Mrs. Shen: “…”
Yan Bao, you are still young, how can you watch this kind of love story? It doesn’t suit your age!
After Yue Lingwan's storybook came out, Yan Bao paid for it to be sold in major bookstores. Initially, they were reluctant because the author of the storybook was unknown and no one would be interested in it.
Yan Bao can't speak, but Zi Yun can. She has been with Yan Bao for so many years that she has developed a very good tongue. "Don't worry, shopkeeper. Our booklet is here. You don't need to spend money to buy it. You can get money by selling it. There is no cost at all. What can't you do?"
"Even if we lose money, it's our boss's loss."
Ziyun also whispered: "Don't worry, we Dong family members are stupid and rich, so we don't care about this. We just want to see if everyone likes what she wrote."
The shopkeeper had long seen that they were stupid people with a lot of money. Since they didn't care about losing money, they had nothing to lose. The worst that could happen was that they could hide in a corner and collect dust. Anyway, he didn't need them to purchase goods.
There are also some very high-end bookstores that say they don’t sell books written by unknown and unpopular authors.
Even if you pay to enter the store, they won’t give you anything.
He also scolded Yan Bao and others who came to sell door-to-door products, saying that they were overestimating their abilities.
Yan Bao remembered this Shubaofang and knew that once her cousin became famous, she would never be able to get her book published by them.
Rejected, Yue Lingwan was devastated: "Yan Bao, forget it. My writing is really not good, and I'm sure no one will like it."
Yan Bao comforted her, took Yue Lingwan to eat delicious food, and cooked a bowl of cassava soup to coax her into peace.
Sure enough, when you are in a bad mood, delicious food can definitely heal you.
Sweets are even more so.
Yan Bao has been watching the sales of the bookstore these days, but he found that not a single book has been sold. He also discovered that the storybooks were placed in the corner and no one was interested in them.
Yan Bao did not tell Yue Lingwan about this, fearing that she would be greatly shocked.
Yan Bao knew that this required advertising.
Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival. If I accidentally show my face as a storybook reader at a banquet, someone will definitely follow the scent and look for the book I am reading.
Thinking of this, Yan Bao felt more and more that it was worth a try for him to sell goods.
Shen Shoufu: “….”
You'd better let me try.
Mrs. Shen: “…”
Why don’t I, as her mother, do it? She’s bored and alone, so what’s wrong with reading some storybooks?
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