When Jin Yi heard this, his mind shut down on the spot.

They didn’t come to return the books, but to buy them!

How is this possible? Didn’t His Highness write that thing for free and no one wants it?

"Dear guests, are you here to entertain this villain?"

"Bah!"

"Why do you, a shopkeeper, still look down on others? Although one tael of silver is expensive, as long as the book is good, we can still afford it!"

"Just tell me if there is any more stock. I want three copies!"

"I want ten copies!"

"I want twenty copies..."

Jin Yi was even more shocked when he saw that these people were not buying single copies, but were here to wholesale.

Could it be that His Highness has finally enlightened himself and finally written a book on fire?

When Jin Yi thought of this, he became extremely excited.

"Please wait a moment, gentlemen, I will send someone to rush to see if there is any stock at the printing workshop!"

"Then go quickly, you want to kill us!"

The bank printing company has been working overtime to print books. After receiving the urging message from the bookstore, they immediately sent someone to deliver 500 books that smelled of fresh ink.

As soon as these five hundred books arrived at the bookstore, they were swept away by the swarm of customers before they even had time to be put on the shelves.

As for those who came late, they scolded the store for being evil while squatting at the door waiting for someone to return the goods.

On the other hand, there were a few students from poor families who stayed up all night and read the first volume of The Golden Ping Mei over and over several times. They really couldn't find anything wrong with it. Seeing that they could no longer earn the reward money, they felt sorry for the one tael of silver they spent yesterday.

Therefore, thinking that the store promised to return the book at any time, they rushed over to return the book.

However, they were stopped before they could enter the store.

"Brother, are you here to return the book?"

"I'll increase the price by 100 cents!"

"Get off and drive!"

"Brother, I will increase the price by 300 yuan..."

"No one can argue with me. My master said, you can get two taels of silver per book, as much as you have!"

Jin Yi stood at the door of the store and was dumbfounded when he saw this scene. He has been in the Beijing dialect circle for many years and has seen many popular dialect books. But with the price doubled now, it is still the first time to buy second-hand books that others have read.

See you next time.

How well written this book must be to trigger such a rush!

At this moment, he regretted it extremely. If he had known better, he would have kept a copy for himself...

Ten days later, Sanwei Bookstore shipped a total of 10,000 copies, and Jin Ping Mei's popularity remains unabated.

To paraphrase Bai Juyi's allusion, wherever there is a well, it is said that the plum blossoms in the golden pinging are mentioned!

There are hundreds of copies sold every day, but the printing speed has been enough, and the store has more or less inventory.

Nowadays, people who come into the store every day come either to buy books or to find out when the next one will be released.

Jin Yi not only finished reading the first volume these days, but also took advantage of his position to read the second volume, which is in the preparation period.

After reading it, Jin Yi not only no longer doubted His Highness's ability to write books, but was also amazed by his method of splitting a book into multiple volumes, which was a revolutionary innovation in the field of storytelling.

He had a hunch that this kind of business model would sweep across the country and become the mainstream sales model in the dialogue industry in the future.

Because no matter how good the book is, it has a golden sales period. After about a month, the market will be filled with counterfeit books, and the original author will not be able to make any money at all.

Now His Highness has divided a book into multiple volumes, which can be said to have perfectly solved this problem.

Although counterfeiting is still inevitable, it ensures stable income for subsequent scripts.

After all, no matter how good a counterfeit businessman is, it is impossible for him to copy a script that has not yet been printed, right?

Just as Jin Yi was looking forward to the future, a guest walked into Sanwei Bookstore again.

This guest is an old man over sixty years old, with gray hair and good energy. He always has a faint smile on his face, and he looks very friendly and easy-going.

If Huang Zicheng saw this person, he would greet him warmly and respectfully call him his mentor.

This person was none other than the great sage he recommended to the Crown Princess, the leader in Jiangnan literary circles, Yang Xinlu, the son of Yang Weizhen.

Yang Xinluo not only took over his father's position as a literary leader, but he was also secretly a storyteller. He also used the pseudonym Meihua Taoist and published a masterpiece that became popular in the capital.

He originally thought that the level of Ming Dynasty's calligraphy was only about this, until he saw "The Plum in the Golden Lotus" recommended by a friend and was immediately shocked.

This book not only educates and entertains, but also rarely depicts the various situations in the market, the harsh conditions of the world, and reveals the avenues of the world through laughter and curses.

This is also the state that he strives for but fails to achieve.

The reason why he joined the conversational industry was because he had such a desire to manage the world and benefit the country. However, he was not strong enough in writing, so he could only win the world's attention with some lovemaking in bed...

But he always had a regret in his heart, that is, he could not express his original intention of admonishing the world and guiding people to be good.

However, after watching "Jin Ping Mei", he was pleasantly surprised to find that someone actually realized his idea!

It turns out that you can really attract people to read and guide them to do good at the same time!

As soon as Jin Yi saw what this person was wearing, he knew that he was an extraordinary person, so he hurried forward to greet him warmly.

"May I ask if your distinguished guest wants to buy the Four Books and Five Classics, or..."

Yang Xinlu took out a copy of "Jin Ping Mei" from his sleeve and waved it in front of the waiter.

"When will the next volume of this book be released?"

"It's expected to be on the 1st of next month!"

"Can you introduce me to the author of this book?"

When Jin Yi heard this, he immediately became vigilant. This man actually inquired about his master's identity. Could he be doing harm to his master?

As soon as Yang Xinluo saw the other person's vigilant expression, he knew that he had inadvertently violated their taboo.

For any bookseller, authors who can write scripts are a cash cow, so how can they be easily revealed to others?

"Don't misunderstand me, store owner. I am not someone who makes a living from this book. I just admire the author of this book and would like to recommend it to you."

"I have a handwritten letter here. Please pass it on to the author of your letter."

Yang Xinluo also handed over an ingot of gold ingots along with the envelope. It weighed at least five taels and was worth at least thirty taels of silver when converted into silver. Even according to the official price comparison, it was still a huge sum of twenty taels, enough for a clerk to earn a year's salary.

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It's just that Jin Yi is not an ordinary clerk. He is called a clerk. In fact, he does the work of a shopkeeper. His annual salary alone is fifty taels. There are also dividends and silver rewards at the end of the month. Even if he doesn't have a hundred dollars at the end of the year,

Two, which is also more than eighty taels.

Therefore, Yang Xinluo's "sincerity" was directly ignored by Jin Yi. He only accepted the letter, but the gold ingot was returned in its original form.

"The villain has thanked the noble for the reward, but the villain cannot bear such a heavy reward because of his poor fortune!"

"However, I will deliver your nobleman's letter to my master on your behalf. I don't know whether my master is willing to see you."

"Your master?"

Yang Xinluo was stunned when he heard this. If what he remembered correctly, this shop must be the property of a grandson of the emperor.

The waiter subconsciously handed the letter to its owner. Could it be that the book was written by the emperor's grandson?

Yang Xinluo just thought about it for a moment and felt that this was too ridiculous.

The eldest imperial grandson of the Ming Dynasty was only thirteen or fourteen years old. How could such an inexperienced young man write such sophisticated writing, including all kinds of strange articles that are popular in the market?

Oh, by the way, that little one from whose family seems to have won Jieyuan a few years ago, and is now teaching the princes and grandsons to read in the main hall, right?
Chapter completed!