Thinking of doing so, Shiraishi started writing for three days in a row and wrote a book called Soul Resurrection. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This book tells the story of a scholar who died in despair, who accidentally returned to his soul, and finally succeeded in the scientific expedition and returned to the beauty.

The story is very old-fashioned, and Shiraishi also borrowed the storylines of some popular novels of the moment to piece together this book.

Looking at the novel he had written, Shiraishi was still quite proud, and he was still very ambitious for a while, feeling that he didn't need to write down the yang spell for the resurrection, and this book would be a big seller.

Shiraishi, who is full of confidence, has the first half of the Soul Resurrection Record and finds a bookstore called Zhuxiang Pavilion.

The bookstore owner took the book handed by Shiraishi, took a cursory glance, and immediately handed it back.

"The story is good, but it's a bit old-fashioned, and my bookstore has no plans to buy such books for the time being. ”

When the bookstore owner said this, Shiraishi of course understood that others didn't take a fancy to it, and he was a little annoyed in his heart, so he immediately left to find the next bookstore.

After being rejected by three bookstores in succession, Shiraishi came to his senses and accepted the fact that what he had written was not good for the resurrection memory.

Returning to his lodgings, Shiraishi began to close his eyes and meditate to capture the yin and yang texts of the book Resurrection.

After a while, Shiraishi opened his eyes confidently, and it was clear that he had captured the yin and yang context of the book of Soul Restoration.

Pick up the pen, sketch, spell.

For five days in a row, Shiraishi was writing down a yang spell for the resurrection.

"Young master, you stay in the house all day long, and you don't want to find a way, where can you find the rest of the silver taels?" Zhang Hu complained a little.

Bai Shi glanced at Zhang Hu disdainfully, "Hmph, I want you to worry about doing things, come with me." ”

With Zhang Hu with him, Shiraishi confidently found a bookstore called Songzhuzhai.

"Young master, what are we going to do in the bookstore, do you want to buy books?" Zhang Hu asked suspiciously.

At this time, Bai Shixian waved half of the soul revival in his hand, "No, I'm here to sell books." ”

"Selling books?" Zhang Hu was shocked, completely unaware of what medicine was sold in the Baishi gourd.

The boss of Songchikuzhai carefully looked at the resurrection note written by Shiraishi, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking his head.

"Strange and weird, this is the first time I've come across a book that makes me struggle. The boss of Songzhuzhai said.

"Boss, what are you struggling with, if you think it's okay, let's get a price, if you think it's not okay, then I'll go find the next house." Shiraishi said.

The boss of Songzhuzhai was silent, and after a long time, he spoke: "I am dissatisfied with you, brother, your book is really not very well written in my opinion, but I have a feeling that this book will be a big seller, so I am a little entangled for a while." ”

"In this case, let's change the way of cooperation, boss, you first print out a hundred copies of this book, see how it sells, if the sales are good, then you pay me another hundred taels of silver, and then print it out and sell it, how about it?"

"One hundred taels, that's too expensive. The boss of Songzhuzhai exclaimed.

"If the boss is too expensive, give me fifty taels now, and I will sell you the book, otherwise, I will have to go to the next house." Shiraishi said flatly.

The boss of Songzhuzhai was silent for a while, and his expression changed inexplicably, "Okay, I'll make such a bet with you, brother! What do you call it, brother, my name is Zhao Bangqian." ”

"Shiraishi. ”

After a while, he signed a contract with Boss Zhao.

"Brother Bai, have you thought about the author's signature?" asked Zhao Bangqian.

"Let's call it Ten Painters. ”

Return to Jiulu Academy.

"Young Master, can your book really sell well?" asked Zhang Hu.

"What, you don't believe me?" Shiraishi was a little upset.

"No, no, no. Zhang Hu hurriedly shook his hand, "It's just that I didn't expect you to be able to write a book, young master, I really admire you!"

Seeing Zhang Hu's admiring appearance, Bai Shi smiled, still a little satisfied.

However, Shiraishi didn't dare to be careless, and continued to write down the yang spell for the resurrection.

Shochikusai.

"Smack!"

A middle-aged fat woman slammed the soul resurrection memory to the ground, "You old fool, what kind of garbage book is this, I can't even read it, how much did you spend to sell it?"

Zhao Bangqian saw that his mother-in-law was angry, and hurriedly explained: "I didn't spend money, I didn't spend money." ”

"Didn't it cost anything?" asked the fat woman, confused.

