Everyone, I plan to show you...this!

The black door handle looks inconspicuous. With a light click, the door was slowly opened at this moment, showing a strange scene hidden behind the door-

Under the bright light of the illumination magic, an oval silver-white hall was completely presented to everyone. Two huge curtains hang down from above, with bright red characters written on it. The curtain on the left said "Time is money, renewal is kingly way", and the one on the right said "We don't create books, we are book porters."

Well, only the ghost knows what these two cloth curtains mean. A large group of booksellers standing at the door looked at each other with strange faces. It was not until Lin Taiping made an invitation gesture with a smile on his face that they walked into the hall blankly, looked around in curiously and surprised, and made strange exclamations from time to time.

The silver-white hall can accommodate about a hundred people, but it is divided into densely packed lattices by wooden boards. Fifty or sixty pig-headed monsters have a small lattice. While panting, they are wiping their heads full of sweat and writing quickly. Occasionally, they will stop panting, grab the steaming butter cake beside them, and stuff them into their mouths in two mouths.

Every time they finish writing a page, they will scream, throw this page of manuscript into the sky, and then a servant standing next to them rushed over quickly, carefully put the manuscript away, and then bind it with the previous content... Unbelievable that this process is shockingly fast, and any pig-headed monster can write thousands of words in an hour.

Among the group of pig-headed monsters who were flying in writing, Pig Instein wore the golden hat. He walked back and forth proudly, stopping from time to time, waving the heavy alchemy book. He could hear his arrogant screams in the whole hall.

"Hurry up, hurry up, this book "Golden Scale Is Not an Essential in the Pool" was called by Speaker Federer and the members of the parliament. They have been waiting for the update for three days. They must finish a new chapter before sunset today. This is related to the income of 500 gold coins."

"Idiot, who told you to abuse your master? It would be strange if someone would buy this kind of thing. I have rewrite it for me. As the protagonist, if I don't have a dozen girls, why would I be sorry for those readers who spend money? The title of the book is not attractive enough. There is no love for Water Margin, so I changed it to "The Story of One Hundred and Five Men and Three Women."

"What? "Deep Love in the Rain" has been written. It's very good. I'll give you a new outline. The title this time is called "Meteorite Garden". Don't ask me, how can I know why there are such a strange place name? Anyway, remember to write the four male protagonists a little handsome. It's best to make those female readers drool and become crazy."

They were stunned, and the booksellers who came in to visit were stunned. They swear that they had never seen such a creative method. Such collective horror creations do not seem to be writing books, but rather like producing wine.

What's even more speechless is that these guys who are creating assembly line work are all stupid pig-headed monsters. They are like being possessed by great writers and don't even need to make any drafts. Even things written casually can be used to make a fortune.

So, looking at the large stack of manuscripts that had been bound into a book, a large group of booksellers trembled with excitement, and immediately surrounded Lin Taiping: "Gods are above, dear Mr. Lin, please be sure to hand over the copyright of these books to us, such as the "Meteorite Garden". I can swear to you that this book will definitely be sold..."

"Of course, you can go find Zhu Instein." Lin Taiping pointed his hand irresponsibly, "By the way, this guy is now the vice president of our publishing house. No matter what type of book you want, you can find it."

Before he could speak, the eager book dealers turned around and ran over and surrounded Zhuinstein directly. Mr. Des, who led the lead, took out a large stack of gold tickets and slapped directly into Zhuinstein's arms: "Dear Mr. Piinstein, are we here to talk about cooperation? I really want a few works similar to "The Lord of the Rings", you can read..."

"No problem, there is nothing wrong with me, the smartest head in the world." Zhu Instein waved his hooves without caring and took out a large list of dense outlines of book titles from his arms, "Oh huh huh huh, you just said you wanted what you wanted, by the way, it's a best-selling novel. So look here and choose whatever you like."

Very very powerful. Mr. Des trembled and took the outline list of titles. He fainted with happiness just after just a look. There were more than a dozen pages of the list, with the names of hundreds of works written - "Twenty Thousand Miles Under the Sea", "Robinson Crusoe", "Chronicle of Dragon Gun", "Harry Potter", "Shelf's Detective Collection", "Rhode Island War"...

He was crying. At this moment, Mr. Des woke up in tears, but he quickly fainted again, because just a few seconds later, Zhu Instein took out another list and handed it to several booksellers next to him: "What? You want the kind of "Golden Scale Is a Pool"... Oh huh huh huh huh, humans are really shameless, but I have many here."

Well, it was those booksellers' turn to faint together this time, and then a large group of people immediately rushed over and snatched all of Zhu Instein's list. After watching it with a blushing face for a long time, they finally turned around with trembling and turning: "Mr. Zhu Instein, we only have one question. How long will it take for you and your people to complete a set of works?"

