Hong Miaoyun put down the booklet in his hand with some reluctance, turned to Cuiwen and said, "Which bookstore is it from?"

"I heard that it's called Miaofengtang, but I had a word with the lady."

Cuiwen said happily.

"Miaofengtang? Why is this name so strange?"

On weekdays, Hong Miaoyun also likes to read some idle books, but he has never seen Miao Fengtang's printed copies.

"This shop was opened in Hangzhou recently, because this book "Journey to the West" became popular after a brief introduction."

"So that's it, that's not surprising."

Hong Miaoyun bit her lip and said softly: "You have been going outside Miaofeng Hall more than a few days ago. If there is an update, you will buy back the new chapter."

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The popularity of the Journey to the West is far beyond Xu Wei's imagination.

At first, it was first sought after by scholars, and then the rich young man and the lady in the city were also fascinated by her.

In just a few days, almost everyone in Hangzhou City knew about this strange book.

Although the new chapter has been delivered, it still cannot satisfy the demands of the people of Hangzhou. Xu Wei had to promise that as soon as he received the manuscript of the author of the book, the author of Huayang Cave Tian, ​​he would immediately print it, so as to try to let everyone see it as soon as possible.

Although I don’t make much money for each book, my huge reader base makes Miaofengtang make a fortune in just a few days.

Xu Wei couldn't help but sigh that Mr. Xu's eyes were so vicious that he could pick this book from thousands of leisure books about Journey to the West.

There is such a strange book that you can make money even if you lie down.

However, imitation books soon appeared in other bookstores.

This itself is not difficult. It’s nothing more than buying a copy of Miaofengtang and reprinting it in a little bit.

Although this has had a certain impact on Miaofengtang's sales, it is not harmful to the bones.

After all, Miaofengtang has first-hand manuscripts, and they can be printed and sold immediately as soon as the author updates.

The people of Hangzhou naturally knew this, so they all guarded Miaofengtang and other updates. As soon as the new chapters came out, they would be snatched away.

Other bookstores can only wait until Miaofengtang has made enough money before they can share some of the remaining pieces.

Xu Wei also understood that being a human being should not be too outstanding.

The sudden appearance of Miaofengtang divided up the existing market in Hangzhou. If there is no way out for other bookstores and let these bookstores unite to resist Miaofengtang, it would be awful.

Just turn a blind eye.

Unfortunately, he underestimated the darkness of human nature. One night, a fire suddenly lit up in Miaofeng Hall, and the fire was too big to extinguish it.

The bookstore was destroyed overnight, and a batch of printed copies that were intensified were burned to ashes.

Fortunately, no casualties were found.

Xu Wei naturally felt very guilty when such a big thing happened.

His first idea was to report to the official, but after thinking about it, he felt that he should tell Mr. Xu the news first.

After all, the bookstore is the Xu family's property, and Xu Yan has the right to know the truth as soon as possible.

After thinking about it, Xu Wei immediately rushed to Gushan Academy.

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Get up early every day to practice articles and listen to Mr. Qian’s explanation. Then take a nap and continue writing articles, repeating this.

This is a true portrayal of Xu Yan's daily life in Gushan Academy.

Boring is indeed a bit boring, but it is very fulfilling.

On this day, Xu Yan was practicing a four-book title as usual, but he heard someone calling his name outside the house.

He stood up and pushed the door out, and saw Xu Wei looking at him anxiously.

"Brother Wen, why are you here?"

Xu Yan said in a little puzzled manner.

"Oh, it's a long story. Xu is entrusted by the young master!"

Xu Wei shook his head with great remorse.

Xu Yan hurriedly let him in, and after Xu Wei sat down, he said in harmony: "Brother Wen, don't be anxious, just say it slowly."

Xu Wei then told Xu Yan about the incident, looking extremely depressed.

Xu Yan sneered and said, "This is a warning to my Xu family. First, the shop is burning, what is next? Is it a murder?"

Threat me? Do you think I was scared?

Xu Yan doesn't like this one.

Xu Wei hesitated for a moment and said, "Young Master, the problem now is that I don't know who induces fire. Even if I report to the official, it is difficult to investigate."

Xu Yan said in a deep voice: "The ones who set fire must be the ones who are the most suspicious are the ones with the best business on weekdays. This is not difficult to check. Brother Wen might as well touch the foundation of these companies in private so that they can be clear."

Xu Wei nodded: "Okay, I'll send someone to do it now."

"I will report to the official after thorough investigation. Don't go to the county government office, just go to the Hangzhou government office."

Xu Yan is well aware of the phenomenon of shirking responsibility among local officials in the provincial capital. Neither Renhe County nor Qiantang County should want to care about this matter.

Only by causing the matter to the Hangzhou government will it attract the attention of the government.

He was never a person who took the initiative to cause trouble, but he was not afraid of trouble.

There is no possibility of good things in this field until now.

The arson must be made to pay the price, otherwise everyone will think that you are good and can be deceived, and Miaofengtang will not be able to gain a foothold in Hangzhou in the future.

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On the right side of the West Lake Tower, there is a garden with excellent scenery, called Xiao Penglai. There are countless ancient pines and strange stones, and the environment is extremely quiet.

This garden was originally a separate career for the eunuch of Emperor Xiaozong of Song. Emperor Lizong of Song had visited here many times to escape the heat and planted a pine tree of Immortal.

Over the past few hundred years, Xiao Penglai has changed hands several times, and the owner has changed countless times.

When we arrived in the Jiajing Dynasty, the garden was bought by Zhou Youde, a famous bookstore in Hangzhou.

Zhou Youde made a fortune by selling private salt. After becoming rich, he took advantage of his wealth and turned to other industries.

For more than ten years, he opened a restaurant, tea shop, and pawn shop, and finally opened a bookstore.

After a period of careful management, Zhou Family Bookstore's business has become better and better, and gradually became the number one bookmaker in Hangzhou City.

"I want to climb a high place to see thousands of miles away, and my sad clouds are low to lock the Hengyang Road.

The fish books are not enough to reach the geese, and I write several poems of sad autumn.

Looking back at the west mountain, the moon slanted again, it is really difficult to be alone in the world.

My husband doesn’t cry easily because he hasn’t arrived at the sad place.”

While listening to the opera troupe singing the new drama "The Sword of the Night" written by Li Kaixian in the 26th year of Jiajing, Zhou Youde hummed in Kunshan accent, but his mood was very good.

"Master, everything is done."

Not far away was a man kneeling like a servant, with a respectful expression.

"No trace left."

"Don't worry, sir, no one will see the clue."

Zhou Youde sneered: "Okay, very good, very good."

I dare not say anything else, in the territory of Hangzhou City, as long as Zhou Youde stomps his feet, the entire Hangzhou Bookstore Industry will tremble.

But some people are ignorant of the current affairs and dare to make trouble on the Tai Sui head, provoking the position of the Zhou family as the overlord.

If Zhou Youde didn’t give him some color, who else would listen to the Zhou family’s orders in the future?

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Chapter completed!