"Yes, it didn't cost money, I'll print a hundred copies and sell them first, and if it sells well, I'll give the author money. ”

The fat woman snorted coldly, "What kind of garbage book is this, I can't sell a single one." ”

"I don't talk to you much, I don't know. Zhao Bangqian was a little dissatisfied.

Zhao Bangqian instructed the printing shop to print books overnight, and 100 copies were printed in more than a day.

When he got the printed books, Zhao Bangqian placed them in the most conspicuous position in the bookstore as soon as possible, looking forward to the big sale.

A short time later, a little girl walked into the bookstore and saw the resurrection on the bookshelf at a glance.

"Hey, a new book?"

The little girl opened the Soul Resurrection with joy, and she didn't look at it for long.

"What kind of garbage books, this can also be printed and sold. The little girl was disgruntled and put the soul back up.

Seeing the little girl's actions, Zhao Bangqian, who was full of anticipation, was instantly disappointed and sighed, it seems that this bet was wrong.

"Huh~" Zhao Bangqian suddenly felt a little heartache, after all, it cost a little paper money to print a hundred books, "I should print two or three copies first." ”

Just when Zhao Bangqian regretted it, the little girl came over with a book.

"Boss, how much does this book cost?" asked the little girl.

At this time, Zhao Bangqian's eyes were full of incredulity, because this little girl was holding the book of resurrection.

"This book is not expensive, a hundred wen. Zhao Bang said with a smile.

The little girl happily took out a hundred texts, and finally, Zhao Bangqian couldn't help but ask, "Little girl, why did you buy this book, this book is very beautiful?"

"Good looking fart, I bought this book to see how rubbish this author is. The little girl said disdainfully, and then left, leaving Zhao Bangqian with a blank face.

After selling the first copy, Zhao Bangqian began to look forward to it again.

Not long after, seeing an acquaintance coming, Zhao Bangqian hurriedly greeted him.

"Eh, Brother Zhang, why are you here today?"

The person who came was Zhang Wencheng, the owner of Zhixiang Bookstore in Anlong City.

"Brother Zhao, I have nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace. Zhang Wencheng said politely to Zhao Bangqian.

Zhao Bangqian warmly welcomed Zhang Wencheng into the bookstore and poured a cup of tea.

"My brother and I are polite, and I have something to say. Zhao Bangqian said.

Zhang Wencheng took a sip of tea, "I'm not satisfied with Brother Zhao, my bookstore has not been doing well recently, so I specially came to ask my brother for help to see if he has any good books in his hands." ”

Seeing that Zhang Wenguo was here to ask for a book as he expected, Zhao Bangqian was overjoyed.

"Hehe, dissatisfied brother, I just put on a new book today. Zhao Bangqian said.

Zhang Wencheng was overjoyed when he heard this, "What kind of book is it, please show it to me, the price is negotiable." ”

Seeing Zhang Wencheng so refreshing, Zhao Bangqian hesitated a little, "Dissatisfied brother, this writing is not very good." ”

Zhang Wencheng disagreed, "It's not well written, Brother Zhao will publish it, hurry up and show me." ”

Zhao Bang gritted his teeth and went to the bookshelf to get a copy of the Soul Resurrection.

"Well, this is it, you can see for yourself. ”

Zhang Wencheng took the book with a happy face and immediately opened it to read.

However, the more he looked at it, the more frowning he became.

"Brother Zhang, how is it, are you still going to write this book?" asked Zhao Bangqian.

"Do you have any other new books here?" Zhang Wencheng asked.

Zhao Bangqian shook his head, "That's it." ”

Zhang Wencheng didn't know whether to buy it or not for a while, and the book Soul Remembrance was really not very well written in his opinion, but he felt that this book could still be read and kill time.

Just as he hesitated, a young girl came to the bookstore. "Boss, do you have a book called Resurrection here?" asked the girl aloud as she entered the shop.

Zhao Bangqian was overjoyed, "Yes, yes." ”

"I'm going to buy a copy. ”

"Give, a hundred wen. ”

The girl was about to leave with the book, and Zhao Bangqian hurriedly asked, "Little girl, why did you buy this book?"

In Zhao Bangqian's opinion, this girl specially came to buy the Soul Resurrection Record, and she must have liked this book.

"My best friend told me the beginning of the Resurrection Story, and then I guessed the plot later, but she said I guessed wrong, hum, I just want to buy it to see if I guessed correctly. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Bangqian, who was originally full of anticipation, was suddenly embarrassed.

At this moment, Zhang Wencheng laughed, "Brother Zhao, bring me a hundred copies of the Soul Resurrection Book." ”