I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

In the evening, Wang Wanwan also arranged a banquet.

As expected of the richest man in Pingyang City, all kinds of delicacies are dazzling.

It was already late at night when Chu He returned home, so he summoned Shuling Luda to stay by his bed as usual.

When Lu Da appeared, Chu He was taken aback.

At this time, Lu Da has changed his attire, with a straight dress with sleeves on his back, and a blue round sash with slanted hair on his head.

There is a saber at his waist, a Zen staff in his hand, flowers are embroidered on his back, and a ring scar is on his head.

Is this a monk?

Chu He suddenly realized that most people hadn't read the content of Lu Tisha after he became a monk before, so the book spirit he cultivated at that time was the appearance of Lu Tisha when he was a monk.

Most people should have read the content of Lu Zhishen after he became a monk by now, so he naturally changed his attire.

In fact, the current Tijutsu is much better than before he became a monk, which is also a good thing.

And Chu He also discovered one thing, whether it is possible to judge the progress of most readers from the appearance of the characters, and then choose a reasonable time to continue publishing content.

It was too late, Chu He didn't think about it anymore, and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was already broad daylight.

Just finished washing and was about to eat when there were hurried footsteps outside the door.

"Master, it's not good!"

Forbe ran over in a hurry, with an anxious expression on his face.

"Master, Liu Ergou came over this morning, saying that the printing workshop of Donglai Bookstore suddenly caught fire last night!"

"All the more than a thousand books that had just been printed were burned, the printing workshop was gone, and two workers were seriously injured."

Chu He was taken aback when he heard this: "Why did the printing workshop catch fire?"

He frowned, which made him a little suspicious.

He sold 6,000 books yesterday, and the printing workshop of Donglai Bookstore was burned down at night, so it must be such a coincidence.

"Master, do you want to go over and have a look?" Fu Bo said.

He also knew that Wang Yingjun had gambled in Heilongfang with the sales of books, and if there were no books to sell, he would have to pay tens of thousands of taels of silver.

Chu He shook his head: "There's no need to look at it, it's already burned, what's the use of looking again."

"Get me a car, I'm going to Wang's house."

Fu Bo was taken aback when he heard the words, then nodded.

At this time, Donglai Bookstore was surrounded by merchants attracted by the storyteller.

There are more storytellers arranged today than yesterday, not only outside the city, but also in various teahouses and restaurants in the city.

Therefore, there are far more book buyers attracted than yesterday.

In addition to the hundreds of people around the door, there are still people who want to buy books coming from all directions.

In the bookstore, the shopkeeper Wang Chuyong sat slumped on the ground, as if mourning his concubine.

He never imagined that one day he would be surrounded by customers who bought books and couldn't get out of the bookstore.

"Why did it catch fire for no reason?"

Wang Chuyong muttered to himself, his eyes full of despair.

"Bang bang bang!"

There were knocks on the door, accompanied by piercing shouts.

"Why isn't the bookstore open? Could it be that it's closed today? I want to buy books and water margins!"

"That's right, it's broad daylight, why close the door, we're just here to buy a book, what are you afraid of!"

"..."

There was a lot of shouting, most of these people were low-level people in the eyes of Liu Rufeng and other students, and they had a hot temper.

They patted on the door, their tone already a little impatient.

In the bookstore, Liu Ergou's face was pale with fright, his voice trembling: "Shopkeeper, what should we do?"

Wang Chuyong came back to his senses, took a deep breath, stood up and walked to the door, shouting through the door.

"Water Margin is sold out, come back this afternoon!"

"Come this afternoon, I'll give you a discount, and you can save a lot of money."

Amidst the commotion, there were a few impatient shouts.

"We're all here, and we won't leave if we can't buy the Water Margin. I heard that there were still goods yesterday, so why are they gone when we come?"

"That's right, how can you do business like this, I still have to sell books now!"

The noise was loud, and it was in a tea house not far away.

"Master, are you satisfied with this matter?" the housekeeper flattered.

"Good job, double the salary this month."

Looking at the increasingly impatient crowd, Liu Rufeng smiled.

"Burn your printing workshop, block your shop, and see how you sell books."

"Butler Liu, didn't you arrange someone? Teach that bookshop owner a lesson."

Steward Liu said respectfully, "Master, I'll make arrangements right away."

Soon, one of the most powerful dancers in the crowd suddenly stood up.

"Have you noticed that those storytellers seem to have appeared out of nowhere, they must have deliberately tricked us into Donglai Bookstore."

"He didn't sell us the book, he just wanted to take the opportunity to raise the price of the book, such a black-hearted bookstore, just smash it!"

After speaking, he grabbed a stone and threw it at the gate of Donglai Bookstore.

boom!

The muffled sound from the door startled Wang Chuyong and the two of them, and their faces immediately turned extremely pale.

Wang Chuyong has already realized that someone is provoking trouble, deliberately provoking it, causing public outrage!

But those people outside were already anxious, and they immediately jumped on the head when they heard this, and they were about to smash the bookstore.

Stones hit the door panel one after another, and the solid door panel became pitted and even cracked in the blink of an eye.

The door panel was about to be smashed, but at this moment, a shout came from a distance.

"Stop it, who will allow you to cause trouble in the city!"

A troop of officials trotted over, each with ashen faces.

The instigators hurriedly retreated into the crowd, not daring to make a sound.

The crowd also suddenly quieted down, most of them were Shengdou Xiaomin and passing merchants, and the officials and family members were most afraid of them.

"Who called the official messenger?"

Liu Rufeng's expression darkened immediately, he had clearly arranged the relationship, and there should be no official missions.

At this moment, he saw Chu He and Wang Yingjun following closely behind the official.

"No wonder there are official messengers. It turns out that you are the one who caused the trouble, but even if the official messengers come, so what, if the printing workshop is burned, can you still conjure up books out of thin air?"

Suddenly, Liu Rufeng noticed that Chu He was looking in his direction, and even saluted him with fists in the air.

An ominous feeling suddenly rushed into his heart, making Liu Rufeng a little flustered.

"Why am I panicking, he can't conjure up books out of thin air."

After the crowd, Chu He saw Liu Rufeng clearly.

Unexpectedly, this guy looks like a gentleman with so many tricks.

It's just a pity, this calculation is really not enough in his eyes.

When Chu He stepped forward, the officials spontaneously made way for him and surrounded him in the middle.

"Everyone be quiet, let me introduce myself first."

"My name is Chu He, and I wrote Water Margin."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was taken aback.

It turns out that this is Chu He who won the Golden Autumn Talent Association.

"I know the purpose of everyone's visit today. It's to show off to Chu and buy my books."

"But it's really unfortunate that the printing workshop of Donglai Bookstore was burned yesterday. I have already reported to the authorities for investigation, and I believe there will be results in a few days."

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words. It turned out that the workshop was burned, and it was true that there were no books to sell, but they couldn't see the follow-up story. They were very uncomfortable.

In the teahouse, Liu Rufeng could not help but sneer.

I thought Chu He was going to say something, so that's what it is, and it's not that there are no books to sell.

Suddenly, Chu He changed the topic.

"However, I just asked my brother Wang Yingjun to help me print a batch, and there are 30,000 to 50,000 copies. You can go to the major stores under the name of the Wang family to buy!"