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"Yes!" The guy nodded very simply and said, "Young Master, do you want to print some collections of poems?"

Luo Xin was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but ask: "What? Are there many people printing poetry collections?"

The guy smiled and said, "Of course there are many. The prices we charge here are very cheap. Many scholars are printing poetry collections for sale here. Don't worry, our bookstore has branches all over the country and will definitely spread your reputation in the shortest time.￥f.￥f"

Luo Xin heard it and immediately understood. This was when some scholars paid for their own money to print some poems they wrote in order to make themselves famous. At this time, the guy pointed to a row of bookshelf and said:

"Look, there is a collection of poems produced by all scholars."

Luo Xin walked over, picked up one and flipped through it. Zhou Yu also picked up one, and then started to laugh.

"Brother Xin, who do you think this collection of poems was published?"

"Who?" Luo Xin looked curiously.

"Liu Xiuwen, haha..." Zhou Yu said while looking around.

"Liu Xiuwen?" Luo Xin thought for a moment and said, "It was Liu Xiuwen, the talented man in Jinyang who proposed to change the rules when he was fighting for water literature?"

"Yes, it's him. I didn't expect that he is so famous, haha..."

At this time, the guy also came over and said seriously: "Is Mr. Liu's collection of poems or it sells well?"

"Yeah?"

Zhou Yu curled his lips, looking like he looked down on these poems, but he didn't say anything else. It was always bad to make enemies for no reason. And at this moment, a maid walked in and said:

"May I ask, does Mr. Liu have a new collection of poems for sale?"

The guy gave Zhou Yu and Luo Xin a look, which meant, what? I was right, Mr. Liu’s collection of poems was sought after, and then he said to the maid:

"Sorry, Mr. Liu has no new collection of poems recently."

"That's how it is!" The maid left in a depressed mood.

The guy said, "Mr. Liu's poetry collection is very popular among women in the embroidery hall. He often sends maids to buy it. Two young masters, I will introduce it to you. We help the young masters print and sell poetry collections here. We must first collect a deposit of 5 taels of silver, and we are responsible for printing and selling them. The silver earned is 255.50%."

Seeing that Luo Xin and Zhou Yu were not speaking, and their faces were filled with laughter and crying, the mate hurriedly said:

"Of course, the price of this share is not unavailable. If the young master's poetry collection is sold well..."

Luo Xin waved his hand and stopped the guy and said, "I'm not here to sell poetry collections. It's a different purpose than that... Mr. Liu."

The guy looked stunned, and Luo Xin continued, "There are no such things here that you only publish books but not pay for money, and your bookstore pays for printing and selling, and then divides them together?"

"This...is..." The guy looked at Luo Xin suspiciously and said, "But they are all the top scholars in the world, and they have not yet asked the name of the young master's surname!"

"You can call me Huangshiweng." Luo Xin said lightly: "I wrote a novel and wanted to ask your bookstore to pay for printing and selling. Are your shopkeepers here?"

"You wait!"

Although the guy looked down on Luo Xin and Zhou Yu in his heart, he thought to himself what could these two young people write? But his good qualities still made him go to the back room.

After a while, a middle-aged man walked out and wore a Confucian shirt. He looked elegant and had a person who had read books. Maybe there was a scholar who was famous and bowed to Luo Xin and Zhou Yu:

"Two young masters are going to find a book in the Bookstore?"

"Yes!" Luo Xin nodded.

The middle-aged man still had a gentle smile on his face and said, "Is it written by the two young masters, or the teachers of the two young masters?"

This middle-aged man really doesn't believe that two such young people dare to let their bookstore pay for books, and there are only two types of people who dare to speak like this.

One is a person with power. When they meet such a person, their bookstore will give a book even if they lose money.

Another type is that people with knowledge. When they encounter such a master, they will naturally be happy to contribute money and work, and they can find you from such a master. That is your honor.

but……

No matter how you look at Luo Xin and Zhou Yu, there are no such people, so there are only those behind them. They are either powerful people or knowledgeable people.

Luo Xin shook his head and said, "It's not written by our teachers or by the young student."

While speaking, he took out the book "The Legend of Shushan" from his arms. The middle-aged man first heard Luo Xin say that the book was written by himself, and then saw the simple and vulgar book, and his brows frowned slightly and said:

"Although this young master, although the Bookstore also does such a business, it only accepts works by those masters, haha..."

Luo Xin understood. The implication was that Luo Xin wanted the bookstore to pay for books, but he was not qualified. Zhou Yu, who was standing beside him, turned awkward and red. Luo Xin was not annoyed, there was nothing wrong with the businessman doing this. But looking at the other party, he just asked the other party to read his book first, and he thought for a moment and said:

"Shopkeeper, what do you think of this? I'll send this book to you for consignment."

"Finish!" The shopkeeper nodded immediately and said, "We also have a consignment business here, but it costs five cents a day to consign and collect a deposit of fifty cents first."

"Okay!" Luo Xin put the book in his hand on the counter, then took out another fifty cents and said to the shopkeeper: "Please put this book in a conspicuous place. I will take it away five days later. If no one buys it, I will take it away, and I will not have it for fifty cents."

When the shopkeeper heard that Luo Xin had paid ten days of rent, he nodded repeatedly and said:

"Okay, young master, don't worry, I will put him in the most conspicuous place. By the way, how much is the price for this book for young master?"

Luo Xin stretched out a palm, and the shopkeeper said, "Fifty-money?"

Luo Xin shook his head.

"Five hundred texts?"

"Fifty taels of silver!"

Luo Xin said, the shopkeeper's face was stiff, fifty taels would be fifty slabs of copper coins, and fifty slabs of copper coins. This... is too exaggerated, right?

Seeing the shopkeeper's mouth wide, Luo Xin said seriously: "Shopkeeper, even if you sell this, you won't blame you if you can't sell it."

"Too!"

The shopkeeper thought to himself that he placed "The Legend of Shushan" in the most conspicuous place on the novel's bookshelf, and then picked up a pen and wrote the three words "fifty taels" on the price tag.

"Goodbye!"

Luo Xin nodded with satisfaction, then left Zhuangyuan Bookstore with Zhou Yu and walked on the street. Zhou Yu looked at Luo Xin from time to time. Luo Xin was a little scared by him and said:

"Brother Xin, are you not sick?"

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