Acting for the gods

Chapter 288 The Qilin's Pose
Fan Sizhe is the idiot of the landlord's family, with a straightforward personality, no scheming, but a bit of a young master's temper.

Hearing Jiang Fan's words, he put his hands on his hips: "Is it frightening for you to be my young master?"

Fan Ruoruo said, "Fan Sizhe, sit down."

"If you tell me to sit, I will sit, then I will lose face!"

Fan Sizhe thought he was upright, and said he wanted to save face, but he sat down obediently.

"My younger brother is not sensible, please forgive me, brother Wushuang."

Fan Ruoruo paid a salute, her tone was soft, and she looked at Jiang Fan and the Wushuang sword case with the same curiosity.

"It's okay."

Jiang Fan sat down and saw the script of "Red Mansion" on the table.

Noticing Jiang Fan's gaze, Fan Xian smiled embarrassingly: "Originally, I wrote it to Ruoruo to pass the time, but somehow it got out."

"Let's spread the word, you don't have to be afraid that Mr. Cao will give you a dream." Jiang Fan said indifferently.

Fan Ruoruo heard the words and asked, "Brother Wushuang, do you know Mr. Cao Xueqin?"

Jiang Fan nodded: "Well, I know him, but he doesn't know me."

Fan Ruoruo looked at Fan Xian with a slightly disappointed expression: "Brother, you really didn't write the Red Mansion? But I checked, and there is no such person as Mr. Cao Xueqin in the world."

"I said long ago that I didn't write it. Such a wonderful book, how dare I deceive the world and pretend to be the author. I just saw the Red Chamber and then wrote this book silently. Brother can testify."

Although Fan Xian enjoys his younger sister's admiration, he is not shameless enough to become a public figure and set up a memorial archway.

Fan Ruoruo still didn't believe it: "Then why can't I find Teacher Cao? To be able to write such an odd number, he must be a master in the literary world, why is he so unknown?"

Jiang Fan and Fan Xian looked at each other and said in unison, "Because Teacher Cao has passed away long ago."

This is the tacit understanding of the traversers.

Fan Sizhe couldn't sit still when he heard this, and looked at Fan Xian: "So, you are the only one in this world who knows what's going on?"

Fan Xian looked at Jiang Fan: "Brother should also know, but I can't guarantee if anyone else knows."

Jiang Fan shook his head: "Although the Red Chamber is one of the four great classics, I haven't read much. In comparison, I prefer books like "Zhu Xian"."

Fan Sizhe rolled his eyes: "Anyway, not many people know about it, why don't we sell the books?"

"Just now I saw very clearly that there are a lot of people buying this book, and one volume can be sold for eight taels of silver."

"Look at this book, the quality is average, and the cost of printing and plate making is added together, which is less than three cents and two cents. Not counting labor, we can earn seven, two, six, and eight cents for each book. Just for a while, I I saw that eight or nine copies were sold, and if the market is spread out, at least hundreds of copies can be sold a day."

"One hundred copies, we earn 760 taels, control the time well, and release one volume in 520 days, that's 64 taels. At that time, excluding the manual paving fee, let's count it as three points, and we can also get At 760 taels of net profit, when you publish another [-] volumes, it will be [-] taels."

"This is still the preliminary calculation of the first draft, huge profits! Fan Xian!" Fan Sizhe became more and more excited as he spoke.

Fan Ruoruo glared at Fan Sizhe, and Fan Sizhe immediately changed his words: "Brother, you are my own brother, as long as you do the business for me, let alone your brother, I will call you... Uncle, I am also willing!"

I have to say that Fan Sizhe looks like a tiger, but his mental arithmetic ability is really top-notch, he is extremely sensitive to money and business opportunities, and he has a thick skin. It can be said that he is born to do business.

"This business can be done. I will take "Zhu Xian" as a share, and everyone who has money can make money together."

Jiang Fan didn't have much money with him, so he didn't mind being a copy of the paper.

Make money, business, not shabby!

"Zhu Xian, can your book sell well? What if you lose money?"

Fan Sizhe looked at Jiang Fan suspiciously.

"Don't worry, you can't lose!"

Fan Xian has read the novel "Zhu Xian". The whole novel is ingeniously conceived and magnificent, opening a uniquely charming oriental fairy tale. The world is surreal, the plot is ups and downs, and the characters are distinctive. Strange book, in this spiritual and culturally deficient world, can definitely catch fire.

"Okay, brother, it must be a good book."

Now Fan Xian was the God of Wealth in Fan Sizhe's eyes, and when the God of Wealth spoke, Fan Sizhe naturally didn't dare to choke.

