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Wang Hao said solemnly: "The bottom is gone."

Middle-aged man: "..."

Seeing his father's unhappy face, Wang Hao also felt a little helpless, "I have read the previous content several times, and I want to read the follow-up, but I don't write it."

The middle-aged man raised his head, stared at him and said, "You spent two pennies to buy an unfinished book?"

"Go!" The middle-aged man pointed to the outside of the hall and shouted: "Go now and buy the follow-up of this book!"

"Father," Wang Hao looked back at the darkened sky outside the hall, and said dumbfoundedly: "It's dark outside, not to mention that the stalls have been closed, and my son is worried about buying, but at this hour, where can I buy it?"

"Then tomorrow!"

The middle-aged man said with a straight face.

Wang Hao looked at him cautiously and said, "Father, I guess it will cost a lot of money."

The middle-aged man patted the table and said: "It costs a lot of money, so it has to be spent. I'm going to see the follow-up today. If I can't see it, I can't beat you to death!"

"..."

Wang Hao looked at his father speechlessly, his violent temper is still exactly the same as before, it hasn't changed in more than ten years!

At this moment, he saw his father standing up suddenly, walking towards the book "A Dream of Red Mansions" and walking out of the hall, curiously asking, "Father, where are you going?"

The middle-aged man put his hands behind his back, walked without looking back, and said: "Such a good book, I have to let your second uncle read it."

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The next morning.

Outside the county seat of Long County, the curtains of the camp tents were lifted, Du Yan came out first with a face full of complaints, and said to Zhang Dun who was following behind:

"The old man doesn't understand, why don't we go to live in the Long County government office, or let the county magistrate of Long County arrange a residence for us."

"Why live outside the city?"

Zhang Dun spread his hands and said, "We have to save money."

Changsun Wuji was speechless, "So the three of us are crowded into one tent? Do we have to sleep in one place for an extra day when we are in Long County?"

Zhang Dun smiled and said, "It won't be long."

If it is fast, there will probably be a result today.

After all, it was "A Dream of Red Mansions"!

Du Yan and Changsun Wuji looked at him suspiciously, why did this sound so false!

There are [-] books brought from Hedong Road this time.

Want to sell out in a day or two?

Just kidding!

If it was really that simple, a large part of it should have been sold yesterday.

What's more, when I came to Long County to sell books this time, there were still Chen Ran and those wealthy merchants standing in my way.

It cannot be sold out in a short time.

"Huh?" When everyone came to the market, the place where they put the copybooks was full of people standing on the inner and outer third floors.

Du Yan was surprised: "What's going on, why are there so many people?"

"Don't someone think that this is a treasured place of geomantic omen and take our place?"

Changsun Wuji narrowed his eyes and said, "They dare!"

Although they came to Long County this time, they did not reveal their identities as imperial envoys.

But they don't mind if someone throws a tantrum at them, and they don't mind spending the year in jail.

The corners of Zhang Dun's mouth curled up slightly, "Go, go and have a look."

At this moment, the eyes of the people standing at the back lit up when they saw Zhang Dun and others walking towards them.

"The book seller is here!"

Accompanied by someone shouting at the top of their voices, the crowd suddenly became commotion.

"You're finally here!"

Accompanied by the sound of excitement, a young gentleman pushed away from the crowd and walked over quickly.

Looking at the person in front of him, Zhang Dun was surprised, "You bought it yesterday..."

Wang Hao's jaw kept nodding, and he said excitedly, "Yes, I bought "Dream of Red Mansions" from you yesterday for two bucks!"

"I remembered."

Suddenly, Zhang Dun looked at the dozen or so young gentlemen who were also wearing brocade silk and satin beside him, there were more than a dozen of them than yesterday's young master, and asked curiously: "You brought these people? "

"We are together."

Wang Hao grinned, nodded, and then said: "Mr. Lang, you haven't finished writing this book!"

Zhang Dun nodded and said, "It's not finished. This "Dream of Red Mansions" is a serialized book."

"I see."

Wang Hao showed a genuine look, spread his palms and said, "You also sell me the follow-up ones."

Zhang Dun pondered for two seconds, shook his head and said, "I can't sell you the follow-up ones."

Wang Hao frowned, "Why?"

Not only him, but the young masters of the world who came with him frowned.

After "Dream of Red Mansions" was taken back by Wang Hao and the others yesterday, they gave it to others after finishing it.

When they learned that "Dream of Red Mansions" was not finished, everyone came to buy the follow-up together early this morning.

But unexpectedly, from Zhang Dun's mouth, I heard a few words that can't be sold!

Zhang Dun explained patiently: "To be honest, we came from Hedong Road, and we came here to sell books for the victims of the disaster in Hedong Road."

"These books were all printed by the disaster victims. We have to sell all the books and bring the money back before we can print the follow-up of "Dream of Red Mansions."

