I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

"Young Master Chu, you were so awesome just now!"

After staying away from the crowd, Wang Yingjun could no longer restrain his excitement.

It's as if he was the one who convinced those students by reciting poems just now.

"Young Master Chu, you now have a backer. Mr. Shangguan is a third-rank Confucian who cultivates his body. With his protection, you will be able to walk sideways in the Daqian Dynasty in the future."

Chu He shook his head, and said calmly: "There is still a long way to go. Backers are just foreign objects. Only when you are strong, can you be truly strong."

He looked calm. After time travelling, he also analyzed the current predicament.

Old father Chu Yunfu's mentor was also a great Confucianist in the dynasty, but even so he failed to keep his father. Obviously, the person who framed his father has far surpassed the realm of third-rank self-cultivation, and he may be a second-rank or even first-rank Confucian.

Another point is that first there was the fox oiran of Yihong Tower who demanded his life, and then the female ghost in white made troubles. Even if the female ghost is beheaded now, she still can't relax.

The ghost knows what's behind the back, and it is necessary to make the Water Margin sell well as soon as possible, accumulate literary spirit and improve the realm, and it is best to condense one or two book spirits.

At that time, in this Pingyang City, there will be some self-protection power.

While the two were talking, they had already arrived outside Donglai Bookstore.

There are also some people in the bookstore who are choosing books, but judging by their clothes, most of them are people from all walks of life.

"Boss, do you have any good books recently? I have already finished reading the previous "Li Sanyou Ji"." A rough and tough man said carelessly.

Wang Chuyong rushed to meet him, and said with a smile, "Brother Hu, there is indeed a very good book, but it's a bit expensive..."

The big man raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, "Okay, let's see, how much money can I miss?"

Wang Chuyong turned around and took down a book from the bookshelf, on which the word "Water Margin" was impressively written.

"Water Margin? Why does it sound so familiar?" Li Hu couldn't help being curious as he took the book.

He immediately flipped through it, and he was immediately attracted by the title of the first chapter.

Flipping through the pages quickly, his expression changed one after another, his eyes were fixed, and he completely forgot that he was still in the bookstore.

"Brother Hu, if you like it, you can buy it and read it slowly." Wang Chuyong interrupted Li Hu who was immersed in the sea of ​​books.

Li Hu was immediately displeased and said, "Could it be that I still owe you money, how much?"

"A copy of five hundred texts." Wang Chuyong said with a smile.

"Five hundred!" Li Hu was shocked, his eyes were a little bit sad, five hundred coins can buy twenty catties of fat meat.

But he was reluctant to give up the next plot, he hesitated again and again, and still took out half a hanging copper coin from his bosom.

"Five hundred Wen, here you are!"

Wang Chuyong took the copper coin and said with a smile, "Okay, Brother Hu, go slowly!"

Li Hu put the book in his arms and walked out of the bookstore quickly, wanting to go back and continue reading.

Because he was walking too fast, he bumped into a handsome young man head-on.

The book in his arms came out of his hands and fell directly to the ground.

"Little boy, why don't you look at the road when you walk!"

Li Hu scolded, and hurriedly picked up the book that fell on the floor and put it back into his arms.

Wang Yingjun on the side was about to get angry, but Chu He stopped him with his hand. He could clearly read the words on the cover just now.

How can an author be angry with a fan.

"You two want to buy...yo! Young Master Chu, you are here!"

Wang Chuyong looked happy when he saw Chu He.

Chu He laughed and said, "Boss Wang's books are selling well!"

Wang Chuyong smiled and said: "Where, thanks to your blessing, Young Master Chu, twenty copies of Water Margin were sold this morning. This speed is the only one among miscellaneous books."

It opened today, and he and Liu Ergou have been promoting Water Margin.

The effect is surprisingly good, almost everyone who has read this book will buy the book, and besides the money to be given to Chu He, he can still get a commission of 400 Wen, which is 800 Wen in one day !

And looking at the situation, Water Margin will definitely sell better and better in the future, and it will definitely make a lot of money.

