“Heh… Even if I sell it at a lower price, it’s impossible to sell “Tales of Mountains and Seas” for 300 coins.”

"Don't believe it? Let me tell you this, the water here is very complicated. Those who understand will understand, but for those who don't, no matter how much I explain to you, it will be useless. I won't say anymore. I'm going to find out where this Shangmo Bookstore is."

"Wait! Do you know where it is?"

"Isn't there a map on the title page?"

This excitement lasted for several days.

Every day, 1,500 fresh copies of "Shan Hai Gui Tan" appear in major bookstores, and they are often sold out as soon as they are put on the shelves. Most people who are eager to read "Shan Hai Gui Tan" get what they want, and some people who are not so eager to read it also choose to buy it because of the low price. For a time, Shangmo Bookstore became famous.

Of course, there are also people who buy in large quantities and then hoard the goods and sell them at a higher price, but these people are despised like rats crossing the street.

The accounting office of a bookstore.

A young man in a fiery red robe sat opposite the bookstore owner, and both of them had serious looks in their eyes.

Ji Su was already somewhat confused: "It's been five days! Why hasn't Shang Mo Bookstore closed down yet? How much money did Ying Wuji cheat from Miss Hua Chao, and why is he still pouring money into it?"

The shopkeeper also had a headache: "Who knows?"

Five days!

Many bookstores have already snapped up nine thousand copies of "Shan Hai Gui Tan" from Shangmo Bookstore, at a loss of fifty cents per copy, for a total loss of four hundred and fifty taels.

For their financial resources, losing some money is not worth mentioning, but the problem is that now everyone who comes into the store goes to buy "Shan Hai Gui Tan", and they have hardly sold any of their own books, so they are losing money every day.

And... there were quite a few chain reactions.

The bookstore clerk hurried over and said, "Boss! There are dozens of copyists outside who want to see you."

The shopkeeper frowned: "Looking for me again? What do you want to see me for?"

The clerk replied, "I'm short of money, so I want to earn some money by copying books!"

The shopkeeper was a little annoyed: "Don't you see that we are not short of books to sell now? Let them go and come back in a few days when there are fewer books."

"So...how many days will it be?"

"How should I know?"

…

Shangmo Bookstore.

Ying Wuji lay on the recliner, staring at the ceiling with a dull look.

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