Jin Baoer played with a piece of dark red agate and said with a hint of melancholy, "My father didn't inherit my great-grandfather's intelligence, so I'm so stupid."
Han Zeyu really wanted to say that your great-grandfather’s history of making a fortune was actually not very glorious.
In his later years, he built bridges and roads to give back to his hometown, which was probably due to a guilty conscience, and the most important point was that he wanted to return to his roots.
Whether you go in or not, the ancestral tomb is there and you can't escape even if you want to.
"You're not stupid. You were born rich. Being too smart isn't a good thing. Living a simple life can actually make you happier."
Jin Baoer smiled and handed the agate to Yuger, and was willing to listen to him.
"Ouch, my daughter kicked me. Do you want your uncle to touch you?"
Han Zeyu stood up and said, "Lady donor, men and women should not touch each other. I will take my leave now."
"Hey, brother Yu, don't go~"
Jin Baoer was very angry and said, "If you don't want to touch it, then don't touch it. Humph!"
Han Zeyu walked very fast, and he didn't know where this wonderful feeling came from.
It's just touching my belly, why do I feel such instinctive rejection?
Could it be that...
Baoer is not pregnant with a girl?
Thinking back to those seemingly unreliable but actually all-coming-true prophecies...
Han Zeyu lowered his noble head and walked faster.
He went to Mingyang Bookstore to look for Lin Jing, but unexpectedly saw his stupid and disappointing brother.
Han Zecang was stunned and stammered, "Brother, why are you back again?"
Did you listen to what people say?
What do you mean I'm back?
"Hey~ Isn't this Han Xiucai? You are busy~"
Han Zecang smiled awkwardly. He forgot to check the almanac before going out and was caught by his elder brother.
The name "Han Xiucai" deeply hurt Lin Jing's heart as a poor student.
Han Zecang's excellent result of being second to last made countless poor students cry with envy.
Han Zeyu glanced at Lin Jing with disdain. He was now like a famous Sichuan dish, pickled fish.
It's sour, vegetable and redundant.
No matter how hard you try, you can’t beat the top students, and no matter how hard you try, you can’t beat the poor students.
Look at his Han Zecang, who is half lying down and living a free and easy life.
Now that this kid has already stepped half a foot into the business world, let him see what business is all about.
Han Zeyu threw a book to Lin Jing. Lin Jing took it, opened it, took a look, and quickly closed it.
It's a mixed feeling.
The good news is that this manuscript is Mr. Erqi’s new work.
What worries me is why this manuscript is so thin?
Could it be that Mr. Erqi has switched to writing short stories?
No! Long-form storybooks have more room for maneuver and more lasting returns.
"Short stories like these are prone to appearing in manuscripts, or encountering situations like the Feng family."
Han Zeyu knew that Lin Jing would have wild thoughts, after all, that was all he could achieve.
"Don't worry, there are six volumes of this storybook, one volume published every month. We can't stop others from copying it. As long as they don't mind the trouble, then they can continue to copy it!"
Lin Jing was a little confused. Two volumes was already too much, one per month? He had never seen this format before. Could it work?
Why not? Han Zeyu also read serialized magazines when he was a child. As long as the content is attractive enough, he will be motivated to read on.
"A monthly magazine is one that comes out every month. You can publish this novel in the monthly magazine to attract readers to buy it. The monthly magazine can also include some other short stories."
Lin Jing was somewhat tempted. This was tantamount to leveraging Mr. Erqi's fame to make this monthly magazine popular and also provide opportunities for other authors.
"Isn't this inappropriate?"
Han Zeyu waved his hand and said, "It's just a means of attracting traffic in later generations. It's fine, no problem!"
"He's incredibly busy right now, and there's no guarantee he'll be able to publish a book every year. We can't let him starve, right? So we have to find another way."
Lin Jing breathed a sigh of relief. Considering his family status, as long as his benefactor had no objection, Su Bianxiu would be fine.
"Once our monthly magazine becomes popular, we can charge money for advertising in it. Do you know what advertising is?"
Lin Jing shook his head honestly, this touched upon his blind spot in knowledge.
Han Zeyu looked at him with disdain and said, "Then you have a lot of blind spots."
"Let me tell you, for example, Han's Restaurant, Lin's Restaurant, and the singing and dancing at Bai Cui Lou, as well as the performances of the opera troupe, can all be advertised."
After hearing this, Lin Jing understood that advertising is a means to attract customers.
"Oh~ Just like the miniature flyers you made."
Han Zecang was curious, what is a reduced-print leaflet?
What else could it be? Of course it was Han Zeyu's pornographic advertisement.
Han Zeyu slammed the table, shattering the tray on it, obviously angry and embarrassed.
Lin Jing is a guy who is good at making trouble but not good at doing anything, and he doesn't control his words.
What good will it do him if his image as an upright, pure and good brother collapses?
Lin Jing swallowed his saliva. Oh no, he just spoke without restraint and forgot that Han Zecang was listening.
"Please prepare carefully. I will come to you in five days. Alas, it is a pity that Master Qingbai's masterpiece cannot be serialized here."
Lin Jing took a breath. This might be inappropriate, right?
We agreed on a gray industrial chain, so why do you always want to bring it to the surface?
Han Zeyu left with his silly brother regretfully, and did not forget to scold Han Zecang in the carriage.
"I told you to grab both hands and do both well, but what are you doing? Are you completely abandoning literature and going into business?"
Han Zecang lowered his head and listened to the lecture. The policy essay was really too difficult, even more difficult than the eight-legged essay. He couldn't learn it and had no idea how to solve the problem.
Han Zeyu didn't bother to pay attention to him: "You are already eighteen years old, I can't control you, do whatever you want!"
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