Yan Ci stared at the customers coming in and out of Wenqing Bookstore like a lunatic.
Some customers were so frightened by his stare that they dropped the books they had chosen and ran away.
The shopkeeper was extremely angry and disgusted.
They suspected that he was affecting the bookstore's business.
He ordered two clerks to forcibly pull Yan Ci away from the bookstore door and throw him behind the counter to keep him company with Huang Qubing.
"You must be very nervous!" Huang Qubing took a folding fan, opening and closing it, opening and closing it over and over again, making noise.
Yan Ci hummed and nodded, "I haven't slept well these past few days."
Huang Qubing turned his head and looked at him.
Sure enough, there were dark circles under his eyes and his eyes were bloodshot.
He said, "I didn't sleep all night either. Damn it, I've never been so nervous."
If you don't believe Yan Ci, who are you trying to fool?
Huang Qubing snorted. "Look at that look in your eyes, and I know what you're thinking. Do you think that because I've published so many hit books, I can remain calm and steady in any situation?"
Yan Ci nodded slowly, "Isn't it?"
Huang Qubing pretended to be profound, "You don't understand!"
"Oh! I naturally wouldn't understand if you didn't tell me." Yan Ci said slowly, using up his last bit of strength to argue with Huang Qubing.
Huang Qubing took a sip of tea to moisten his throat. "Your novel isn't very good. I really didn't have any other manuscripts to use, so I used yours."
Yan Ci was hit hard.
But it doesn't matter, he has suffered too many blows this year.
He had heard words a hundred times worse than what Huang Qubing said.
He has become as strong as an iron wall and is invulnerable to swords and guns.
Huang Qubing said that his novels were not well written, but it did not hit him at all.
"It's not well written, and you still used my manuscript. No wonder you were so nervous."
Yan Ci complained in a low voice.
Huang Qubing snorted twice, "Time is too tight, there aren't that many manuscripts for me to choose from. Otherwise, such a good thing wouldn't have happened to you."
"We have to put out an episode of 'Da Zhou Life Show' every three days. The first episode's manuscript is so difficult, what are you going to do after three days?"
Yan Ci had no sympathy and exposed Huang Qubing's greatest fears.
Huang Qubing's face was twisted, as if he had been driven mad. "Shut up! You talk too much. You don't look like a novelist, you look more like a storyteller."
Yan Ci said "oh" and shut his mouth decisively.
Talking is so tiring, and he is not willing to talk.
"Here it comes, here it comes, the first one today." Huang Qubing tapped Yan Ci's shoulder with the fan in his hand, reminding him that a customer had chosen "The Great Zhou Life Show".
Yan Ci's whole body was tense, his face expressionless, like a sculpture.
Their eyes followed the "Da Zhou Life Show" in the customer's hand.
They stared at the customer while he paid, then both of them grinned, almost scaring the customer to death.
What a psycho!
The shopkeeper couldn't stand it anymore and told the two men to go back to the backyard and not to affect business.
The two refused to comply.
The shopkeeper made three rules: "Don't show your head, face, or eyes. Be blind and deaf, anything's fine, just don't be crazy."
Huang Qubing's eyebrows and eyes twitched.
It is unimaginable that such a handsome man like him would one day be called a madman.
"The second one, look!" Yan Ci excitedly pulled Huang Qubing's sleeve secretly.
The two men were hiding behind the counter and peeking, like two thieves.
The shopkeeper has no temper.
The third...
The fourth...
The fifth...
After the opening, copies of "Da Zhou Life Show" were sold out faster than the two had imagined.
Yan Ci's eyes were red and he wanted to cry. Tears were welling up in his eyes.
He said excitedly: "This is the first time someone has read a novel I wrote."
"I remember you worked as a gunman in the backyard for a few months and wrote a lot of novels."
Yan Ci shook his head repeatedly. "It's different, completely different. Ghostwriters write according to other people's outlines and narrative requirements. This one is completely my own thinking and the content I want to write."
At this moment, Yan Ci, who is no longer a child, is like a fragile child. He just wants to lean on Huang Qubing's shoulder and cry bitterly.
Huang Qubing immediately dodged away. His shoulders belonged to his dear wife and he would never let a stinky man lean on them.
