I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

The next morning, Chu He grinned and walked out of the room with his waist supported.

That's right, he practiced with Lin Chong all night last night.

It was quite simple to watch Lin Chong play with a gun, but when he really got started, he realized that this thing is not something that ordinary people can practice well.

As the night passed, Chu He felt as if his waist was about to break.

Just as he was sighing, a voice suddenly came.

"Master, your book is about to be published today. Boss Wang invites you to read it."

It was Uncle Fu who came, and when he saw Chu He supporting his waist, he couldn't help but froze for a moment.

"Master, what is this?"

Chu He waved his hand: "It's nothing, I practiced guns all night, and my waist is a bit uncomfortable."

"Back pain? Practicing guns?" Uncle Fu was stunned for a moment, and then showed a meaningful expression.

He smiled and said: "Practicing guns is a good thing, it's a good thing! Young people, there must be this process."

This time it was Chu He's turn to be stunned, what is a good thing, and what's going on with this process? Forbe wouldn't think wrong, would he?

"Young master, wait a moment, this old slave is going to ask the servants to put the carriage on."

After finishing talking about Fu Bo, he happily went to the backyard, leaving Chu He with a confused face.

Not long after, he got into the carriage and ran all the way to Donglai Bookstore.

Watching Chu He leave, the smile on Forbe's face became even stronger.

"The young master has finally grown up! The Chu family has a successor."

He turned around and went back to the mansion, went to the kitchen to give instructions.

"Stew ginseng chicken soup for the young master tonight... No, stew three whip soup, and arrange more meat."

The servants in charge of the kitchen repeatedly agreed.

Then Uncle Fu went to the small courtyard where the maid lived, and the little maid Yu Ling happened to be washing Chu He's clothes.

She looked up, but saw Uncle Fu coming over with a smile, and asked in confusion, "Uncle Fu, why are you here?"

"Yu Ling, how old are you this year?" Uncle Fu asked.

Yu Ling said: "Uncle Fu, you forgot, I'm fifteen this year!"

Uncle Fu stroked his chin and said, "It's only fifteen, and it's about the same age."

With puzzled expression on Yu Ling's face, Uncle Fu told her everything in a low voice.

Her pretty face gradually turned red, like a ripe apple.

"Yu Ling, do you know what to do?" Uncle Fu said sternly, "This is a major matter for our Chu family. If it can be done well, you will have some status in our Chu family in the future."

Yu Ling blushed and nodded, and Uncle Fu left satisfied.

She breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down her nervous mood, and then trotted back to her room to start getting ready.

Chu He didn't know what arrangement Forbo had made for him, he had already arrived outside Donglai Bookstore.

At this time, Donglai Bookstore was already crowded with people, and there was already a long line of people buying books.

In the store, three or five boys were busy collecting money and selling books, and Liu Ergou was successfully promoted to manager, and he also had a few boys under him.

He was lying on the bamboo chair shaking the cattail fan, holding a copy of "Water Margin" in his hand, with a relaxed expression on his face.

Unexpectedly, I, Liu Ergou, would also have a day in charge on the spot.

Suddenly, the book in his hand was snatched away, and he suddenly said angrily: "Who? Dare to touch my book!"

He was about to continue to get angry, but a face came closer, which made him roll over and fall off the bamboo chair in fright, and his face changed into a flattering expression.

"Master Chu, what wind brought you here, sit down!"

Chu He was also polite, and sat directly on the bamboo chair.

Only then did Liu Ergou heave a sigh of relief, and almost offended the big benefactor.

"Ergou, you've been promoted!" Chu He laughed.

Liu Ergou quickly apologized and said with a smile: "That's because of your blessing, Young Master Chu, otherwise the young one would have no chance of becoming a manager."

Chu He nodded: "How are the book sales today?"

Mentioning this, Liu Ergou excitedly said: "Young Master Chu, the five of them have not stopped this morning, and at least sold more than 10,000 copies! Your writing of "Water Margin" is really good!"

Chu He was a little surprised, but Donglai Bookstore sold more than 10,000 copies in the morning, it seems that today's sales volume will be very good.

While the two were talking, there was a sudden quarrel in front of them.

Liu Ergou couldn't help frowning, he didn't quarrel in the morning and didn't quarrel in the evening, why did he only quarrel when the benefactor came?

He was a little annoyed and said, "Gousheng, what's going on?"

The boy called Gou Sheng hurriedly said: "Guan Liu, this man insists on jumping in line to buy books, no matter how much I persuade him, he won't go in line."

Liu Ergou couldn't help frowning, turned his head to accompany him with a smile and said, "Young Master Chu, I'll go over and deal with it first."

Chu He waved his hand: "Let me go and have a look with you."

Before Liu Ergou refused, he had already got up and walked over, Liu Ergou had no choice but to follow, for fear that someone who had no eyesight would offend his benefactor.

The troublemakers were three strong men, who looked like passing merchants.

"What's the matter with you? Don't you know that you have to queue up to buy books?" Liu Ergou scolded directly.

The leader of the big man glanced at him: "Are you the steward of Donglai Bookstore?"

Liu Ergou straightened his back: "That's right, if you want to buy books, you can go to the back and line up. Why are you so special when everyone is queuing up?"

The big man was not angry, but directly took out a stack of bank notes: "I want to buy 10,000 books, do I still have to wait in line?"

"Even if you buy 10,000... 10,000?" Liu Ergou was about to refuse, but his face changed when he heard 10,000 copies.

Selling 10,000 copies in one morning and selling 10,000 copies in one business are two different things!

He swallowed, stared at the silver ticket and said, "Brother, are you kidding me?"

"The bank notes are all here, what jokes can you have?" The big man said with a smile: "Can I jump in line now?"

Liu Ergou was about to say yes, but suddenly a hand was on his shoulder.

"This big brother, even if he wants to buy 10,000 books, he still has to wait in line."

The person who spoke was Chu He, and Liu Ergou looked at him in astonishment, his eyes full of puzzlement.

The big man frowned, and there was a little fierceness in his eyes: "Who are you? Do you know who I am?"

The blood of the two people behind him was churning, obviously they were also warriors.

The atmosphere suddenly became serious, and Liu Ergou and the others were full of worry.

No one who dares to resell things as a merchant in Daqian is easy to talk to.

They travel around all the year round, and they often encounter bandits robbing the road, and they have lives in their hands!

"Next to Chu He." Chu He remained indifferent.

The big man was taken aback suddenly, and said in a surprised voice: "You are the author of "Water Margin", Chu He Chu Shao?"

Chu He nodded: "That's right, it's next."

The big man was pleasantly surprised: "Young Master Chu, I saw you alive! My friend bought your book here last time, but he showed me that he couldn't stop reading it. It's not because he wants to come here to buy a batch and resell it elsewhere. , unexpectedly met you in person, can you sign for me?"

The big man even took out a pen and paper from his sleeve and handed it to Chu He respectfully, his eyes full of admiration.

Chu He will not be able to fix it all of a sudden. There is also fan culture in this world? Also popular signature ?

"Brother, how about we talk in another place, the bookstore still has to sell books." Chu He said.

The big man nodded again and again, like a chicken pecking rice, extremely obedient, and followed Chu He into the tea room of the bookstore obediently, not even a bit fierce.