he wrote.

"Jiang Han, I originally thought you were a genius, but who knew that you would do this! In order to sell books, you actually used this kind of sensationalism, you said that you don't read "Dream of Red Mansions" in your life, and it is in vain to read all the poetry books, we haven't read this book, are the previous books read in vain? You treat me like a mustard! ”

"After all, it is a poor family from a small place, and the means are so low! I'd like to see what your so-called "Dream of Red Mansions" is! ”

Someone even shouted: "Jiang Han, if you don't apologize to us today, you don't want to open this bookstore!" ”

Jiang Han looked at the "indignant" readers, and couldn't help but be stunned, he thought that his advertising words might usher in some scolding, but he didn't expect so many people to come.

But soon Jiang Han understood what was going on.

Because he saw Zuo Bin, the helmsman of the Jade Court Book Company, in the crowd.

Zuo Bin walked out of the crowd, looked at Jiang Han with a serious expression, and said, "Jiang Xiaoyou, the old man understands that you want to use your literary name to make a quick profit, but this is not how books are sold!" In order to promote your book, you regard the world's talents as grass mustard, which is indeed excessive! ”

Jiang Han was happy all of a sudden, he said why so many people came, it turned out that the people from the Yuting Book Store were arching the fire!

He ignored Zuo Bin, but laughed loudly: "Since you have questioned the new book published by Sanyu Bookstore, then Jiang Mou came out to explain two sentences. This "Dream of Red Mansions" was reviewed by Zhongli Daru, and after Zhongli Daru read it, he said three sentences in a row, and regarded it as a treasure. If you don't believe in Jiang, don't you still believe in Zhongli Confucian? ”

"Zhongli Daru also said okay? You're not talking nonsense, are you! Someone questioned.

Jiang Han pointed to the signboard: "This word is written by Zhongli Daru himself, who dares to fake it?" ”

"Zhongli Daru really thinks this book is good?"

"No matter how bold Jiang Han is, he doesn't dare to use the name of Zhongli Daru to promote this book, right?"

Listening to everyone's whispers, Zuo Bin felt slightly uneasy in his heart, how could he forget Zhongli Daru!

At this time, Jiang Han said again: "If you still have doubts, you can enter the bookstore, read it first and then buy it, if it is not good-looking, even if you smash my bookstore!" ”

These words shook some people again.

"Okay, I want to see how well you can write this book!"

"If it's not good-looking, I'll smash your library!"

Immediately, some people walked into the bookstore.

But there were still many people standing at the door, looking at Sanyu Book House questioningly.

Jiang Han said: "Today, Sanyu Bookstore opened, and only 5,000 copies are sold! Thirty of them are bookmarked, and the bookmarks are written on Jiang's poems. ”

Hearing this, many people sneered:

"Your poems? What about your poems? ”

"Who is rare about your broken words?"

Zuo Bin sneered even more, thinking to himself, this Jiang Han has the support of Zhongli Confucian, it is indeed difficult to deal with, but this kind of marketing method is too low-level! How much can your poem be worth? Who is rare! Is it worth someone else to buy a book for a poem?

At this moment, a scholar took out a golden bookmark from the book and shouted in surprise: "Hey, there is a bookmark with a poem on it, the sun is at the end of the mountain, and the Yellow River flows into the sea." If you want to be poor, go to the next level. ”

The voice fell, and the reader outside the door suddenly turned his head and looked at the man with wide eyes.

What?

Such a good poem?