Yan Ci: "..."
Do you really think I want to rely on you? I was just too excited.
Huang Qubing laughed.
After this interruption, the tension between the two eased a lot.
After a stack of "Da Zhou Life Show" was sold out, the waiter brought out another stack and placed it in the most conspicuous position.
Yan Ci secretly asked the clerk, "How much did you sell?"
The guy laughed at him, "Didn't you count?"
"I can't count them all." I was chatting with Huang Qubing and forgot how many copies I counted.
The guy didn't keep him in suspense and told him that 500 copies had been sold.
"Five hundred copies?" Yan Ci was surprised.
The waiter thought he was complaining about the small amount, so he said, "It's just the beginning, there won't be many people. Wait until it's closer to noon, when there will be more people. Then the sales will be faster."
Yan Ci looked dazed.
When he came to his senses, he kept patting Huang Qubing's shoulders, unable to suppress his excitement, "Did you hear that? Five hundred copies have been sold, haha..."
"We only sold 500 copies this morning. We're in trouble!"
Huang Qubing was not as optimistic as Yan Ci. He looked dejected and sighed repeatedly.
The servant Sanshun stood behind the door curtain and waved to Huang Qubing.
Huang Qubing looked at him with a lack of energy.
Seeing this, Samsoon could only come behind the counter and whispered, "The newspaper boys are back. Would you like to go meet them, young master?"
"You're back? Could it be that you didn't sell a single copy?"
It's over, it's over!
Huang Qubing wailed in his heart, feeling so desperate.
Sanshun's mouth twitched, he really wanted to slap the young master, what should he do?
"Sir, you've misunderstood. The newsboys have sold out everything. They're currently clearing accounts and getting the goods in the back, preparing to go out and sell again."
When Huang Qubing heard this, he instantly became excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
"Are you serious? Are they really sold out?"
"I dare not deceive you, sir."
Huang Qubing pushed the servant Sanshun away and ran towards the backyard.
Yan Ci didn't even stare at the door. He followed Huang Qubing and ran to the backyard.
Samsoon and the shopkeeper exchanged glances.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Oh my god, those two lunatics finally gave up the counter.
Customers were already whispering about why two psychopaths appeared in Wenqing Bookstore.
Five or six newsboys, neither too young nor too young, were chattering excitedly.
After paying the money and settling the bill, he picked up a stack of newspapers and went out.
The newspapers were sold out in one morning.
These children, who were originally a little shy, were now full of confidence as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
At first, I was worried that they wouldn't be able to shout out the slogan and the newspapers wouldn't sell, but now it seems that was completely unnecessary.
Huang Qubing grinned and laughed.
After laughing, I came to my senses and realized that my laughter was so stupid.
He coughed lightly, acted like a boss, and encouraged the children.
A little newspaper boy asked, "Boss, do we have to settle the bill every three days? Can we settle it today?"
"No, that's not right. This is the rule. You have to pay in three days. Tell your family that Wenqing Bookstore has been running for so many years and we're honest. We won't cheat anyone. The second issue will be published in three days, and you can still be a newspaper boy, okay?"
The little newsboy nodded. "I'll definitely come back in three days. Can the boss pay me then?"
Huang Qubing nodded heavily, "I will pay you on time."
“Thank you, boss!”
The little newsboy ran out of the back door happily with a stack of newspapers.
After sending off a few newspaper boys, Huang Qubing's uneasy heart finally settled down.
"Aren't you nervous, sir?" Samsoon teased him.
Huang Qubing laughed heartily, "What a joke! I've been through so much. How could I be so nervous about a mere newspaper?"
Such a shameless statement
Who was the one who was so nervous that he hid behind the counter and peeked?
The servant Sanshun grinned and did not expose Huang Qubing.
Yan Ci hugged Huang Qubing.
Huang Qubing used his hands and feet to finally shake Yan Ci off. He was exhausted. How could he have so much strength?
Yan Ci didn't care at all and said excitedly, "All 10,000 copies of 'The Great Zhou Life Show' can be sold, right? 'The Great Zhou Life Show' is going to be a hit, right? I'm going to be famous too, right?"
