After hearing this sentence, Fan Ruoru remembered that all the conversations with his brother fell into his younger brother's ears. I wonder if the little guy would cause any trouble to his brother if he told Liu. The cold look on Fan Ruoru's face turned into a faint worry, and he glanced at Fan Xian.

Fan Sizhe's eyes have changed from shock to a little admiration.

"What's wrong?" Fan Xian looked at him with a strange smile.

Fan Sizhe finally couldn't stand this seemingly tender but in fact infinite cold eyes, and said tremblingly: "I'm just surprised that you wrote this book."

Fan Xian was a little confused: "Have you read this book?"

In his impression, if people in their previous lives would read Dream of the Red Chamber at the age of twelve and like to read Dream of the Red Chamber, then when they grow up, they will usually become literary youths or hooligans who deceive female literary youths.

"No." Fan Sizhe quickly shook his head: "I've seen some, it's very boring." After saying this, he seemed to feel that he had gained a little bit of face and raised his head higher.

"It's just that the sir has read it and said..." He thought about it and told the truth. "The sir is very impressed, saying that the author's poems are strange and has a tumbling block in his chest and abdomen."

These were two very high comments. Fan Xian did not blush and said with a smile: "So you admire me very much?"

"I admire Mr. Fan Siche thought for a while: "And Mr. I like reading the books you wrote very much."

Suddenly, a greedy look ejaculated in his eyes, and he enviously said: "Although I don't read it, I know that the manuscript on the market is sold in volumes, and each volume can be sold for eight taels of silver."

He nodded, and looked at Fan Xian with a look at his idol: "You can make so much money by writing a few words, it's so amazing... I seem to understand a little, why my sister admires you so much."

"I didn't make this money." Fan Xian corrected casually, but felt strange in his heart. The other party's perception of himself improved, not because of his poetry and books, but because of what he wrote, he realized that his father Si Nanbo was the financial private housekeeper of His Majesty the Emperor of Qing Kingdom, which was caused by his inheritance. No wonder this little guy seemed to have a natural fanatical love for money.

Fan Sizhe rubbed his hands and said enthusiastically: "But only you can write. If you are willing to make this money in the future, I can invest in it."

Fan Xian sighed and found that the younger brother in front of him was actually quite naive, but it was a pity that he had a conflict of interest with him. Although he actually didn't necessarily have any ideas about the Fan family's family business, Liu's ideas were already deeply rooted.

Suddenly, his heart moved and decided to try something. After all, he was a brother connected by blood. It would be better to avoid some miserable endings.

"You haven't told me why you follow me. Don't you have to go to school today?" Fan Xian had decided, so he was interested in chatting with this half-brother.

Although Fan Sizhe is young, he is not a fool. He knows the little meaning he just revealed makes the other party happy, so he smiles and answers with a trembling voice: "Because... my mother said... my brother is capable, so I'll let me play with my brother more, and it's always good to be influenced by some influence."

Fan Xian sighed in his heart, thinking that the trick of pretending to be cute is probably no one in the world who can use it better than himself, and he actually started playing in front of him. It is really a fan slut, the Analects of Confucius.

He knew in his heart that Fan Sizhe must be Liu's idea of ​​following him. But the other party should not be necessary to show kindness to him. Even if he realized that his father did not treat him as a useless person, there was no such reckless reason.

The food came, Fan Xian moved his chopsticks like the wind and swept them across the plate. The chopsticks picked up some of each plate and put them into his mouth, not caring about the dumbfounded expression of his sister and brother beside him.

After licking his lips and savoring it for a while, Fan Xian nodded: "The diet in Kyoto is really good."

Fan Ruoru was very delicate. He ate some casually and stopped eating. He looked at the Dream of Red Mansions carefully with his body. On the table, only Fan Xian and Fan Sizhe were feasting. Fan Sizhe became more and more depressed as he ate. He thought to himself, I am much fatter than you, but why did you eat less than you?

The more Fan Ruoru looked, the more frowned, and found that the Dream of Red Mansions published by the bookseller was not much different from the one in his room. It was just that the passage of Duo Girl was deliberately copied out at the front of the title page, which was probably what people who had read this book in Kyoto thought that Dream of Red Mansions was a book of despicable despicable destiny.

When Fan Xian saw her expression, he knew what she was angry about. He smiled slightly and placed the chopsticks on the edge of the fish plate, saying, "This is just a marketing method. What's so angry about?" At this time, the brother and sister's voice gradually became louder.

Fan Ruoruo vaguely guessed what marketing methods mean, while Fan Sizhe was confused about his listening.

"For example, before buying a book, people will definitely look through what they are talking about, so the preface, preface, postscript, wedge and other things must be clear and clear. It may not be necessary to explain the content of the whole book clearly, but it must arouse the interest of others."

Fan Xian took a sip of tea and continued, "Sister, you are angry because this unscrupulous bookseller put the story of Miss Duo at the forefront. This passage obviously does not explain the overall style of this story, but it will easily lead to a misunderstanding among ordinary people, thinking that this story is a romantic story, right?"

Fan Ruoruo opened his eyes and nodded, thinking that such a scent of teeth was sold as a dirty thing. Shouldn't he be angry?

"But booksellers must do this." Fan Xian looked at his sister's serious expression and couldn't help laughing. "If I were asked to do it, I would have to go too far than they did. This volume is ten chapters, so you should write ten chapters printed on the title page, and write a few lines of the most attractive words under each chapter. Only in this way can the audience be itchy and unable to scratch their hearts, so they had to buy the book home and read it carefully."

"What, for example?"

"For example, like Duo Girl."

"How do you write this time?" Fan Ruoru already understood what his brother meant, and pointed to a place on the book with a smile. It was the 23rd chapter: The wonderful lyrics and operas of the West Chamber, and the beautiful songs on the Peony Pavilion warned the hearts of the heart. This time, it was about the events before the burial of the flowers, and it was impossible to find the words that made people blush and feel hot.

Fan Xian laughed and said, "Since there are two words "Yanqu Songs", of course it's easy to write. If it's me, use the inside part... Most of the people in the garden are girls. They are in the chaotic world and are innocent and innocent. They sit and lie down without avoiding each other, laughing without any intentions. Where can they know Baoyu's thoughts at this moment. Baoyu is not at ease in his heart, so he is lazy in the garden, just wandering around outside, but he is also confused... he is just seeing the fallen red forming a formation."

"Then you will describe all the words "Sitting and lying down without avoiding your heart, laughing without any intention, fooling around, being fooled, and falling red."

Fan Ruoru lowered his head and thought, and found that it was indeed the case. It was originally some casual words, but this combination, coupled with the words "Fantasy" in the chapter, inevitably gave people some space to think about.

Her face turned slightly red and she whispered: "It turns out that my brother often does such unreasonable things."

Fan Sizhe was stunned by the side, and gave a thumbs up and said, "Brother, you are so talented."

Fan Xian squirted out all the tea in his mouth with a puff.

At this moment, an extremely arrogant voice came from the outer compartment: "Where is the delusional person who is full of lust and evil, and dares to be called talented?"
Chapter completed!