I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

The man glanced at him and said: "Why, each of our caravan has a copy, is there a problem?"

"No problem...no problem... Er Gou, go and count the numbers!" Wang Chuyong nodded repeatedly.

He immediately ordered Liu Ergou to fetch the book.

However, before Ergou left, someone stopped him again.

"Wait, we also want a hundred copies, so we're in a hurry!"

"And I want eighty copies!"

"I have fifty copies!"

"..."

The leaders of the caravan opened their mouths one after another, and Wang Chuyong opened his mouth wide in shock.

These people are not from the same caravan, but why did they all come to buy Water Margin all of a sudden?

"Why procrastinate, hurry up!" The first man who bought the book scolded.

Wang Chuyong was startled and shivered, and ordered: "Er Gouzi, hurry up and move the books!"

Liu Ergou didn't know how many books he should bring.

But seeing the vicious faces of those people, he didn't dare to say anything, and ran all the way to the warehouse.

Not long after, piles of books were brought out, and the merchants disliked Liu Ergou's slow counting speed, so they started counting by themselves.

The hundreds of books that Liu Ergou brought over were sold out in less than a quarter of an hour, and in the end there were still more than 30 books missing.

But all the books in the warehouse have been emptied, and the rest are still in the printing workshop.

The last businessman looked angrily, and after giving Wang Chuyong a vicious look, he turned and left with more than twenty books in his hand.

After seeing off the group of merchants, Wang Chuyong and Wang Chuyong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This came too suddenly. Where did these big customers come from?

"Er Gouzi, how many books did we sell just now?" Wang Chuyong said.

Liu Ergou scratched his head: "The shopkeeper, I haven't settled it, but I got a total of three hundred and fifty taels of silver."

"Well, it's not bad... what!" Wang Chuyong's expression changed, and he said in surprise, "You said it sold for three hundred and fifty taels?"

His brain was buzzing, three hundred and fifty taels means that 700 copies were sold, how can a miscellaneous book sell 700 copies a day.

"Shopkeeper, we have to go to the bookstore to transport books. In the end, the customer wanted to buy 60 copies, but he only got 25 copies in the end." Liu Ergou said.

He could clearly see the vicious look in the customer's eyes just now, as if he was about to smash up their storefront.

Wang Chuyong hurriedly said: "That's right, you go to the workshop to transport books, I'm here to look after the store."

Immediately afterwards, in the afternoon, several groups of customers came to buy books.

Another 820 copies were sold in one afternoon, plus the 700 copies sold before, 1,520 copies were sold in just one day!

This is because the book was not shipped in the middle, and many customers were missed, otherwise I am afraid that it will sell 2,000 copies!

For a miscellaneous book, this is absolutely miraculous.

Looking at the more than 700 taels of silver bills in his hand, Wang Chuyong felt unreal.

Could it be that what Young Master Chu said was right, that he could really sell 100,000 books?

He had already begun to believe it, but on second thought, even if there were two thousand copies a day, it would take fifty days to sell one hundred thousand copies.

What's more, there will be saturation in the future, and it will definitely not be as popular as it is today.

"Ergou, go to Chu's house and tell Young Master Chu that his book is a big seller. Today, more than 1,500 copies have been sold."

Wang Chuyong ordered that after closing the bookshop, he immediately rushed to the printing workshop.

It is necessary to speed up the printing of books. Judging from the situation, Chu Shao's book is going to be a big seller.

In the big mansion of the Liu family in the south of the city, cups of wine were exchanged, and hundreds of students exchanged cups to celebrate their impending fortune.

Although the current odds have reached 10 to 2, this is also a blood profit. You can earn 20 taels by betting 100 taels, which is by no means a small sum.

"All this is thanks to Young Master Liu, I suggest that everyone give a toast to Young Master Liu!" A student stood up shaking.

The rest of the people echoed and raised their glasses to toast.

Liu Rufeng also drank a lot, his face was reddish, but still elegant: "Everyone, you are welcome, I will do it!"

After drinking a glass of wine, everyone became even more drunk.

Just then, a servant rushed over.

"Master, the bookstore has sent news today that your book has sold 3,200 copies today!"

Hearing this number, Liu Rufeng didn't react too much.

This is also expected, most of the books published by Confucianism Cultivators are at their peak on the first day, and the sales will become less and less in the next few days.

However, this is enough. After five days, it is estimated that 15,000 copies will be sold, and the accumulated literary spirit is enough for him to step into the eighth grade full reading.

After reporting the news, the servant did not leave, but stood there with a hesitant expression.

Liu Rufeng frowned slightly, and said displeasedly: "Do you have anything else to say?"

The owner said: "Master, there is another news from the bookstore, saying that suddenly many passing merchants went to Donglai Bookstore to buy "Water Margin" today, and more than 1,500 copies of Water Margin were sold today."

Liu Rufeng's expression froze, how could this be possible? Why do shoppers suddenly buy Chu He's book?

Those students were also taken aback, their eyes were full of shock, Chu He's book has sold more than a thousand copies?

They have heard that the book is priced at five cents per thousand characters, which is two cents higher than Liu Rufeng's collection of poems, and a single book costs five hundred cents.

There are so many people who are taken advantage of to buy Chu He's book?

Liu Rufeng calmed down quickly, and asked, "Did you find out why they suddenly bought Chu He's book?"

Jia Ding nodded again and again: "I made some inquiries. It seems that a few storytellers suddenly appeared in a teahouse outside the city for merchants to rest. They talked about the first episode of Water Margin, which attracted those merchants to buy books."

Liu Rufeng was a little surprised that he could still sell books in this way.

"What a Chu He. Knowing that he can't sell me, it's really disgusting to have such a dirty way to sell books!"

Liu Rufeng sneered, his eyes full of contempt.

"Young Master Liu, do you want us to drive those storytellers away?" A student immediately stood up and asked.

Liu Rufeng waved his hand and said, "No need, so what if I let him promote it, more than a thousand copies a day, and the sum of five days still can't exceed the number I sold on the first day."

"Young Master Liu is right. He is just a clown who sells his books, and the people who sell his books are all low-ranking people. Let's spread the word to Young Master Liu so that he can't catch up with Chu He!" A student said loudly. road.

The banquet continued, no one cared about Chu He's more than 1,000 copies sold, because the gap was too great, in two days, Liu Rufeng's poetry anthology had sold more than 10,000 copies!

In the Chu family's mansion, Chu He, who was writing a manuscript in the study, suddenly felt a literary energy coming from the void.

This literary spirit is huge, and the cultivation of Confucianism and Taoism has also improved rapidly.

"It seems that the arranged storyteller has worked."