Peach Fortune Ring

The best-selling of those three books has also driven the sales of other books in the bookstore. In the past, a bookstore’s monthly income was only more than ten taels of silver, but now, excluding those three books, the net profit has reached more than 50 taels a month. two.

The profit of fifteen bookstores in January is 800 taels, which means a profit of 1 taels a year.

It's no wonder that the rich and powerful are jealous of the bookstore's profits.

"It's actually Cai Zixiao's disciple!"

Hou Wenchang frowned slightly, feeling that things were a bit difficult to handle. Even though he was a Lord Marquis, he was also an uncle of the court, but those civil servants might not take him seriously. It's nothing unusual.

Therefore, there is no need, he is unwilling to offend those civil officials, especially Cai Zixiao is Wenzong, and has great influence in the court.

But giving up at this point, he was reluctant to make a profit of several 10 taels of silver that year.

The housekeeper also knew how powerful civil servants are, so he rolled his eyes and suggested, "Master Hou, I even found out that Song Yan only has a bookstore in the capital, and there are no bookstores in the nearby counties, but our Hou's mansion has no bookstores. There are quite a few industries. In fact, the reason why the business of the fifteen bookstores is so good is because of those three books. As long as Hou Ye gets books from Song Yan, our Hou Mansion will sell the bookstores in the surrounding counties and counties. If we take it down, we can order the local government to crack down on piracy and check the piracy, we can also make a lot of money, if it doesn’t work, we can directly produce pirated books!”

In the capital, those civil officials did not take Puyanghou seriously, but in the local area, few officials dared to refute his face, so this method really worked.

"In this way, you come to the Marquis Mansion to have a banquet with this Marquis's post!" Although Hou Wenchang had already planned to do it with the housekeeper's advice, he still wanted to eat up the bookstore in the capital because he was not very popular.

After serving Hou Wenchang for so many years, the housekeeper couldn't help but sigh in his heart because he didn't know what he was thinking. He was very worried that his Lord Hou would get into trouble if he didn't eat mutton.

the other side.

Song Yan received the booksellers from surrounding counties and counties, and then went to Taiyuan College.

He did not expect that the booksellers in the surrounding counties and counties had such good noses that they came to the door the day after the new book appeared. Perhaps they had tasted the sweetness, and these booksellers actually took [-] new books from him directly. Two thousand old books were also taken away.

The main reason is that although the content of the pirated books is the same, the typesetting is not good, and the illustrations are also blurred. Unlike genuine books, the illustrations are all colorful and clear and lifelike.

Ordinary poor people are willing to save money to buy pirated books, but those with a little bit of status are still willing to buy genuine books.

Although it is a bit slow to sell, it is not worrying to sell out.

"Hello, Mr. Song, this old slave is the steward of the Puyang Marquis Mansion. This is an invitation from my Lord Marquis. I hope you can come to the mansion for a banquet!"

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, an old man greeted him, and said politely, there were two warriors behind him, but they were not very strong, at best they had reached the level of warriors.

"Marquis of Puyang?"

After staying in the capital for several months, Song Yan naturally knew who Puyang Hou was. The emperor's brother-in-law was called Hou Wenchang.

"He asked himself to go to the banquet? What's the purpose?"

In an instant, he thought of the bookstore he was tossing about.

However, he had expected such an encounter a long time ago, so he was not in a hurry. What's more, he is a Taoist golden core, not even afraid of the emperor, but also afraid of an idle prince.

So he took the post and said: "Butler Hou, wait a moment, go down and get dressed!"

"Young Master Song, please go ahead!"

After a while, Song Yan changed into a milky white gown, and then boarded the carriage that came to pick him up.

Half an hour.

The carriage arrived at the Hou Mansion.

Then he stopped in front of a hall, and Hou Butler's voice came from outside: "Young Master Song, we're here, please get off!"

"it is good!"

Song Yan responded and got out of the car.

Then, under the guidance of Butler Hou, he entered the hall.

There are two beautiful maidservants in the hall.

"Young Master Song, wait a moment, this old slave will go and inform Lord Hou!"

"Butler, please!"

Song Yanlai waved his hands disapprovingly, and looked at the layout of the hall with a relaxed expression. The overall appearance was quite extravagant, exuding an aura of nouveau riche.

It is said that Hou Wenchang was a pig butcher before he became the uncle of the state, and he worked in the same profession as his father-in-law.

Time passed slowly.

Just when Song Yan got a little impatient waiting, Hou Wenchang finally appeared.

Looking at Hou Wenchang, who came in surrounded by a group of people, with a slightly arrogant expression, Song Yan had a sense of looking directly at the monkey.

"You are Song Yan and Song Ziyu?"

Hou Wenchang took his seat at the main seat and asked.

"I have seen Hou Ye!"

Song Yan was not polite to him, but cupped his fists perfunctorily.

Seeing that Song Yan ignored him so much, Hou Wenchang was furious, slapped the table with his palm and shouted: "Song Ziyu saw Benhou, why didn't he kneel down and salute!"

"Pfft!"

Song Yan couldn't help laughing, butler Hou who followed was also speechless.

"Bastard, you still dare to laugh at Ben Hou, come here, get it for me!" Hou Wenchang roared angrily.

"Hold on, Lord Hou!"

The butler hastily shouted.

At this moment, Song Yan's voice sounded: "There are rules in the country. Scholars with fame and fame do not have to bow down except the emperor. Does Hou Ye think you are bigger than the emperor? If you can admit this, How difficult is it for me to kneel down and worship you!"

Hearing Song Yan's words, Hou Wenchang's face turned red. He only wanted to play prestige, trying to suppress the scholar with his aura, and then brought up the matter of the bookstore, so that the other party would have no room to refuse.

But he didn't think of it, even if a scholar with fame and fame saw him as a marquis, he wouldn't kneel down.

"I heard that Lord Hou used to be a pig butcher?"

Song Yan said again.

Hearing the words "pig butcher", Hou Wenchang's face suddenly turned black, and there was a strong murderous intent in his eyes. He hated people to say that he had been a pig butcher.

"Song Yan, do you really think that this Marquis dare not kill you?"

Song Yan said again: "Master Hou, don't get me wrong, I don't mean to humiliate you, because my father-in-law is also a pig butcher, knowing that Master Hou was a pig butcher before, it's kind of kind."

Hearing this, Hou Wenchang was stunned, holding his breath in his heart and couldn't get up or down, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.