I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

At the entrance of Donglai Bookstore, shopkeeper Wang Chuyong and servant Liu Ergou looked at the continuous flow of people in the opposite bookstore with red eyes.

"Hey, if only there were so many people in our bookstore." Wang Chuyong sighed.

Liu Ergou on the side suddenly said: "Shopkeeper, if we also sell Mr. Liu's poetry collection, can we also attract many customers?"

Wang Chuyong glanced at him, and said angrily: "Young Master Liu, can you see a miscellaneous bookstore like ours and let us sell his poetry collection?"

"That's right." Liu Ergou thought for a while, and it was true.

Any talented person would not want to sell his collection of poems in a miscellaneous bookstore.

"Why is shopkeeper Wang sighing? Do you think my book can't sell Liu Rufeng?"

A voice suddenly came from beside them, and Wang Chuyong and Wang Chuyong got up in a hurry.

Turning around, at some point, Chu He was already standing behind them.

"Where, Mr. Chu's writing is also exquisite, which makes people want to stop."

Wang Chuyong repeatedly denied it, but he still had no idea.

Although the Water Margin is wonderfully written, it is a miscellaneous book after all, and it is in no way comparable to a serious Confucianist study like an anthology of poetry.

"Treasurer Wang put your heart back, this time I will definitely let you make a lot of money."

Chu He patted Wang Chuyong's shoulder and comforted him with a smile.

"Thank you, Young Master Chu, for your support." Wang Chuyong smiled apologetically.

The writing of Water Margin is really good. Although it can't compare with poetry collections, it must sell well.

For every book sold, Chu He earns four hundred coins, and he also gets a commission of twenty coins.

With the quality of Water Margin, at most 10,000 books can be sold in a year, and they can earn 200 taels by then.

With such a calculation, Young Master Chu is also amazing, just relying on a miscellaneous book can earn three to four thousand taels a year, and the average Confucianism cultivator of the seventh rank can not necessarily earn this book by selling books for a year.

Seeing that the heat is almost ready, Chu He smiled and said, "Shopkeeper Wang, how is the printing of the 10,000 books going?"

"Young Master Chu, don't worry, 3,000 copies have been printed, and the remaining 7,000 copies will be printed within five days." Wang Chuyong assured, patting his chest.

"So that means three thousand copies can be printed tomorrow." Chu He stroked his chin in thought.

Wang Chuyong quickly explained: "Young Master Chu, 3,000 copies are quite a lot, and it may not be sold out in a month."

Originally, when the news about Chu He's winning the first prize was widely publicized, perhaps 3,000 copies could be sold in ten days.

But now everyone's eyes are focused on Liu Rufeng's collection of poems, no one cares about a miscellaneous book.

Chu He shook his head: "At least 5,000 copies will be printed tomorrow, and another 90,000 copies will be printed. Round up the number, the sooner the better."

When Wang Chuyong heard his words, his scalp was numb and his brain was buzzing.

If another 90,000 copies are printed, it will be 100,000 copies. Pingyang City only has a population of more than one million.

This means that one out of ten people has to buy Chu He's book before it can be sold out.

He hastily dissuaded him: "Young Master Chu, this is no joke, our entire Pingyang City can't sell 100,000 miscellaneous books a year!"

"Can't sell 100,000 copies a year?" Chu He was slightly surprised.

Wang Chuyong nodded again and again, he thought he had convinced Chu He, but Chu He's next words made his jaw drop in shock.

Chu He touched his nose and said, "It looks like I'm going to set a record. I should be able to sell 100,000 books in ten days."

"Master Chu..."

Wang Chuyong still wanted to dissuade him, but was interrupted by Chu He.

"You just print the book, sell it to earn blood, if you can't sell it, I'll have the bottom line, what are you afraid of?"

Seeing Chu He's firm attitude, Wang Chuyong had no choice but to agree.

In fact, he resisted. If Chu He really lost all the underpants left, then who will continue to write the plot after the nineteenth chapter of the Water Margin?

After Chu He repeatedly emphasized the need to speed up printing, he went home without stopping and began to rush to draft.

The book will be sold out in a few days, and if the manuscript cannot keep up by then, it will be sent a blade.

On the other side, Wang Yingjun came to the largest casino in Pingyang City with the 20,000 silver he had saved over the past 16 years, and his father's pair worth more than 10,000 taels. , Heilongfang.

"Yo, isn't this Young Master Wang?"

A martial artist watching the scene saw Wang Yingjun and hurried up to meet him.

With a smile on his face, he led the way.

"Wang Shao is going to play sieve or push Pai Gow today?"

"Young Master Wang, I'll play with you!"

"Young Master Wang, bring me one!"

"..."

As soon as Wang Yingjun entered the arena, a group of people immediately surrounded him like flies smelling carrion.

Who doesn't know that Wang Shao is handicapped and loves to gamble, sitting at a table with Wang Shao will definitely make a lot of money.

Soon hundreds of people gathered around Wang Yingjun, and most of the gamblers in the casino gathered here.

Seeing that the timing was almost up, Wang Yingjun took out the bank notes he had prepared from his pocket, each one thousand taels, and a full twenty bank notes were shaking in his hand.

Everyone present stared straight at the scene. With so many banknotes, a random win would be enough to go to Yihonglou several times!

"Everyone be quiet!"

Wang Yingjun flicked the bank note and said loudly.

The chaotic crowd suddenly fell silent, and all eyes were on the bank note in his hand.

"Today, I don't push Pai Gow or play sieve! If we want to play, let's play big ones!"

In the crowd, someone suddenly booed: "What's the big thing, Young Master Wang?"

Wang Yingjun patted the silver ticket and said: "This young master wants to start a gamble. Twenty thousand taels is not enough, so add this picture of returning to wild geese in this young master's hand!"

"I think everyone knows the origin of this Goose Picture. It was made by Liu Yunfeng, a fourth-rank well-known talented scholar, and it is worth tens of thousands of taels of silver!"

Everyone's eyes were straightened when they heard it. Twenty thousand taels of silver plus a picture of returning to the wild goose, the value is probably close to forty thousand taels. What kind of gamble did Wang Yingjun want to open, and he played such a big game!

"Young Master Wang, don't be a fool, let everyone hear it, so we can have fun together."

"That's right, let's make money together!"

Looking at the earnest eyes of everyone around, Wang Yingjun smiled and said: "Then I won't make a fool of myself."

"The bet that this young master wants to open is related to my brother, young master Chu!"

"I bet 20,000 taels of silver and a picture of returning to the wild goose. I bet that within five days my brother Chu He's book will outsell Liu Rufeng's grandson's poetry anthology!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone showed a look of astonishment.

This... This Wang Yingjun is crazy, to spend more than 30,000 taels of water for fun.

They have also heard of Chu He's book, it's just a miscellaneous book, how could it sell better than the collection of poems by Liu Rufeng, the number one talented scholar in Pingyang City?

However, Wang Yingjun had already put the 20,000 taels of silver notes and the picture of Guiyan on the gambling table. According to the rules of Heilongfang, placing a bet means that the game is established.

Anyone who dares to violate the rules of the Black Dragon Square will find it difficult to get out of Pingyang City alive, because the Black Dragon Square is spread all over the Daqian Dynasty, and it is rumored that the owner behind it may be from the royal family!

"The bet is on, whoever wants to bet on my brother Chu He with this young master, hurry up and place a bet!"