Everyone looks pretty good, there is no problem on the road.

But Wen Chunhua's wife Zhou Kaiying was indeed worried at all. Early in the morning, she rode a tricycle and personally sent her man to her.

After arriving at the place, she seemed to be a little tight, otherwise she would have to help set up the book stall.

The book stall was set up by Ling Er, and a long section was laid on the woven bag, putting Hong Kong and Taiwan martial arts, romance and legends in the most conspicuous position in front.

Although these are novels that are considered to be of low style, they cannot resist the people's preferences!

"Oh, everyone needs to appreciate such good poems." Wen Chunhua really wanted to put a few avant-garde collections of poems at the forefront, "It's better not to show the books of love and love."

Even Zhang Ailing and Qiong Yao were classified as remnants of the Mandarin Duck Butterfly Sect by him, and they looked down upon them very much.

"We have to take care of the actual needs of the people. Most people's aesthetics are not as high as yours. We have to proceed step by step," Ling Er was speechless to him. He helped him and had to coax him. What's this called? After everything was arranged, he said, "Okay, have you figured out the price?"

"Most of them are sold for two yuan, but this is still true. For other dictionaries, 90% of the new ones are sold at 20% discount at the price at the end of the book, and the dilapidated ones are sold at 50% discount at 70% discount. Wouldn't it be too high?" Wen Chunhua was still a little hesitant.

Ling Er picked up a book called "Modern Chinese Dictionary" next to him and said with a smile, "This book was priced at 5.4 yuan a few years ago. Do you know what the price of a bookstore is now 9.6 yuan.

This book is basically not damaged. Although it is not the latest revised version, if you sell it for four yuan, someone will definitely buy it."

Even if no one sells it, it doesn’t matter. You always have to keep two books as a storefront.

"Oh, that's right," Wen Chunhua sighed, "in the past two years, everything has been increasing except for the author's manuscript fee."

When the stall was up, he sat on the stool, but he was not at ease and occasionally looked over. Not only did he not greet him, he also lowered his head.

Ling Er had no tricks, so he did the good guy to the end and walked over to help manage it.

"Hey, boss, two dollars, all of them are only two dollars." Seeing a young man holding a book "Snow Mountain Flying Fox" and not letting go, Ling Er hurriedly handed over.

"It's all so broken." The young man turned the pages from beginning to end.

Ling Er smiled and said, "You see, you are a person who loves reading. If you say you have a new book, you will have no place to buy it for two dollars, and you will have at least five dollars."

The young man smiled, stopped talking, and then paid the money.

"Let's go slowly." Ling Er stuffed the money into Wen Chunhua's hand and said, "Do you think it's simple? What's so shy? You are shouldering the important task of prospering the cultural market of the motherland. How can you retreat?"

Wen Chunhua gritted her teeth and was just ready, but was stunned by someone's words again.

"This was published in 1982, and the price was only one yuan and three yuan. It would be too dark for you to sell for two yuan, and it was so old." A girl was holding a copy of "The Godfather" in her hand and bargained with Wen Chunhua.

Wen Chunhua couldn't find a suitable one for a moment, so he could only look at Ling Er.

"Sister," Ling Er sighed in his heart and said with a smile, "You can't calculate this way. If you want to have rare ancient books now, I will definitely not dislike him. I will collect as much as I have. Even if it is a book from the Republic of China, I will charge him at ten times the price on it."

"You are really good at speaking." The girl said with a blank look, "Can't you give me a price?"

Ling Er smiled and said, "Look at your appearance, it is basically nine floors new, and it is very well preserved. I collected it for more than one yuan. I moved it all the way around, so you can't let me lose money anymore."

The girl finally paid.

Wen Chunhua was very happy.

He volunteered and slowly sold it for about ten yuan without Ling Er's support.

He became more confident and was less nervous, and he started chatting with the old man who was setting up a fortune telling stall next to him.

"You can't even understand the Book of Changes, what's your fortune?" His voice suddenly became louder.

It seems like I was deceived.

"Oh, hey, please be quiet." The fortune teller is in his sixties, not a childish face, and it is not good to show off his appearance. When he was anxious, his small round eyes, which looked as big as a mung bean, suddenly opened. He wanted to deliberately smash his job. He whispered, "I studied under "Ma Yi Shen Xiang" to look at the face, not fortune telling. Do I need to read the "Book of Changes"?"

"Have you looked at yourself in the mirror today? You are sure to turn red and you are losing money. Today, you should not go out." Wen Chunhua glanced at him disdainfully.

The old man hurriedly took a small mirror from the grocery stall next to him and looked at it. He felt a chill in his heart, thinking that Wen Chunhua was a book dealer dressed in his peers, who was deliberately humiliating himself?

Otherwise, why do you understand everything?

He snorted coldly, "Sometimes it's not accurate."

"Who said that?" Wen Chunhua took the initiative to maintain the authority of "Ma Yi God's Plan" and then glanced at him and said, "My parents are short of their hair."

"What does it mean? Are you deliberately slapping someone?" The old man was unhappy. If he hadn't thought about not being able to win, he would have fought with Wen Chunhua on the spot.

Wen Chunhua smiled and didn't say anything, just stared at him.

He was furrowed all over his body when he was seen, and then he heard Wen Chunhua say, "I have no good life to shake my head and walk, I will shrank my head and dance for the rest of my life."

The old man was trembling in anger and was about to face Wen Chunhua, and then counterattacked when a girl pedaled a bicycle ran over and said, "Master, something happened when I got home."

"What's wrong?" the old man asked hurriedly.

"I've been recruited, and the door of our house has been pried." The girl said anxiously.

"Oh, hey." The old man hurriedly packed up the stall, snatched the girl's bicycle, and rode his bike away first.

"This is a master." The few people reading the book next to him, including men and women, were shocked at Wen Chunhua for a moment, and asked Wen Chunhua to help him see his face.

"The person with high forehead and wide fortune and fortune is good, and the back of his mind is full of luck." Wen Chunhua enjoyed the respect of others and pointed out a few words like others, and hoped to sell more books with this.

"Master, look at my son again." A middle-aged woman pushed her fifteen- or sixteen-year-old child to Wen Chunhua.

Wen Chunhua continued, "If you want to make money, you will get it. If you want to ask for money, you will definitely come to the office."

"Look, what the master said, don't be proud and complacent." The woman wants to give five dollars, "Master, thank you for your advice."

"I am a book seller, not a fortune teller, so what money do I want for you?" Wen Chunhua insisted on not wanting the money and threw it back.

He insisted on not accepting it, and in the eyes of everyone, he became a model of noble character, as if he was a paranoid.

"You don't want money, so I don't want it." Not only did the woman not take back the five dollars, she also added five dollars, a total of ten dollars. After throwing it over, she pulled her son away.

Wen Chunhua was so amused that she was laughing and crying because there were more people around her.

By noon, he didn't sell a few more books, but he made a lot of money, all of which were made to people.

It was not until lunch that he could take a breath. He drank two bowls of mutton soup in a row. What he said in the morning was really dry.

"You really know how to look at the face?" Ling Er was frightened by him.

Wen Chunhua said, "How difficult is it to see someone saying whatever they want?"

Those who have nothing to do with candor and those who have grudges say ruthless.

"Then you have to be able to speak." Wang Gang finally looked at him with a high glance.

The crazy spirit of those believers in the morning really scared him a little. Wen Chunhua couldn't do it without charging money.

One morning, I made more than 300 yuan by talking, but no one believed me!

"How do you know that the old fortune-telling man's family is going to lose money?" Ling Er asked curiously, "and he will be poor all his life."
Chapter completed!