I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

"Of course, there is also a batch that has just been delivered, but it may not be enough for everyone to share."

Chu He clapped his hands, and Wang Yingjun swayed his head out of the carriage.

In the compartment, there were piles of Water Margins, which smelled like fresh ink, obviously not long after they were printed.

Everyone's eyes brightened immediately, and they thought they were going to return home in disappointment, but they didn't expect that Young Master Chu had already prepared for it.

"Shopkeeper Wang, come out to pick up the books soon, everyone is waiting to buy!" Chu He said loudly.

Wang Chuyong, who was hiding behind the door, heard the sound as if he saw a savior, and immediately opened the door and rushed out with Liu Ergou.

"Young Master Chu, you are the timely rain Song Gongming!"

He was so moved that he almost cried. By the way, Chu He was compared to Song Gongming in Water Margin.

Hearing that this guy regarded himself as Song Gongming, Chu He felt a chill.

That guy Song Gongming is more than six feet tall, dark, and a bit of a hypocrite, how can he compare with himself.

He hurriedly waved his hand: "Okay, quickly pick up the books and start selling them. Everyone can't wait any longer. I'll send another batch to you in the afternoon."

Wang Chuyong nodded gratefully, and immediately ordered Liu Ergou to take the book down and prepare to sell it.

"You are moving too slowly, we are all waiting to buy, get out of the way!"

Several seven-foot-tall men pushed Liu Ergou away, rolled up their sleeves and began to carry books.

Stacks of books were quickly delivered to the bookstore, and they are officially on sale today.

"Give me two copies!"

"I'll get one!"

"I have many children in my family, so I bought five books!"

"..."

The crowd was bustling, snapping up the Water Margin.

The people who bought it were so satisfied that they couldn't wait to go home, so they started looking through them on the way.

Seeing Chu He's book "Water Margin" selling well from a distance, Liu Rufeng's face was gloomy, and he gritted his teeth.

"Butler Liu, is this what you do?"

"Master, I didn't expect Chu He to print the book himself. Master, please spare me!"

Butler Liu was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground, his face was as pale as paper, and he kowtowed repeatedly.

"waste!"

Liu Rufeng smashed the table into pieces, but his face was extremely ugly.

In the first three days, Chu He sold more than 7,000 books, while he sold 13,000 books. There is not much difference between the two.

What should I do if I offend all the students in the city if I really haven't sold Chu He?

He gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice, "You arrange manpower for me to buy my books, and you must not let Chu He overtake me!"

Liu Rufeng has been pushed to a desperate situation, he doesn't want to offend a city of students, many of them are betting on him to win with all their wealth, once they lose, how many desperadoes will want to push him to the Liu family.

He didn't expect that just a bet would lead to such a situation.

Now he has no other way but to cheat to win.

Soon, all the more than 5,000 books sent to Donglai Bookstore were sold out.

But this time, no one made trouble anymore, and people who wanted to buy books poured into Wang's shop to buy books.

Surprisingly, the purchase of books also led to the sale of other things in the Wang family.

People who buy books will always stop by to buy other things, which has greatly increased the income of the Wang family.

The Water Margin was sold all over the city, and what was discussed in the teahouses and restaurants also turned into the whereabouts of Hong Taiwei's mistaken goblins, or the worship of Lu Zhishen and other heroes.

In the teahouse, there is also a storyteller who is talking about Lu Zhishen pulling up willows upside down, causing everyone to sigh.

For a while, the whole city was talking about the plot of the Water Margin, and they were too embarrassed to go out without watching the Water Margin.

I'm afraid that if someone asks you who the Fengxue Mountain Temple is, you won't be able to hold back half of your fart, and you will only provoke ridicule.

In the city, some students already felt a little bad.

You were still talking about the contents of Rufeng Poetry Collection yesterday, why did the wind change direction today?

They bet all their wealth on Liu Rufeng's victory. If they really lose, they will lose their place to live.

So many students met tacitly and rushed to Liu's house in the south of the city to find out the news.

