Chapter 89 'The Legend of Ming Thief' Xing Yang smiled and gave birth
Chapter 89
"What are you talking about? The person who wrote this novel is the most famous novelist in Dongdu. It is a masterpiece by a famous writer.
Your brother-in-law spent a lot of effort to buy it immediately from a familiar bookseller and copy it for sale."
"Those booksellers buy the original copies from the people with the names of Paiyou's novels, ranging from thirty or fifty guan to more than a hundred guan, so the first batch must be sold more expensively in order to make money."
Haha... Your brother, I am the person who is about to become famous all over the world. I have a lot of masterpieces, so I am asking you if you believe it or not?
"In this era, apart from this thing, ahem, apart from these wandering novels, are there no other literary works that can entertain those readers?"
"..." Brother-in-law Chen Tai looked at Yang Qian and said feeling depressed for a long time.
"In addition to this, there are also some, such as those monks who compiled some secular sermons to encourage people to do good in order to promote Buddhism. Or they may have copied poems or something..."
Yang Wan once again interjected. "But the most popular ones are these novels. Once you get it in time, there will be people who are willing to buy a volume or two.
Especially those women from wealthy families like it the most. Reading this is much more interesting than reading the Four Books and Five Classics... Hey, what's your expression, little brother?"
"Sister, the women from wealthy families you mentioned should include yourself, right?" Yang Qian said with a half-smile.
"Why, you are allowed to read those Four Books and Five Classics, but my sister is not allowed to read some novels about novels?"
Yang Wan glared at Yang Qian, with an expression that said if you dare to say anything back again, sister, I will make you taste the pain of my flesh and blood, so Yang Qian could only shut up honestly.
It seems that women have been a huge consumer group since ancient times, well...
Seeing Yang Qian touching his chin with a thoughtful expression, Yang Wan did not interfere with him anymore.
I just looked at my brother curiously, who had done a lot of things in the past few months, and wanted to see how he solved the problem at hand.
Yang Qian gently tapped his fingers on the Paiyou novel in his hand.
"In other words, even if we have better novels, they will be bought, copied and sold by others because of the lack of scribes..."
"Those copywriters' contracts, if the other party breaks the contract, how much money will they pay?"
"Our Chen family signed long contracts with those copywriters. If one party breaks the contract, both parties must pay two hundred gu in compensation."
"I went to find the copywriter who broke the contract, but the other party asked me to go to Deng's Bookstore on the grounds that he had already joined Deng's Bookstore..."
Two hundred for one person, and one thousand four hundred for seven people. Such a sum of money is really not a small amount.
No wonder the Deng family kidnapped someone but were unwilling to pay the liquidated damages.
"In this case, please give me some time, sister and brother-in-law, so that I can think about how to deal with it."
"Has my brother fallen asleep?" After Chen Tai returned to the room, Yang Wan, who had been waiting for her husband to return to the room, stood up and asked.
"That's not true. He actually asked me a lot about the Deng family and Deng Ming, the direct son of the head of the Deng family."
Yang Wan couldn't help but snorted coldly.
"Hmph, then the Deng family is not a famous family like the Zheng family in Xingyang. It is just because of their marriage relationship with the Zheng family.
Do you get rich by working around the camp all day long and doing some shady things?"
As soon as he said a few words, he saw Chen Tai put up his fingers, hissed softly, pointed at his ears, and then pointed in the direction of the guest room.
Yang Wan concentrated and heard the intermittent sound of reading coming over.
"...Xianggou, the horse's muzzle is long, and the lust in the mouth is clear.
The upper lip wants to be urgent, the lower lip wants to be slow, the upper lip wants to be square, the lower lip wants to be thick and smooth..."
After listening for a while, Chen Tai said with determination.
"This is the "Bole Xiangma Sutra" that I gave to my brother-in-law before. Unexpectedly, he actually brought the book back."
“I’ve been busy all day long, but I’m still working so hard.
No wonder your brother can become a tribute to Xingyang at a young age..."
Listening to her husband's sigh, Yang Wan couldn't help but smile with relief on her face.
"He has been a bookworm since he was little and loved reading. He refused to go out even if he was asked to go out. He is still like this now that he is older."
"Fortunately, although I am still addicted to books, I am now able to understand things. Otherwise, my mother and father will definitely be worried to death..."
After reading for about two-quarters of an hour, Yang Qian put down the "Bole Xiangma Sutra" and looked refreshed.
Ever since I was asked by the system to read "Zuo Shi Chun Qiu" at night, I have formed the habit of reading it every night.
At night, if I don't read for a while, I will feel restless.
It seems that I am indeed a good kid who loves to learn.
Just as Zhili was about to cover the piano, he heard Yang Qian's voice. "Come here and grind the ink for me..."
Zhili made a sound and came to the desk, yawning while studying ink. "Sir, what do you want to do?"
"What else can I do? I just feel that the novel "Paiyou" is too unappealing, so I'm going to write one myself."
"!!!!" Zhili was frightened out of his sleepiness.
He turned his head and looked at Yang Qian, who had picked up his pen and was brewing, and grinned after a long time.
"Young master, you, you actually know how to write? Oh no, what I mean is, don't you dislike that kind of thing the most?"
"That's because those good articles cannot be appreciated by both refined and popular people." Yang Qian said with confidence.
"..."The Legend of the Inscribed Thief"?!" Zhili muttered these three characters, looking confused as to what the hell it meant.
As soon as I saw the young master writing like flying, a wonderful and exciting story unfolded...
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Early the next morning, Chen Tai personally went to the guest room to call Yang Qian, but he just started knocking on the door, and the door was pushed open with a creak.
Then he saw Zhili sleeping soundly on the floor, and Yang Qian sleeping on the couch with his clothes still on.
"Why are you so tired..." I saw that the two of them were actually sleeping together with their clothes on.
Moreover, he was still sleeping so soundly at this time, which made Chen Tai quite puzzled.
He walked forward and was about to wake up Zhili, who was lying on the floor, when Chen Tai noticed the table top.
I don't know when there was a stack of rice paper full of writing. The ink pad next to it was also missing half of it.
Chen Tai picked it up and was stunned when he saw the contents of the rice paper covering the top.
""The Legend of the Thief" Xingyang smiled and said... Where did this come from? I have never seen it before?"
When he turned to the first page and saw the content under the cover, Chen Tai couldn't help but let out a sigh in his mouth and his eyes were strange.
Soon, he walked out of the guest room with the stack of manuscripts in his hands and couldn't wait to sit on the steps outside the guest room.
Start reading this wonderful story that has never been seen before, written in colloquial language, but unexpectedly attractive...
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