I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

As soon as Chu He went downstairs, he saw Wang Yingjun squatting on the stairs with a mournful face.

Hearing footsteps, Wang Yingjun raised his head and saw that it was him, and immediately twisted his fat body and rushed forward crying.

"Master Chu, money! I lost all my money!"

Chu He hurriedly dodged away, "Speak well, what's going on?"

In a hurry, Wang Yingjun looked aggrieved, and whispered everything that happened just now.

It turned out that after winning consecutive bets with Chu He, he drifted away, thinking that he could win every bet, so he bet everywhere.

The result can be imagined, in less than a quarter of an hour, Yinglian and his banknotes were all lost.

"Young Master Chu, you must help me!" Wang Yingjun cried.

"It's almost enough. You are someone who wants to make a lot of money, so you still care about this little money?" Chu He smiled and said, "The result of the game will be announced soon."

Hearing this, Wang Yingjun regained his energy immediately, turned his head and looked over, and just in time saw Liu Rufeng walking over surrounded by a group of students.

"Isn't this Wang Yingjun, the eldest son of the Wang family?" Liu Rufeng walked over with a smile, "Young Master Wang is a kind person, knowing that the students need money to study, so he gave away 20,000 taels of silver notes and a picture of returning to wild geese. Thank you all He!"

"That's right, Young Master Wang is a very kind person, and he gave us money!"

"Young Master Wang, thank you very much!"

"..."

All the students were full of joy, with a strong sarcasm in their tone.

Wang Yingjun's face was extremely ugly as if he had eaten a fly.

"Mr. Liu bought books by himself and supported many bookstores. He is also a great kind person." Chu He smiled and said.

Liu Rufeng's eyes turned cold when he heard the words, and he said with a smile, "Young Master Chu, what do you mean by that? I don't understand why."

"What does it mean that you taste and do things yourself, and you are afraid that others will know?"

There was a meaningful smile on Chu He's face, which made Liu Rufeng feel inexplicably ominous.

"Fatty, let's go, Heilongfang has started counting."

Chu He beckoned, and Wang Yingjun immediately followed.

Liu Rufeng also rushed over surrounded by all the students.

The one responsible for counting the numbers and announcing the result of the game was the manager who received Chu He before, named Li Shan, who was also the person in charge of the gambling house.

Due to the large amount of money involved, only he can preside over the overall situation, and he has brought in many vigorous warriors to control the place.

This kind of big gamble, when the result comes out, often causes gamblers to riot, so we have to guard against it.

On Chu He's side, there were only Wang Yingjun and Chu He.

On the side where Liu Rufeng won, there were hundreds of people standing.

A small part of them are students, and more of them are addicted to gambling.

Whether it is the students or the gamblers, they have already spent all their wealth and want to get a share of this gambling game.

At this time, they were all excited, just waiting for Li Shan to announce the result, and then make a fortune.

Li Shan took the number from the servant, his expression changed one after another, and finally returned to calm.

"Now start announcing the number of sales of the two books within five days."

"On the first day, ninety copies of "Water Margin" and eight thousand five hundred and ninety-two copies of "Rufeng Poems"!"

Hearing this number, the hundreds of people who bet on Liu Rufeng immediately cheered.

"As expected of Young Master Liu, more than 8,000 copies were sold on the first day, and Chu He's book is even worse than Young Master Liu's."

Everyone cheered, and Li Shan then announced the sale of the second day.

"The next day, there are 1,520 copies of "Water Margin" and 3,200 copies of "Rufeng Poetry Collection"!"

Li Shan's voice fell, and there were constant discussions below.

"Chu He's book is not bad. It sold more than a thousand copies the next day. It's a pity that his opponent is Liu Shao."

"That's right. In just two days, 11,792 copies of "Rufeng Poetry Collection" were sold, and only 1,610 copies of "Water Margin". This gap is not ordinary!"

Everyone was determined, as if the money had already fallen into their pockets.

"On the third day, there are 6,000 copies of "Water Margin" and 1,920 copies of "Rufeng Poetry Collection."

Hearing this number, everyone's expressions changed.

what happened? "Water Margin" sold more than "Rufeng Poetry Collection", how is this possible?

Everyone was a little worried.

"On the fourth day, there are 35,000 copies of "Water Margin", and 2,325 copies of "Rufeng Poetry Collection."

Immediately, everyone's face changed. The sales of "Water Margin" surpassed that of "Rufeng Poems" in one day. How is this possible!

"Guan Li, is there an inside story? How can a miscellaneous book sell so much!"

"Yeah! How could his sales rise to more than 30,000 copies in one day, did he buy it himself!"

"Despicable, shameless!"

"..."

All of a sudden, there was a lot of yelling, everyone's face turned red, and their eyes seemed to burst into flames.

Especially those students, who have begun to yell and scold with all their benevolence, righteousness and morality.

This is related to their entire net worth, once they lose, they will lose everything!

Li Shan ignored the people who were about to riot, but continued to read.

"On the fifth day, there are 40,023 copies of "Water Margin", and 79,321 copies of "Rufeng Poems"!"

Immediately, everyone was shocked. On the fifth day, "Rufeng Poems" sold nearly 80,000 copies?

Some students quietly looked at Liu Rufeng, but saw Liu Rufeng's expression was calm, without any panic.

On the other hand, Wang Yingjun's face was already flushed with anger, and the fat on his cheeks kept shaking.

"Shady! Definitely shady! Liu Rufeng must have used some disgraceful means!"

"A few days ago, not many people bought his poor poetry collection, why did so many buyers suddenly appear today!"

Wang Yingjun yelled angrily, pointing at Liu Rufeng with his fat fingers and trembling.

"Liu Rufeng, did you say that you used some dishonorable means!"

Liu Rufeng ignored him, but those student gamblers started clamoring.

"Young Master Liu is the number one talented scholar in Pingyang City, so there is no doubt that his poetry collection is selling well!"

"That's right, maybe the people have become enlightened recently, and they all bought Mr. Liu's poetry collection when they knew it was good."

"That's right, I've read Mr. Liu's collection of poems, even if compared with some great Confucians, it's not bad!"

"..."

Listening to the clamor of the crowd, Wang Yingjun's hands were trembling with anger. That's not what this group of guys said when "Water Margin" was a hit.

A hand was placed on the furious Wang Yingjun's shoulder, and when he turned around, it was Chu He.

"Young Master Chu, they're bullying people too much!" Wang Yingjun looked aggrieved.

"I know." Chu He said calmly, "Don't worry, the fun has just begun."

When the two were talking, those gamblers had already started to ask Li Shan to announce the result.

Li Shan was about to announce when a voice suddenly came from afar.

"Wait!"

Everyone looked back, and a middle-aged man with a spear on his back was striding forward, dragging the housekeeper of the Liu family with one hand, and holding a ledger with the other.

Seeing the ledger and Butler Liu, Liu Rufeng's pupils shrank and his face became cloudy.