Jiang Fan looked at Fan Sizhe with a sense of joy, and sighed in his heart: The attitude has changed so quickly, it really looks like a unicorn!

"Disperse, disperse!"

"Who asked you to sell books here?"

"Not for sale."

At this moment, there was a shout from downstairs.

A group of people dressed as guards ran rampant below, driving away the woman selling books.

Teng Zijing, who had just gone upstairs, stood by the fence, saw a young man coming out of the sedan chair below, his expression changed slightly, and he cursed: "Beast."

"what happened?"

Fan Xian asked.

"This person is Guo Baokun!"

Teng Zijing's breathing became rapid, and he clenched his fists tightly, suppressing the urge to jump down and tear Guo Baokun's body into pieces.

Knowing about Teng Zijing's past, Fan Xian asked in surprise, "He is the one who ruined your family?"

"Not necessarily."

Jiang Fan opened his mouth. He had watched TV dramas and knew that Teng Zijing's wife and children were still alive. Everything was designed by Chen Pingping, and he didn't want to see the tragedy repeat itself.

Fan Xian listened to Jiang Fan's words and asked, "Could it be that elder brother knows the secret?"

"I'm just a little bit good at matching people. Your friend's wife and children are still alive. Although they have suffered a bit, the family is ruined." Jiang Fan gestured with the universe between his fingers.

Teng Zijing looked at Jiang Fan. He didn't believe in the so-called matchmaking skills, but he still expected it to be true.

"Since elder brother said so, your family must be fine."

Fan Xian thought that in the world of "Young Song Xing", there is indeed a destiny, and some people can predict the future, but he did not doubt Jiang Fan's words.

He didn't think it was necessary for Jiang Fan to lie to Teng Zijing.

After all, the two have no grievances or enmity, there is no need to give people hope for nothing, and then shatter the hope, this is not what people should do!

Teng Zijing asked expectantly, "My lord, do you know where my wife and children are now?"

"I can only calculate that it's not far away. It should be somewhere outside the city. If you want to know the exact location, you can go to Wang Qinian."

If Jiang Fan really counted, he could, but it wasn't necessary.

"Wang Qinian?"

Teng Zijing had heard about this person, and he was a document of the Procuratorate, but he and the other party were neither related nor related, could there be some unknown conspiracy in it?

No matter what, Teng Zijing saluted Jiang Fan to show his gratitude.

"Brother also knows Wang Qinian!"

Fan Xian asked curiously.

He just had a face-to-face meeting with Wang Qinian in the alley, and he didn't expect that Teng Zijing's wife and children would have something to do with this person. It seems that Wang Qinian is not an easy person!

At the same time, Fan Xian felt more and more that his big brother was unfathomable, and wondered if he should find a chance to let the other party count for him.

Jiang Fan said casually: "When I came to Beijing, I met him once. He wanted to use a broken map to trick fools."

Fan Xian: "."

Thinking of the map he bought for two taels of silver when he went to Beijing, Fan Xian was speechless.

He is that fool!
Imperial Palace, Mochi Garden.

Eunuch Hou presented a secret booklet to Emperor Qing, and said, "Your Majesty, Fan Xian took Ruoruo and Teng Zijing to Yishiju today, and Si Nanbo's son-in-law went with him."

"Wu Shuang came after him, and had a pleasant conversation with Fan Xian."

Emperor Qing looked at the calm water surface of the ink pool and asked, "Where is the second child and the prince?"

"At the prince's side, send someone to keep an eye on Fan Xian's whereabouts."

"The disciples of the second prince also secretly followed."

"Fan Xian has no official position, do you want to protect it? After all, he is going to take over the internal treasury, and he is a talent appointed by His Majesty."

Eunuch Hou is quite optimistic about Fan Xian.

"Let them make trouble!"

While speaking, Emperor Qing threw a handful of bait into the ink pond, and countless fish struggled for food and surfaced.

Fan Xian was Emperor Qing's bait, used to disturb the calm on the surface of the capital, so that those with evil intentions would surface one by one.

But now there is a variable, and that is Wushuang by Fan Xian's side.

Emperor Qing, who always liked to control the overall situation, was especially displeased with an existence like Wushuang.

The reason why he didn't make a move at the first time was that he was not absolutely sure.

Emperor Qing would not act hastily before testing out Wushuang's reality, he was waiting, waiting for other people to make a move to test Wushuang's depth for him.

Whether it is the crown prince, the second prince, or the illegitimate son Fan Xian, in the eyes of Emperor Qing, they are all pawns.

Especially Fan Xian, although Emperor Qing had a bit of father-son love, he had thought about eradicating the roots many times, but he didn't do it for a long time.

(End of this chapter)