When Zhu Gui heard this, his heart suddenly felt a little sour.

"In your eyes, besides your father, how can your grandpa care about us 'other' princes?"

"Even if I poke a hole in the sky, your grandpa will not pay any attention to me..."

Fortunately, Zhu Gui only had some casual thoughts and still liked Zhu Yunxi, his eldest nephew.

"By the way, if you are interested, when your third uncle comes back, we will go and beg him to take us to open a casino!"

Zhu Yunxi had always been sworn in with gambling and drug addiction, so he directly vetoed Zhu Gui's proposal.

"I'm not interested in casinos. I'd better consider other options."

Zhu Gui curled his lips disdainfully upon hearing this.

"cut!"

"I don't believe you, kid, can think of any way to make more money than opening a casino!"

Faced with Zhu Gui's sarcasm, Zhu Yunxi did not explain, but just looked aimlessly on the street.

Suddenly, he saw a bookstore next to Qin Yue Building, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yes, I can open a bookstore and write novels to make money!"

After Zhu Yunxi said this, he went straight to the bookstore. Seeing this, Zhu Gui hurriedly followed, but he couldn't help but complain while walking.

"Are you stupid, kid? Instead of running a profitable business like a gambling house, you have to open a bookstore like this!"

"How much money this bookstore can make is not enough to rent a shop and hire a waiter!"

"Uncle Thirteen, I don't know if I'm making money now, but it will be really profitable in a few hundred years. I know there is a man named Bean God who makes hundreds of millions a year!"

"How much is a few hundred million?"

Zhu Yunxi was no longer in the mood to talk to Zhu Gui, and was only thinking about how to use his dreaming ability to write books and make money.

He dove into the bookstore and saw that the bookshelves on the surrounding walls were filled with books.

However, the most numerous ones are the Four Books and Five Classics, as well as various Chengwen models, anthologies of poems and the like.

In addition, there are some "Four Treasures of the Study" and the like, but most of them are decorations. At first glance, it seems that they are not doing this as a career, but just selling them casually.

When the waiter saw that the two of them were well dressed, he immediately stepped forward and greeted them warmly.

"You two gentlemen, do you want to buy some Cheng Wen's anthology?"

Zhu Yunxi shook his head and said.

"Neither of us is good at reading. I would like to ask if there are any books that have nothing to do with the imperial examination, the kind that can entertain people and relieve their boredom."

When the waiter heard this, he immediately showed an ambiguous smile.

"understood!"

"The two guests want to buy a storybook!"

"I wonder if you two guests would like something meaty or vegetarian?"

When Zhu Yunxi heard this, he looked confused.

"What do you mean?"

Seeing that Zhu Yunxi didn't even understand this, Zhu Gui just wanted to open a bookstore to make money, so he explained with great disdain.

"The dirty ones are storybooks with illustrations, and the plain ones are biographies, historical storybooks, etc. They are boring and tight."

When the waiter saw what Zhu Gui said, he immediately gave him a rainbow fart.

"This guest officer is an expert!"

"If you two guests are interested, you might as well go upstairs and have a look. The store has a lot of newly arrived story books, which I guarantee you have never seen before."

Zhu Yunxi followed the waiter up to the second floor. After seeing the dazzling collection of storybooks, he exclaimed that the literary style of the Ming Dynasty was at its peak!

The entire second floor is filled with storybooks of various colors, divided into several areas according to type and age.

The more serious ones include the Three Kingdoms and Heroes of the Sui and Tang Dynasties sections, the more romantic ones include the palace romances, courtesan romances, etc., and there are also the Jianghu Heroes category that caters to middle-aged and middle-aged people.

Zhu Yunxi casually took out a book, glanced at the cover, and blushed.

On the cover, I saw a plump woman in very cool clothes, lying lazily on her side on the bed, exposing a large amount of white on her chest.

This unrestrained painting style and exquisite printing, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe it. The Ming Dynasty dialect is so excellent.

"Boss, how much does this book cost?"

"Returning to the guest officer, what you got is a color hardcover with overprinting. It costs at least two taels of silver."

"How many?"

"Two taels of silver is not expensive. If you go to other stores, you can get it for less than two taels or four a piece."

"This kind of overprinted color illustration is the most labor-intensive. If a set of engraving plates cannot be printed for hundreds of copies, it must be scrapped and re-engraved, otherwise the picture will be blurred..."

"Isn't that too expensive?"

When Zhu Yunxi was just shopping, he found out that a white-flour steamed bun on the roadside only cost a penny. This color-printed storybook actually cost two thousand steamed buns, which was a bit ridiculously expensive.

When the waiter heard this, he couldn't help but look at the two of them again. He couldn't help but mutter in his heart, looking at the clothes of these two people, they don't look like rich people. Why do they care about the price so much?

The waiter in the shop was full of slander, but still had a decent smile on his face and led the two of them to Pingjia District.

"Sir, if you think the ones over there are expensive, there are also cheaper ones here, priced at two to three hundred yuan each."

Zhu Yunxi picked up a book and just looked at the cover, feeling a rough feeling coming over him.

Although the style of painting is still bold and unrestrained, what beautiful scenery can be seen in pure black and white simple drawings?

However, when he thought that this book could be sold for two to three hundred copies, Zhu Yunxi became more determined to write books to make money.

"Boss, let me ask, if I write a book and sell it in your store, how will the money be divided?"

When the waiter heard this, he glanced at Zhu Yunxi in surprise.

"oh?"

"This young gentleman can also write storybooks?"

Zhu Gui also glanced at Zhu Yunxi in surprise, thinking that this kid still has the ability to write a storybook?

Seeing the two people looking at him in surprise, Zhu Yunxi quickly waved his hands and explained.

"I'm just asking casually, maybe I can write a few books for fun when I have some free time."

Seeing that he was just curious, the waiter smiled and explained.

"If the young gentleman has this talent, you can try writing."

"Our store generally has two types of profit sharing. One is to give a fixed price based on the quality of the storybook, and the other is that we pay someone to print it, and the money sold after deducting the cost is split 50-50 with the gentleman who wrote the book.

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“Isn’t this just buyout and sharing?”

When the waiter heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"The young gentleman summed it up incisively, and using buyout and profit sharing to describe it couldn't be more appropriate."

"But besides these two, there is another one. That is for the young gentleman to contact the craftsman who printed the book himself, and then print the book and put it on consignment in the store. We only charge 30% of the fee, and the rest goes to the gentleman who wrote the book.

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When Zhu Yunxi heard this, he immediately became interested.

"May I ask, how much money can the gentleman who works with your store earn in a month?"

The waiter was a little hesitant when he heard this, because it already involved business secrets. However, seeing that the other party was still a teenager, he might just be curious, so he didn't think much about it.

"It's hard to say, sometimes it's more, sometimes it's less. Last year, there was a big-selling book "The Biography of the Zhao Sisters", and that gentleman made five thousand taels of silver in our store in one month."

"This is just our store. It is said that other bookstores in the capital also sell it. If we include them all, it would cost tens of thousands of taels of silver at least a month."

When Zhu Gui heard this, he immediately broke his guard. His annual salary from the King of Qin was only 10,000 yuan, and it was not cash, but part of the grain and part of the treasure money.

It was a bit unacceptable for a gentleman who wrote a storybook to earn so much money in a month.

If you can make so much money by writing books, why would you open a casino? Take a few scholars back to your home, beat them with a whip dipped in cold water every day, and let them write your own storybooks every day and sell them for money!
Chapter completed!