I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

Wang Yingjun hiccupped and lay comfortably on the chair.

The bamboo chair made a creaking sound, and was slightly deformed by the pressure.

"Boss, what shall we do next?"

He patted his stomach and asked.

Chu He: "Has Mr. Storyteller arranged?"

Wang Yingjun nodded and said: "Boss, don't worry, today is three times more than yesterday."

"That's fine. We don't have to do anything today. I'll take you home tonight." Chu He said calmly.

"Do nothing?" Wang Yingjun was struggling like a carp, unable to get up, and almost completely collapsed the bamboo chair.

He stared blankly at his boss, as if he was really different from before.

Outside Pingyang City, many storytellers began to tell stories in restaurants and teahouses as if they appeared out of thin air.

What they say is generally the same, it is the first time in the Water Margin, and they only talk about the first time.

Many passing merchants were fascinated by what they heard, unable to stop.

Like yesterday, they began to ask about the origin of the Water Margin as usual.

On that day, waves of merchants poured into Pingyang City in batches.

Their goal is the same, to go to Donglai Bookstore to buy Water Margin.

In the bookstore, shopkeepers Wang Chuyong and Liu Ergou were so busy that their feet didn't touch the floor.

Hanging copper coins were thrown on the table and there was no time to clean them up.

"What happened? Why did so many people come to buy books all of a sudden, and they all came for Water Margin."

Liu Ergou brought stacks of books, he was too tired to move his tongue, the merchants simply counted the number by themselves.

"Fortunately, I transported 6,000 books that have already been printed overnight, otherwise I might not be able to sell them."

Wang Chuyong wiped the bean-sized beads of sweat on his forehead, but his eyes were full of excitement and excitement.

This kind of grand occasion was only seen in other bookstores in the past, and this kind of place selling miscellaneous books is definitely the first time in the world.

The surrounding bookstores were also dumbfounded. What happened?

Why is the business of a miscellaneous bookstore so good? Don't these people read poetry, so they don't like sage books?

One by one, the merchants left contentedly carrying stacks of Water Margin. Such an interesting storybook, even if you don’t read it yourself, it’s good to bring it to the children at home.

Just in the middle of the afternoon, the 6,000 books were sold out again, which made Wang Chuyong completely dumbfounded.

"Er Gouzi, hurry up and tell the workshop to hurry up." He kept urging.

Liu Ergou said helplessly: "Shopkeeper, these workers are already working day and night shifts, and we can only print 3,000 copies a day at most!"

Wang Chuyong regretted it. When Chu He urged him to print quickly the day before yesterday, he didn't care. Now it's too late to rush to work.

He couldn't help crying and said with a sad face: "It's over, how much money will be lost!"

"Boss, losing money is not a big deal. I see that many people can't buy books, and they are about to smash our shop." Liu Ergou whispered.

Wang Chuyong was sweating profusely when he heard the words. It is fine not to sell the books, but it is not okay to smash the shop. His family still depends on this shop for food.

Suddenly, he thought of Chu He, grabbed Liu Ergou and said, "Ergouzi, you go to Chu's house. Young Master Chu mentioned that the book will sell well, so he must have a solution!"

"Wait, I'll come to visit in person!" Wang Chuyong said suddenly.

Chu He is a book writer. Going to him to solve the problem, isn't this a rush to the doctor?

Although Liu Ergou slandered in his heart, he still agreed, whoever made him the shopkeeper was the one who paid him his wages.

After closing the shop, Wang Chuyong hurried to Chu's house.

The reason why he wanted to close the shop was because he was afraid that those merchants who couldn't buy books would get angry and smash the shop again.

Donglai Bookstore is definitely the first bookstore that was forced to close because the books were sold out.

Not long after he closed the door, a dozen merchants rushed over.

"The books are sold out, and they won't be available until tomorrow? What kind of broken bookstore is this? They can't even print enough books to sell!"

Seeing the sign hanging on the gate, these merchants couldn't help cursing, and kept greeting Wang Chuyong's 18th generation.

After scolding for a while, these people were also parched, so they had no choice but to leave.

"Forget it, come back tomorrow, let's stay one more night in Pingyang City."

Some merchants have already made a decision, and they really want to know the story behind the Water Margin.

From the Chu family, Wang Chuyong hurried over.

"Young Master Chu, it's not good, your book has sold 6,000 copies, and we can't keep up with printing!"

From far away, everyone in the courtyard heard his shouts.

"The young master's book sold six thousand copies today?"

Uncle Fu was shocked. He couldn't imagine that Chu He, who had been hanging around Yihonglou a few days ago, could sell 6,000 copies of his book in one day.

"Young Master Chu's book has sold 6,000 copies!"

Wang Yingjun stood up like a carp. This time he succeeded, but the bamboo chair also fell apart.

Everyone in the courtyard except Chu He was shocked and couldn't believe their ears.

Wang Chuyong gasped and begged: "Young Master Chu, all the books printed during this period have been sold out, and there are still many people who haven't bought the books. I think those who haven't bought the books are about to smash the shop. Please hurry up!" Help me!"

"Isn't printing books the business of your bookstore? How can such a thing happen?"

Uncle Fu at the side was a little displeased. My young master finally got a fire book, but the sales were delayed because the printing speed couldn't keep up. This will affect the accumulation of literary spirit.

Wang Chuyong was ashamed, but he couldn't help it. Those merchants were not short-tempered. Today was fine, only a small number of people didn't buy books, and they just complained.

But I'm afraid something will happen tomorrow, because even if they print overnight, they can only print two or three thousand copies, and they can't buy books. Those people probably have to tear down the shop to vent their anger.

Chu He smiled calmly, "Boss Wang, I asked you to print a batch a long time ago, but you just refused to listen. This is an opportunity for you to make money, and you can't grasp it!"

Wang Chuyong's face was flushed with shame, and his triangular eyes were full of remorse, "Young Master Chu, I know I was wrong, please help me, many of the merchants who buy books are martial arts, they can't reason, maybe they can't buy them When I get to the book, I will vent my anger."

"You go back first, and print part of it overnight to last the morning. After noon, there will be books delivered to your shop." Chu He said indifferently.

Wang Chuyong was overjoyed when he heard the words, and thanked him again and again, and then his heart was relieved.

After he left, Wang Yingjun looked admiring: "Young Master Chu, you are really amazing, we can make a lot of money just by selling books!"

Chu He smiled lightly, making money was never his goal, and he was not interested in money either.

The important thing is that the more books he sells, the faster he will accumulate literary energy, and he will be able to protect himself in the shortest possible time.

The ghost knows what kind of terrifying existence the master behind the fox demon ghost is.

"It's getting late, I'll take you back," Chu He said.