It took Zhang Xiuyuan almost ten days to write a manuscript of 50,000 words.
That day, Zhao Chuchu brought him to Fengya Bookstore.
Ancient vernacular books were all sold in bookstores.
There are several bookstores in Renhe County. Fengya Bookstore is a newly opened store and its business is not as good as that of the other old stores.
Logically, they should go to the old bookstore, but considering the marriage between Zhang Xiulin and Xiao Jie, Zhao Chuchu has already classified Song Wanxian as a family member.
Of course, your own money should be earned for your own family.
However, before entering, I heard sounds like quarreling coming from inside.
"Boss Song, it's not that I'm heartless, it's just that the price you offer is too low. I also need to make money to support my family. Even if I don't have money, I still have the energy and the ability to talk."
"Boss Song, my request is not high. Just add 10% to the price given by Taohua Bookstore. I promise to write books at Fengya Bookstore from now on."
Song Wanxian seemed to say something again, and the words that person said were much more unpleasant.
"Boss Song, you have to think carefully. If I leave, how many people will be able to write storybooks at Fengya Bookstore? Your bookstore doesn't have many customers to begin with, and it might go bankrupt soon."
"Don't be so confident. I'll give you three days to think carefully about whether you should give up a small profit for the sake of the bookstore, or just let it go bankrupt."
When Zhao Chuchu and Zhang Xiuyuan entered the bookstore, they saw a woman in her twenties arguing with Song Wanxian not far away.
When Song Wanxian saw the two people come in, the anger on her face faded a little.
She said to the woman in front of her, "The price you mentioned is impossible for Fengya Bookstore to offer, and I won't consider it either. If you want to leave, go ahead."
She looked indifferent and ignored the man. She walked past the woman and came to Zhao Chuchu and Zhang Xiuyuan: "Why are you here today? You are a rare guest."
She hurriedly asked the maid to bring up some tea and snacks.
It's not just because of Xiao Jie and Zhang Xiulin's marriage. Even if it weren't for the marriage, Song Wanxian would have a good impression of Zhao Chuchu and his wife.
Zhao Chuchu gave Zhang Xiuyuan an encouraging look.
Zhang Xiuyuan's eyes lit up, and he mustered up his courage and took out a small stack of manuscripts: "Aunt Song, I wrote a storybook. Take a look at it. If it's good, I hope to sell it at Fengya Bookstore."
Song Wanxian was slightly surprised. She only knew that Zhang Xiuyuan was a good chef who could make pastries and was very skillful, but she didn't expect that he could also write storybooks.
"Oh, you're not afraid of getting your tongue tangled when you brag. Do you really think storybooks are everywhere and anyone can write one?"
Before Song Wanxian could speak, the woman next to her who had not left yet spoke first.
There was contempt and arrogance in the eyes when they looked at Zhang Xiuyuan.
"Don't be foolish to think that some people, who can't even read a single word, want to write a storybook. Isn't that a huge joke?"
"Boss Song, you're not really going to collect some random, low-quality books to fill your bookcase, are you? You better not ruin the reputation of Fengya Bookstore."
Although this person didn't mention Zhang Xiuyuan at all, he was mocking him in his words.
How could Zhao Chuchu tolerate others looking down on her husband like this? She clenched her fists and was about to step forward, but was stopped by Zhang Xiuyuan.
Zhang Xiuyuan looked calm and said to the man, "Miss, were you talking about me just now?"
He Ling didn't expect Zhang Xiuyuan to come forward and talk to her. She looked him up and down and admitted bluntly: "Yes, I'm talking about you."
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