The guy still looked like he wanted to say more.

"The main reason is that the story is well-written," the storyteller said before heading to the private room the waiter had suggested.

I knocked on the door and heard a soft, sweet voice from inside say, "Come in."

Chen Changqing thought he had gone to the wrong place. Wasn't the author supposed to be in this private room? Why was there only a little girl and a maid when he pushed open the door?

Seeing the man's expression, Su Muyao knew what he was thinking and pointed to the stool next to her, saying, "Please."

"I wonder who wrote the story of the Monkey King?"

"This story was indeed written by me, but it was not my creation. Would you be willing to discuss a business deal with me?"

Chen Changqing frowned. "Miss should know that I am but a storyteller."

Su Muyao suddenly covered her mouth and chuckled, "If you want to do business, then don't use those roundabout ways of speaking. It's exhausting to listen to."

Whether you own this bookstore or not, you are definitely in charge of making decisions. Please consider it.

Chen Changqing's heart skipped a beat; he hadn't expected this little dumpling to have some skills.

From the moment he entered the study, everyone thought of him as nothing more than a storyteller, and always looked down on him.

He believed he was merely working for the study, and that no one knew the study was his own.

I met an interesting person today.

"May I ask how Miss intends to cooperate?"

“I have many more of these storybooks, and each one is just like the one you are seeing today.”

So my collaboration isn't just about telling stories. Naturally, we'll split the profits from book sales 70/30, I get 70% and you get 30%. You'll use the materials, venue, and staff; I'll only provide the illustrations.

I'm sure you're a discerning person; you understand the profit margin without me having to explain it. So, what do you think?

Chen Changqing looked at the little dumpling in front of him and seriously discussed business with him.

"Okay, but when will you give me the script below?"

"No rush. I believe the article I gave you today will attract quite a few readers, but that's far from enough. I'll give you some more articles as a starting point."

And you should also understand that once this book becomes famous, the only way to make money is through book sales.

"Um…"

This little dumpling says everything; despite her young age, she's incredibly insightful.

"I wonder about this book, Miss..."

How could I not understand what the person in front of me meant? He just wanted the manuscript right now.

"I'll write it down for you now. This book is divided into ten volumes. What you're writing today is just the beginning of one-quarter of the first volume."

Soon, with the waiter serving her pen and ink, Su Muyao quickly wrote the second half of the first volume.

Journey to the West is already too long, so in order to prevent others from copying it, it naturally has to be divided into multiple parts.

Once each book is nearly sold out, you can start selling the next book.

"Miss, why don't you have lunch here? There will be a storytelling session after lunch. How about we tell the middle section of the first book?"

Su Muyao nodded. "Then I'll have to trouble you."

Chen Changqing held the few sheets of paper in his hands as if they were precious treasures, and hurriedly went to find the people he had previously worked with, asking them to copy them down first.

After finishing her lunch, Su Muyao looked down at the crowd gathered below, which showed that the Monkey King was indeed very attractive.

More than an hour later, after Chen Changqing finished speaking, he began to introduce the new books that would be published in the study.

And this new book is, of course, the Monkey King that everyone has heard about today.

Seeing that the commotion had gone on long enough, Su Muyao took Xia Xia and prepared to leave. As soon as they reached the bottom of the stairs, they heard a continuous argument.

"You need to give us a clear answer! When exactly will this Monkey King be available for sale again?"

"That's right, you have to give us a specific timeframe, otherwise when will so many of us be able to buy them?"

"You dare to put these mere 15 copies on sale? So many of us couldn't even get one. You have to give us an explanation today."

"What extraordinary abilities does that monkey possess? When will the rest of the story be revealed?"

The crowd bombarded the shopkeeper with questions, and the shopkeeper wiped the sweat from his brow.

The shopkeeper was also troubled. Not to mention that the book was acquired by the owner, these 15 copies were freshly printed within the last few hours.

In order to finish these books, 20 people were copying them at the same time.

We each wrote half and rushed to finish it. We originally thought that if we set the price higher, it would be a good form of advertising if someone bought it.

Unexpectedly, everyone wanted to buy it, and we couldn't come up with that much money in such a short time!

He wanted to know the rest of the story too, but even his own boss hadn't gotten his hands on it. Where was he supposed to get it from these people?

I was listening intently to my employer's storytelling earlier, and I really wanted to know what happened next. -_-||

The shopkeeper cleared his throat a few times before saying, "Please be patient, everyone. Writing is not easy. We will communicate with the author."

We will also increase production of the books, and will sell a limited number each day. Today's stock is already sold out, so please come early tomorrow if you want some.

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he quickly went to his boss to discuss countermeasures.

Seeing that the shopkeeper had left the crowd after speaking, Su Muyao took Xia Xia to stroll around the streets.

They didn't return to the princess's residence until they had bought a huge amount of things.

However, upon returning home, he found Xibao copying something. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was the first volume of the Monkey King book that he had just given away.

"Xi Bao, what's wrong with you?"

"Little sister, you're back. These were brought to me by some of my friends."

He said I'd get one tael of silver for each book I finished copying, so I copied it with him.

Xia Xia also noticed that what the young master was writing in his hand was the first volume of the Monkey King book that the princess had given out today.

"Miss, is this the one you gave away today?"

"Um…"

"Is it true that most people in the entire academy are plagiarizing, like Xi Bao?"

Xi Bao put down her pen and then spoke: "It's not just most of the students in the academy who are copying; I heard they've also asked many people to help copy the books, but the progress is too slow."

Su Muyao then realized that movable type printing did not seem to exist in this dynasty.

"Do you know how much you can copy in a day?"

Xi Bao thought for a moment and wasn't sure if she could reply: "We've only written up to the Havoc in Heaven plot so far, which is still far from what you told us, little sister. Each of us can probably only write one book a day."

I heard this book was extremely expensive when it came out. My classmate from the academy just brought it to me and asked me to copy it.

Su Muyao never expected that in just half a day, the entire capital would be buzzing with the news about the book "The Monkey King".

This is probably why the cost of education is so high, since all books are handwritten.

Therefore, the selling price would be quite expensive, and ordinary families would obviously not be able to afford to send their children to school.

"Isn't there any other quick way?"

Xi Bao shook her head: "All the books were handwritten; there was no other way."

Su Muyao got the answer she wanted to hear. If she could solve this problem, she would be able to make a fortune.