Wang Hao opened his eyes wide and said, "The follow-up of "A Dream of Red Mansions" hasn't been printed yet?"

"Yes, there is no money to print."

Zhang Dun sighed, "If you all want to read the follow-up of "Dream of Red Mansions", please wait until we sell out the books and bring back the money, and let the victims start printing the follow-up stories."

More than a dozen young princes looked at each other in blank dismay, they did not expect such a result.

Wang Hao put his hands on his shoulders, and suddenly felt a bit of a headache.

This is not the result he wanted.

But the father gave the order to die, either come back with the book, or die outside.

Just to be so angry with my father, if I don't bring back the follow-up of "Dream of Red Mansions" today, he will really be able to prevent himself from entering the house!

Wang Hao's heart moved, he looked at Zhang Dun and asked, "How many books did you bring?"

Zhang Dun spread out his palm and made a gesture, saying: "There are fifty-five thousand copies in total."

"so much?"

Wang Hao was taken aback, "If you sell them all, how much will you sell them for?"

Zhang Dun pondered: "Among them, [-] copies will be sold at the price of [-] Wen."

Among the dozen or so young masters, someone was surprised, "Twice as cheap as the market?"

"You sell like this, don't you lose money?"

Zhang Dun looked solemn, pointed in the direction of Hedong Road and said, "We sell books not for ourselves, but for the disaster victims!"

Wang Hao and a dozen or so young princes were in awe.

They also saw that the young man in front of him and the two middle-aged men standing beside him were definitely not merchants.

Merchant, can't say that!

"If you calculate it like this, the price of [-] books and [-] Wen per book is [-]."

While counting in his heart, Wang Hao asked, "Where are the remaining [-] copies?"

Zhang Dun smiled and said kindly: "The remaining [-] copies, each worth two yuan, are all "Dream of Red Mansions."

"That means it can be sold for [-] guan? Add up, it's [-] guan..."

Wang Hao clicked his tongue and said, "It's not a small sum of money."

Chapter 300 You are very talented, do you want me to introduce you to the court as an official?

The housing price in Chang'an City is [-] yuan for a house.

For [-] yuan, you can buy [-] houses in Chang'an City!

Zhang Dun explained patiently: "The papers of the books we brought are unusual. The papers on the market are all yellowed, but our paper is indeed as white as snow."

"If you sell five hundred coins, if someone takes over, you can earn five hundred coins if you sell all the money."

"If it wasn't for the disaster victims, we wouldn't sell it so cheap."

How could it be so easy.

Wang Hao looked at him speechlessly, and the young princes who came with him also frowned.

Don't talk about other places, just talk about Long County.

How many literate people can there be?

If you sell books, you can only sell them.

And most of them have a collection of books at home, even if they spend money to buy books, it is impossible to buy so many.

Fifty-five thousand books, although the price is half of the local book price, Long County can't digest it at all.

If you want to make money, you can only sell books elsewhere.

Then the cost will go up.

"Isn't it just a book, I want it all!"

Suddenly, a voice suddenly sounded.

Wang Hao's whole body trembled, and when he looked back, he saw his father wearing a green shirt and a middle-aged man in a blue robe walking slowly over.

Wang Hao said in surprise, "Father, why are you here?"

"Isn't there your second uncle?"

Wang Hao's father raised his finger to the middle-aged man in blue robe who came side by side with him, then waved his hand at Wang Hao impatiently, "Go aside."

After speaking, he glanced at Zhang Dun, pointed at him and said to the middle-aged man in blue robe beside him, "His second uncle is the one who wrote "Dream of Red Mansions."

"Such a great talent at such a young age is rare in the world!"

The middle-aged man in the blue robe smiled, looked at Zhang Dun with admiration, cupped his hands and said, "Old man Wang Ye."

Zhang Dun smiled and cupped his hands in return, "I'm next Zhang Dun, I've met Mr. Wang."

"Who is this……"

He looked at Wang Hao's father.

Wang Hao's father grinned and said, "Old man Wang Qi."

"The brat who bought the book from you is the old man's son, Wang Hao."

After finishing speaking, he said earnestly, "I have finished reading your "Dream of Red Mansions". It's very good."

"Thank you." Zhang Dun said with a smile.

Wang Ye suppressed his smile, stroked his beard and said, "I just heard from you that you came to Long County to sell books for the disaster victims in Hedong Road?"

"The old man has also heard about the situation on the other side of Hedong Road. Natural disasters and man-made disasters, the victims of the disasters are in trouble."

"Yes." Zhang Dun said solemnly: "We are here this time, and we also hope to do our part to help the victims of the disaster in Hedong Road tide over the difficulties."

Wang Ye looked at him appreciatively, "If everyone in my Tang Dynasty has this kind of heart, why worry about my Tang Dynasty not being able to usher in a prosperous age?"