"How many hundred thousand books have been printed?" Chu He asked.

Wang Chuyong said: "Young Master Chu, don't worry, I asked the craftsmen to catch up with the work yesterday, and now we have printed 5,000 copies."

"Well, it's not slow anymore, but it's better to hurry up, otherwise it won't be enough to sell in two days." Chu He touched his chin and pondered.

Wang Chuyong just laughed. Even if he sold 500 copies a day, he would still sell 5,000 copies for ten days. How could it not be enough?

"Boss Wang, you must take it to heart, five thousand copies is definitely not enough to sell." Chu He repeatedly urged.

Wang Chuyong nodded again and again: "Don't worry, Young Master Chu, I will definitely urge the craftsmen to speed up."

Seeing his perfunctory attitude, Chu He couldn't help frowning, all eggs can't be put in one basket.

After leaving the bookshop, he asked, "Fatty, do you have a printing workshop at home?"

Wang Yingjun shook his head: "My father has always been in business, so where would he open a printing workshop?"

"Then can we temporarily build a workshop and recruit a group of people?" Chu He asked.

"Money can turn ghosts around, so it's no problem if the money is in place." Wang Yingjun said: "Young Master Chu, are you planning to print a batch of books yourself?"

Chu He nodded: "Wang Chuyong's place is unreliable, the book will definitely be a hit in two days, print more to be prepared."

"Young Master Chu, brother, I don't have any money to recruit people." Wang Yingjun said with a mournful face.

Chu He patted him on the shoulder with a serious face: "Fatty, this is a good opportunity to make a fortune. It's come to this point. Do you want your 20,000 taels of silver and Guiyan Tu to be wasted?"

"This..." Wang Yingjun struggled, then gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll pay another three thousand taels of silver to the account, Young Master Chu, you must be reliable, or my father will break my leg." .”

"Don't worry, don't you believe me?"

Chu He looked confident, and he changed the topic.

"By the way, that matter can be arranged tomorrow. This is the most important step. Don't make any mistakes."

Wang Yingjun patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, all my wealth and one leg are bet on it, it will be done!"

After confirming that everything was going according to his plan, Chu He also returned to Chu's house and continued to write.

In the blink of an eye, it was already night. Hundreds of students gathered in the courtyard of the Liu family mansion, waiting for the news from the major study rooms.

Soon, one by one bookstore buddies came to report the sales of poetry collections.

When finally hearing that number, even Liu Rufeng himself was taken aback.

In just one day, his poetry collection sold 8,592 copies!

There was a satisfied smile on his face, and this amount was worthy of his title as the number one talented person in Pingyang City.

"Congratulations to Shao Liu's poetry collection!"

"congratulations!"

All the students expressed their congratulations one after another, and their faces were also filled with joy. Liu Rufeng's poetry collection sold well, and they would have a good harvest in four days.

In the crowd, a person suddenly asked, "How many copies of Chu He's book did you sell?"

"I heard that it seems to have sold ninety copies." A boy from the bookstore replied.

The smile on Liu Rufeng's face was even wider, not even as good as his fraction, he really was a waste.

"However, Young Master Chu, I seem to have heard that Chu He wrote more than 20 poems in the street, and was appreciated by the old man of the Shangguan family." Someone said.

Liu Rufeng waved his hand, and said with a sneer, "It's okay, after another four days, Mr. Shangguan will naturally know who is rough jade and who is stubborn stone."

"Young Master Liu is right. After all, he, Chu He, is just a dude. He cheated Mr. Shangguan with the poems he copied from somewhere. There will always be a day when he will reveal his truth."

"That's right, like a father, like a son, if his father can invigilate exams, he can copy poems to deceive people."

There was a chorus of voices.

Liu Rufeng smiled even wider, and a coldness flashed across his eyes.

Xiaoxiao is mine, and no one can take it away. Shangguan Zongyuan, I will personally prove that you are old and dim-sighted, and mistaken a stubborn stone for a rough jade!