"Old Han, why don't you take a look at this book?"
The manager of Dingfeng Study initially didn't care, but after seeing the expression on the face of the owner of Qingping Study, he became serious.
A quick glance.
He cursed it out.
"Damn it, Old Feng, where did Uncle Fu dig up such a freak?"
in short.
Shopkeeper Feng smiled helplessly and said, "At first I thought it was a erotic novel and didn't pay attention. But now, after hearing what the waiter said, I realize that this is actually a proper novel with erotic elements."
"There is no nudity involved; it's all based on imagination and the mind."
Shopkeeper Han asked uncertainly, "Would those young ladies and gentlemen really buy it?"
Shopkeeper Feng laughed and said, "See? The more public the scolding, the bigger the reaction. The more likely they are to send their maids and servants to buy it. After all, nobody wants to be seen as a libertine. Young girls are always curious about love between men and women. The funniest thing about this storybook is that when the girls buy it and take it home, they realize something is wrong. There's no erotic content at all. That's when they find out they've been tricked!"
"Yes, I've already unconsciously become immersed in it, completely absorbed in the perfect storyline. The pairing of the ghost girl and the scholar is truly refreshing."
"So even if he doesn't lie to me, I won't take it to heart. After all, he wrote such a cleverly conceived and novel story, so of course I'll forgive him!"
Manager Han belatedly realized and exclaimed, "Rainforest Bookstore must have made a killing this time."
there.
Rainforest Study.
Uncle Fu was full of confidence.
“Mr. Sui, Mr. Shui, you should take a look. By evening, I’m sure many maids and servants will come to buy books.”
The three of them waited like that.
On the contrary, their books sold quite a lot.
Not many copies of "A Chinese Ghost Story" were sold.
Sui Fengsan chuckled, "Hehe, it seems quite a few people enjoy reading my books."
Shuiyuejian: "Me too."
By the time of Shenshi (3-5 PM), there were many maids and pageboys dressed up to buy books.
"Hey bro, give me that ghost girl one."
"Yes, yes, that's the one."
Not long after.
The bookstore became very strange.
They bought books and paid for them without saying much. The crowd was bustling, but there was no noise. Shui and Sui were amazed by what they saw.
To their surprise, everything Uncle Fu said came true.
Most of them were young men who looked like maids or pageboys.
At three-quarters past the hour of You (5:45 PM), the shop closed and inventory began.
"Shopkeeper, thirty-three copies of 'The Little Coroner,' forty-two copies of 'The Reader,' and thirty-seven copies of 'The Third Miss's Zither'..."
Uncle Fu: "What about Mr. Liaozhai's works?"
Waiter: "We're still checking the accounts."
Sui Fengsan chuckled lightly: "Not bad, Brother Shui, your coroner's report is selling quite well."
Shuiyue chuckled and cupped her hands in greeting: "Likewise, your student is not bad either, quite formidable."
Both of them were somewhat smug, which meant they were recognized, admired by many, and had the opportunity to attend various literary gatherings and exchanges among traditional Chinese writers.
Since it's initiated by the business, an attendance fee is inevitable.
He has both fame and talent.
Sui Fengsan said calmly, "It's a pity that Mr. Qingyun is too lazy. His stories are of good quality, but he updates them infrequently. Otherwise, his sales would be even higher."
Shuiyue nodded.
This person has talent and writing ability, and quite strong one at that, otherwise he wouldn't be the number one writer at Rainforest Bookstore.
"Forget about him, buddy. How many copies of 'Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio' do you have? Do you have fifty?"
There were indeed many people coming to buy books, but what I was more curious about was the quantity of books.
There were huge crowds of people; I couldn't tell if they were just there for the fun or if they were actually buying something.
The waiter suddenly asked in confusion, "No, no, how much should it be?"
Uncle Fu pressed further, "How much?"
Waiter: "Ninety-five books."
What?
Sui and Shui were both taken aback.
This is only the first day.
Could it be that writing something with color really sells so well?
Uncle Fu's breathing became heavier.
Wow, Brother Chen, you're amazing! The momentum is so strong on the first day of release.
Both Sui and Shui were somewhat bewildered when a bold idea suddenly popped into their minds.
Uncle Fu quickly warned, "Gentlemen, this style isn't something just anyone can handle. Otherwise, the town's teachers might easily label it as an erotic novel, poisoning the minds of young people, and it would be banned."
The two men said in unison, "Impossible, shopkeeper! How can you think of me like that? I'm a respectable person."
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