"Well, if it's 300,000 words, it's about two days." Zhu Instein thought about it seriously and pushed the golden high hat a little ashamed, "What, is it too slow?"

Still ashamed? A large group of booksellers were about to squirt blood together. At this moment, they never thought that a pig would be so cute and handsome. Mr. Des even wanted to rush forward and kiss the pig head with his head.

Then, just a few seconds later, Pig Instein was flooded by the crazy crowd, all kinds of gold tickets were flying all over the sky, and various contracts were flying everywhere. Pig Instein didn't even have to do anything, just press his hooves on those contracts, and then hold a lot of gold tickets and get stunned.

It's unreasonable. Mr. Cohen finally squeezed in, but was kicked out by the crowd. He could only hold Lin Taiping pitifully and said with tears in his eyes: "Lin, dear Lin, don't you plan to leave some for me, even if it's just a few books."

"Well..." Lin Taiping lit a cigar and gave a very ruthless answer, "To be honest, I really don't plan to let you publish on behalf of the publication."

It was like being trampled on the ground by a dragon. Mr. Cohen was immediately pale and stretched out his fingers with trembling. He suddenly turned around and hugged his three daughters, beat his chest and stamped his feet and burst into tears: "Wuwuwu. Lin. I didn't expect you to be such a person. After cheating my daughter, you immediately turned your back and forth, and forth, and forth."

"When did I cheat them away?" Lin Taiping rolled his eyes speechlessly, and grabbed Mr. Cohen, who was about to hit the table, "Calm down, calm down. At least listen to me finish the words first. What I mean is-I plan to hand over the publishing club to you for management!"

What? In an instant, the whole audience was silent. A large group of booksellers who were besieging Zhu Instein, suddenly turned their heads neatly, staring at Mr. Cohen with the red eyes of envy, jealousy and hatred.

Unbelievable, Mr. Cohen simply suspected that something was wrong with his ear. It was not until a long time later that he turned his head blankly and looked at his little daughter beside him: "Jenny, can you pinch me? Why do I think I am dreaming?"

"You are not dreaming, this is true." Lin Taiping poured a cup of coffee and handed it over, saying with a smile on his face, "In fact, not only the publishing house, but also my evening newspaper, and the magazine "Men's Clothing". I plan to hand it over to you. Of course, the profit you get will not be very high, probably only half a percent."

Half-complete? The booksellers next to them all have red eyes and thick necks, and the gods are above them. These industries are simply bottomless gold coin bags. Not to mention half-complete, even if they only have one-thousandth profits, it is enough for the fat man to get rich overnight.

In fact, when Mr. Cohen thought about how he could sleep in the pile of gold coins every night, he was almost having a high blood pressure attack, but he still didn't understand why Lin had to hand over both the evening newspaper and the publishing house to others for care?

"Because, I'm probably going to go far." Lin Taiping touched something in his arms and said with a smile, "To be more precise, I'm likely to leave the Cape Sea for a while and go to another sea to see. After I leave, I need a business-minded person to help me with it, so the question now is, Cohen, are you interested in helping me..."

Yes! The booksellers behind them immediately raised their heads and chests, wishing they could tiptoe on their toes. Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

That's right, Mr. Cohen also has the same problem. Whether it is about assets or business minds, he is not the kind of person. The only thing he is outstanding is that he has three very beautiful and cute daughters...

"Can you change the topic?" Lin Taiping was speechless. He simply reached out to put his hand on Mr. Cohen's shoulder and explained seriously, "Yes, there are indeed many people who are better than you, but the reason for my choice of you is very simple, because - you are the first human friend I met after I came to Kantensi... Well, that guy Christine is definitely not a human!"

At this moment, Mr. Cohen suddenly fell silent, his fat face trembled slightly, and his little eyes became wet. He suddenly felt that some of his previous practices seemed a little shameless. It turned out that in Lin's heart, he was not a profiteer who could be abandoned at any time, but a real friend... Well, my friend, how long has it been since I heard this word?

"Of course, we have always been friends." Lin Taiping took out a cigar and handed it over with a smile, "An, don't be so damn bad. You just need to tell me if you are interested in helping me."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Cohen did not nod desperately. In the strange silence, he lowered his head silently. It was not until a long time later that he suddenly raised his head like a determination, and his face was flushed with shame.

"Lin, I want to apologize to you, there is something I've been lying to you."

"Uh, what, did you embezzle our money before?"

"Of course not, but I have always said that I want to marry my daughter to you?"

"so?"

"Actually, besides Jenny and the others, I also have a very beautiful illegitimate daughter..."
Chapter completed!