Did someone in the family die from an illness or suffer a serious illness?

"I'm here, shopkeeper."

A calm voice came from outside.

But then an old scholar came over.

Qingyunlou smiled.

"Shopkeeper, do you perhaps have some kind of problem with me?"

Uncle Fu shook his head and chuckled, "Mr. Qingyun, is there some misunderstanding? You've been cooperating with the study for so long, and there has never been a misunderstanding before."

Qingyunlou became serious.

"Shopkeeper, have you recently acquired a copy of 'A Chinese Ghost Story' for your needlework collection? I heard that you paid the author of 'Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio' 150 coins per thousand words. Meanwhile, we've worked in the study for so long and only get 100 coins per thousand words. What's the reason for this?"

Several supporters appeared behind him.

However, they were other writers in the study.

Shuiyuejian and Suifengsan, who wrote detective novels.

Uncle Fu chuckled and said, "Gentlemen, don't be in a hurry. You just said that you work in the study. Have you calculated the working hours in the study each day? In other words, I don't know your writing time. As long as you write books in the study, the guaranteed wage is fifty coins a day, and the price of one hundred coins per thousand words is extra income?"

"The author of Liaozhai only submits manuscripts and doesn't come to the study to work. Is my explanation reasonable?"

After these words, Qingyunlou had lost its previous imposing manner.

Uncle Fu glanced around coldly, wondering who had leaked the prices for writers at the study.

His gaze swept over the study's staff.

Qingyunlou said calmly, "Manager, I don't understand. You're willing to pay 150 coins per thousand words for the author of this erotic novel?"

"Love is sacred, how can it be tainted with lewdness? I've seen the internal sample, and it's filled with sexually suggestive imagery. I don't think it's good!"

Shuiyue nodded.

"That's right, it's utterly vulgar. If this kind of book were to flow into the town's bookstores, it would be a poison to the minds of young men and women!"

Uncle Fu already understood why the two men were being so aggressive.

Scholars often look down on each other.

He began to employ the Tai Chi technique of delaying.

Mr. Liaozhai wanted it.

He also needs to keep these three gentlemen in check.

After all, these are all veteran writers who have been famous for a long time.

It has a large number of loyal readers, especially those who are popular with storytellers.

We can't afford to offend them.

Fu Boqing laughed and said, "Alright, gentlemen, don't be in a hurry. Whether the words of Mr. Liaozhai are good or bad, let the people of Daxing Town judge for themselves. Starting today, the price of each gentleman's thousand words will be increased by ten coins."

Qingyunlou's face turned grim.

"Shopkeeper, my mother is sick at home, and I'm thinking of taking a break from updating my blog to take care of her."

Shui Ye also became serious: "Shopkeeper, I just received a letter from home that my wife is about to give birth, so I need to go home."

Sui Feng San was a failed scholar, around forty years old.

He whispered to the two of them, "That's enough. Ten more coins is quite a lot. In town, Rainforest Bookstore has the best treatment. The other two, Qingping Bookstore, although it accepts storybooks, looks down on writers like us who write popular storybooks. They only pay us 90 coins per thousand words. The other one is even worse, paying us 85 coins per thousand words."

"The shopkeeper didn't lie to us. As long as we come to the study to write books on time, we can get fifty coins a day. If we write a book, we can write hundreds of thousands of words. Writing more is much better than sitting at home writing all day long."

"Fifty coins is enough to buy two or three catties of meat. I can't spend it all, I can't spend it all at all."

In other words, this is why Rainforest Study is better than other study rooms.

Qingyunlou's face turned serious, and he reprimanded, "Brother Suixian, are we scholars going to abandon our integrity for the sake of so-called copper coins? You are a scholar, after all. Tell me, if that book, full of love between men and women and carnal desires, were to actually enter the market, wouldn't it ruin the reputation of us scholars?"

After saying this, Sui Feng San was very embarrassed and wiped his face with drool.

Alright, I won't try to persuade you anymore.

Shuiyue smoothed things over.

"Alright, Brother Qing, don't be angry. Life has worn down my edges, and I have no choice but to bow my head."

Shuiyuejian said in a deep voice, "Shopkeeper, updates to 'The Big Boss and the Little Coroner' will be suspended."

Uncle Fu still wanted to persuade him.

After thinking about it, I decided against it.

Doing business requires considering costs; one person guaranteeing a minimum income is quite a lot compared to three bookstores.

Scattered by the wind, it found itself in a dilemma.

The two of them looked at him.

a long time.

Sui Feng San said helplessly, "Brothers, I'm sorry, I have to support my family, I can't stop updating."

"

The two left without saying a word.

As Sui Fengsan watched the two figures leave, sunlight shone on them, and in a daze, he felt himself getting further and further away from them.