As a result, as soon as they arrived at the place, they found that there were already many students waiting outside the gate of Liu's house, and there were about seventy or eighty people gathered.

"Everyone is..."

Someone just said half a sentence, and the rest nodded.

"We have put our wealth and life on the line, so we must ask clearly."

"Yeah, who knows that the wind has changed today. Everyone is talking about the Raoshizi Water Margin. I also took a look at it. It's really strange."

While everyone was discussing, the door opened with a creak, and Butler Liu came out.

"The young master is waiting for you in the backyard, hurry over."

The students stepped into the gate one after another and hurried to the backyard.

Beside the lotus pond in the backyard, under the gazebo, Liu Rufeng was making tea and reading a book, and he didn't seem to be in the slightest panic.

This performance of his made everyone feel confident, it seemed that Young Master Liu had a certain chance of winning.

This made them embarrassed to ask.

"I know the purpose of your coming here." Liu Rufeng's expression was indifferent, and his voice was calm, still making people feel like a spring breeze.

Everyone was a little embarrassed. Looking at Liu Shao's appearance, it was clear that he was planning a strategy, and he would doubt him.

"Do you think a miscellaneous book can sell more than my collection of poems?"

"Look at the people talking about the Water Margin on the street. They are all low-level people. Are you afraid of these low-level people?"

Just a few words, everyone felt ashamed.

"Young Master Liu, I'm sorry, we were wrong."

"Young Master Liu is right. How can a miscellaneous book sell more than an orthodox poetry anthology? We really think too much."

"Young Master Liu gave us a chance to make money, yet we still doubt Young Master Liu."

They apologized one after another, with even more shame on their faces.

Liu Rufeng said indifferently: "It's okay, I'm not a petty person, after all, it's all about your wealth, you just wait for the money."

"Thank you Young Master Liu for your understanding, then we will take our leave."

They were also embarrassed to stay any longer, and they all waved their fists to leave.

Liu Rufeng nodded and watched the crowd leave.

After these people left, he threw the table away, and the teapot smashed to pieces with a "snap".

He slapped the stone pillar beside him with a slap, and there were some cracks in the hard stone pillar.

Liu Rufeng said angrily with red eyes: "How dare they come to question me! After this matter is over, I must beat them hard!"

"Liu Neng, arrange for someone to buy my poetry collection!"

Steward Liu hurriedly stepped back to make arrangements, and on that day, many servants of the Liu family disguised themselves as scholars and went to the street to buy Rufeng's poetry collection.

As it was getting late, Wang Chuyong trotted all the way, his fat body twisted, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

Seeing the gate of the Chu family in front of him, he was very excited and knocked on the door.

"Master Chu, open the door quickly, good news!"

After a loud knock on the door, the door was opened by Forbe.

Uncle Fu looked at him suspiciously: "Shopkeeper Wang, what happened that made you so anxious?"

Panting heavily, Wang Chuyong said pleasantly, "Uncle Fu, where is Young Master Chu, I want to see him, there is good news!"

"What good news?" Forbe asked doubtfully.

"Master Chu's book is a big seller! Nine thousand copies have been sold!" Wang Chuyong's old face flushed with excitement, and his triangular eyes squeezed together.

"Oh, nine thousand copies is indeed a lot." Uncle Fu looked calm.

Wang Chuyong was stunned for a moment, and added: "Today, nine thousand copies were sold!"

"Well, I see. I will pass it on to the young master. Don't bother the young master with such trivial matters. Shopkeeper Wang, go back."

After finishing speaking, Fu Bo closed the door.

Wang Chuyong looked dull, what happened?

Didn't you invite me in for tea after selling 9,000 copies?

Or maybe Faber got it wrong.

Inside the door, Uncle Fu muttered to himself: "Including these 9,000 copies, the young master bought 35,000 copies of his books today. The Chu family is coming back!"

He couldn't help showing a smile on his face, and walked quickly to the main hall.

"Master, your book sold a total of 35,000 copies today!"