It is not a dream to earn more than 100 million a day when others save the world and I open a shop

Chapter 101: Tie the person back (Wanjuantang 3)

Although the reception room on the first floor is not small, it seems a bit crowded with more than a dozen people standing in it.

Ying Qinge asked the young man in Xuanyi to sit down on the sofa, then sat down on the right side and asked what the other party wanted to talk to her about.

From the time he came in until now, the young man in Xuanyi has not stopped to observe his surroundings. Naturally, he also discovered that the temperature inside the house was cooler than outside.

It's just that he looked around the entire room and couldn't find any ice cubes to cool down, which was very strange.

He looked at the rather young-looking young man in front of him, and he couldn't think of any family in the huge Qin Dynasty that had such abundant capital.

Even if he, as the king of a country, wants to produce so many books or use thousands of gold worth of paper to finalize them, it would be difficult for him to do it in a short time.

Not to mention being so generous and generous in selling and borrowing. You must know that knowledge at this time was very precious. Even the bamboo slips recording knowledge were only available in noble families that had been passed down from generation to generation.

Even for ordinary classics, it would be difficult for them to take them out and share them with others, let alone the names he had seen that could cause a lot of turmoil just from the written word.

The young man in Xuanyi said calmly: "My name is Qin Bai. I am from Xianyang. I am a merchant. I don't know what I should call the store?"

"I, Ying Qin Ge, am an ordinary bookseller." Ying Qin Ge responded with a smile, not feeling that there was anything wrong with what he said.

ordinary?
Listening to Ying Qin Ge's definition of himself, everyone present fell into silence.I think Ying Qinge may have some misunderstanding about the word "ordinary".

Let’s not talk about the paper used to make books. The books alone are not something that ordinary people can own.

But beating Qin Ge?
The well-dressed man glanced at Qin Bai without any trace, and then set his eyes on the smiling face of Ying Qin Ge.

"Sir, please don't be too modest. With such a collection of books, even the nobles and nobles may not be able to compare with you." Qin Bai smiled helplessly, as if he believed that Ying Qin Ge was being modest.

In fact, he has gone round and round in his mind, pulling out all the known names in the family tree and turning them around, but none of them called Ying Qin Ge.

"With your collection of books, you can get tens of thousands of gold just by dedicating one book to the powerful. Why are you selling it openly in this busy market and lending it to others at such a low price?"

This is what Qin Bai can't understand. He can obviously get countless wealth and positions without any effort, so why do he act like this?

Ying Qinge shook his head, "Book sellers, booksellers, of course have to sell books to be called booksellers. And I am in this busy market. It only takes less than half an hour for a large number of people to come after hearing the news." Come on, this is much easier than presenting a book."

That's what he said, but Qin Bai didn't think that many of the people who came after hearing the news could afford to buy books. On the contrary, Ying Qin Ge's books would be worn out by constant borrowing.

Thinking like this, Qin Bai also asked.

Ying Qinge said nonchalantly: "I don't care about the wear and tear of books after they are borrowed. After all, the prices of the products in our store are not expensive. You can buy them with only a few dozen and a half taels of copper."

As soon as these words came out, not only did the guard standing next to him widen his eyes, but Qin Bai, who was sitting there, also stopped breathing and almost thought he was hallucinating.

Books made of paper can be purchased for only a few dozen coppers and a half taels. What kind of beautiful thing is this?

Ying Qin Ge also understood how much impact her words had on people, so she added, "You heard me right, the products in our store can be purchased for only dozens of coppers and a half taels. As for the specific amount, you can Look at the lower right corner of the back of the book.”

Qin Bai, who had already resisted the successive attacks, quickly came back to his senses. He stared at Ying Qin Ge closely, "Do you only have books like these from Wanjuan Hall, sir? If I buy them all, Sir, can you sell them all to me?" As the king of a country, Qin Bai can fully imagine how much impact these books will have on the entire Qin Dynasty if they are leaked out, and he will never allow such a danger to happen.

"Yes." Without any hesitation, Ying Qin Ge acted like a real businessman.

But before Qin Bai could completely let go, Ying Qinge spoke again, "This is just the first batch of books from Wanjuan Hall. There will be more books sent to fill the gap later. Do you want to buy more books? "

Qin Bai fully understood what it meant to have a breath stuck in his throat at this moment.

He looked at the graceful Ying Qin Ge in front of him. He didn't look like he was from an ordinary family. He became even more curious about his origins.

Could it be that he is the son of a subjugated country?

But when the Qin army broke through the capitals of the Six Kingdoms, all the recorded royal families of the Six Kingdoms were moved to Xianyang, and the remaining few were also resettled in Bashu, Nanyang and other places. The wealth of the Six Kingdoms was also taken into the national treasury. It is impossible to have such a situation. Huge paper books remain outside.

and……

Qin Bai's eyes moved slightly, looking at Qin Ge with a trace of murderous intent.

Since it is a masterpiece that wins Qin Ge and the Qin dialect is so fluent, he must be someone who has lived in Qin since he was a child. But why has he never heard his name?

"Of course." Since each copy only costs a few dozen and a half taels of copper, he can still afford this little money.

only……

Qin Bai looked at the tightly closed door from the corner of his eye and said slowly: "Since I have purchased the books from Wanjuan Hall from your husband, the rest of the people in the store don't need to be here."

It's all his stuff, how could it be touched by others.

"Of course." Ying Qin Ge understood the other party's hidden meaning, but she did not reject the other party's action. After all, her goal this time was the other party.

The Qin Dynasty, which has been destroyed for two generations, if the carriage heading towards death drives to another completely unfamiliar road, what kind of glory can you create as the emperor of the ages?

Ying Qin Ge, who smiled slightly, looked at the emperor named Qin Bai, who was actually Ying Zheng, walking alone in the Wanjuan Hall, not at all embarrassed or angry at being turned away from the guest.

There are a total of [-] books visible to the naked eye in the Wanjuan Hall. It is naturally impossible for Ying Zheng to move them back with the guards he currently has.

He looked at Ying Qinge, who was sitting behind the counter on the first floor, flipping through a book, and his desire to take him back to Xianyang Palace became stronger.

With such a large collection of books, he would not be at ease unless Ying Qin Ge was placed under his nose.

"With your talent, sir, it's really unfair to live in the Hall of Ten Thousand Volumes. If you don't serve your Majesty, you can get thousands of riches at your fingertips." Enduring the idea of ​​letting Meng Yi take him back immediately, Ying Zhengxing went to Ying Qin Ge.

"I also have the intention to serve His Majesty, but my ability is meager and I can only be a bookseller." Taking a sip of tea, Ying Qin Ge rejected Ying Zheng's proposal.

(End of this chapter)