Huang Qubing waved his folding fan and laughed, "I don't know whether 'Da Zhou Life Show' will be popular. But I know that you definitely won't be popular."
Yan Ci didn't believe it and stared at the servant Samsoon.
Samsoon touched his head and said, "It's hard to say for sure about this kind of thing. Mr. Yan, why don't you go back to your room and prepare the rest of the manuscript? If nothing unexpected happens, your manuscript will be used in the next issue."
Yan Ci nodded repeatedly, thinking that this made sense.
He reminded Huang Qubing, "Don't forget to settle my writing fee."
"I can't forget it!"
…
Ten thousand copies of "Da Zhou Life Show" were finally sold out in the evening.
Many people are talking about this newly released publication on the streets and alleys.
"Da Zhou Life Show" can be considered a good start, and it is considered a small hit.
At least it was a hot topic and successfully replaced the previous popular gossip "Imperial College News".
Everyone in the Imperial College was very upset.
MMP, every time when it is about to become popular, the rivals always come up with something. It used to be Shanhe Academy, now it is Wenqing Bookstore.
It's so infuriating!
"What the hell is 'Da Zhou Life Show'? It's bullshit and not worth a penny."
"It's full of vulgar content. It's disappointing that Wenqing Bookstore has fallen to such a low level."
"For the sake of money, even integrity is thrown away. A respectable scholar actually flatters Huyang and defends the reputation of brothels. Ridiculous!"
"Degenerate! This is a disgrace to the literati!"
"I will not be a human being until I destroy the Great Zhou Life Show!"
"Everyone, calm down."
"I can't calm down!"
"You all seem to have misunderstood something. According to inside information I've gathered, the manuscripts for 'Da Zhou Life Show' were all written by a group of servants. Only the fourth edition of the legendary novel, signed as Sanshan Jushi, was actually written by a Juren."
As soon as the words fell, everyone's expression froze on their faces.
So embarrassing!
After cursing for a long time, it turned out that the writers were actually a group of maids and servants.
So angry!
A group of maids and servants actually competed with scholars for jobs.
That’s too much!
It is not easy to make a living these days. Why do maids and servants not do their jobs well and come out to steal the jobs of scholars?
This is really too much!
"It's ridiculous and shameless. It's an insult to scholars."
"There's no limit to what you can do. For the sake of money, you don't even care about your dignity."
"Wenqing Bookstore is letting a bunch of servants run a newspaper. Who are they slapping in the face? They're clearly slapping in the face of our Imperial College. They're fighting back against our Imperial College Newspaper."
"We must not let Wenqing Bookstore get away with it. We must not give in. We must fight back, and fight back hard."
"Yes, we must fight back. We must destroy Wenqing Bookstore and the Great Zhou Life Show without a single piece of armor remaining."
After a brief silence, cries of condemnation arose.
Even more intense and angry than before.
Everyone's face was distorted with anger.
The public was outraged and vowed to overthrow Wenqing Bookstore.
"We, the Imperial College, have the responsibility to criticize Wenqing Bookstore's shameless actions and order them to correct their mistakes."
"First, we need to expand the influence of the Imperial College Newspaper. I think we shouldn't limit ourselves to the Imperial College. We need to publish our Imperial College Newspaper throughout the capital, letting everyone know that Wenqing Bookstore has fallen to such a state that it is no longer worthy of being the premier bookstore in the Great Zhou Dynasty."
"That makes sense. Why not ask the Ministry of Rites for some money and grain? If we can get support from the court, we'll definitely get twice the result with half the effort."
"With all the students from around the world gathering in the capital, we must expose the true face of Wenqing Bookstore. We can't let them continue to deceive people."
"Don't forget Shanhe Academy. Wenqing Bookstore has fallen into such a state of decline, I don't think Shanhe Academy is much better."
"We can't let either Wenqing Bookstore or Shanhe Academy go. Last time, the imperial examinations took place, Shanhe Academy was in the spotlight. This time, our Imperial College must catch up and put Shanhe Academy in a tough spot."
Everyone in the Imperial College was as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
They fantasized about defeating Shanhe Academy and being admired by students all over the world.
Hahaha……
What a beautiful dream!
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