Chapter 92 What's wrong with just watching 'The Incense Candle' Volume 1?
Chapter 92
"???" Brother-in-law turned his head towards Yang Qian with a confused look on his face.
Seeing that Dese's brother-in-law finally calmed down, Yang Qian said calmly.
"There will be times to make you happy later, brother-in-law, don't forget, we have printed a thousand sets."
"How can a thousand sets be sold out, even if they are so cheap..." Chen Tai began to feel a little worried again.
"Brother-in-law, you really can think of it. If we can sell three to five hundred units to the Deng family, that's already our limit."
"That's right. Although it only costs four hundred dollars a set, if it costs five hundred dollars a set.
That’s seven hundred dollars, our cost is, hiss..."
Chen Tai was also shocked by his outrageous profits.
Deng Jiang looked at the big box that Lao Jiu, his follower, asked the laborers to carry back, and opened it.
I saw there were fifty sets and one hundred volumes of "The Incense Candle" inside.
I picked up a book casually, flipped through it and threw it back into the box.
A trace of pride appeared on his face.
"Did you buy them all?"
Follower Lao Jiu wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded vigorously.
"I can confirm that I have already interrogated the person from Chen's Bookstore.
What they got into the store this morning was only fifty sets."
The smile on Deng Jiang's face faded: "What do you mean?"
"Their store clerk said that some copies of Incense Candle will be delivered in the afternoon..."
"How many?" Deng Jiang smacked his lips and sat back.
"This little guy doesn't know very well. Their store clerk only said it hasn't been made yet, but didn't say how much it was."
Deng Jiang narrowed his eyes and stroked his long beard.
"Forget it, if you have it this afternoon, go ahead and ask someone to buy it. No matter how much there is, let me eat it."
"Yes, I understand, I will definitely get things done this afternoon."
Deng Jiang nodded and then slowly sat back, but after thinking about it, he felt that it would be better to inform the head of the family about this matter first.
After explaining the affairs of the bookshop, Deng Jiang left the bookshop and hurried to the Deng Mansion.
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In the afternoon, a new copy of "Xiangzhuji" arrived at Chen's Bookshop, this time there were forty-five sets.
The follower Lao Jiu naturally followed the instructions of Deng Jiang, the chief steward, and assigned manpower to sweep away these forty-five sets.
After he led the laborers to return the forty-five sets of "Xiangzhuji" to Deng's Bookstore.
The news brought made Deng Jiang, who had just returned from Deng's Mansion, look even more ugly.
"In other words, there will be "Incense Candle" delivered to Chen's Bookstore tomorrow?
"Yes, but no matter how many people inquired, they didn't tell me how many sets there were. They just said that they would definitely have them tomorrow."
"Steward, what does the master say? Should we continue..."
Deng Jiang helplessly stroked his forehead and looked at the newly moved box.
He waved his hand with a look of disgust and motioned to the handyman to move the box of "Incense Candle" to the warehouse first.
"The master has given orders that we can eat as much as the Chen family has.
Again, if Xingyang County wants to buy "Incense Candle", it can only be bought at our Deng's Bookstore. Do you understand?"
The first day, the second day, the third day, until I have bought nearly three hundred sets of "The Incense Candle"
Deng Jiang finally could not withstand the pressure and once again went to see the family leader Deng Heng.
As his name suggests, Deng Heng's whole body looks like he is growing sideways, and his figure is as bloated as a mountain of flesh piled on the couch.
"How much did you say?"
Deng Jiang stood with his head bowed respectfully and answered cautiously.
"I have purchased two hundred and eighty sets of "Xiangzhuji" from Chen's Bookstore..."
Deng Heng was also a little confused, stroking the sparse beard on his three-layer thick chin.
He tried his best to widen his small eyes that were almost completely covered by his eyelids. "Two hundred and eighty sets?!"
"Yes, sir, I have never thought about where Chen's Bookstore got so many copies of "Xiang Zhu Ji"."
Deng Ming, who was chatting with his fat father on the side, also widened his eyes in disbelief.
"This, how is this possible?"
"In Chen's Bookstore, there are not many copyists left, even if we have to spend money to find someone to copy.
But you only sell a copy of 700 copies, how much money will you lose?"
"Young Master's words make sense, but this is what the villain finds unbelievable."
Deng Heng snorted lightly, stroking his sparse beard and thinking for a while.
"Let's do this, you send people to inquire around in Xingyang about Chen's Bookstore.
Who are you looking for to copy "Incense Candle"? If you have any news, come over and tell me immediately..."
"Okay, sir, it's just tomorrow. If Chen's Bookstore opens again..."
Deng Heng waved his hands disapprovingly.
"If there are more, of course we will continue to win. Humph, the little Chen family actually wants to fight with our Deng family?"
"Yes, I understand..." Deng Jiang breathed a sigh of relief and exited the room.
Seeing Deng Jiang leaving, Deng Ming asked Deng Heng.
"Father, if this way, if the sales of "Xiangzhuji" are not very good by then, won't our Deng's Bookshop suffer a loss?"
"Losing a little money is nothing. Now in Xingyang, the only one who can compete with our Deng family in the bookstore industry is the Chen family.
As long as we squeeze him out, who else but me, Mr. Deng, can get involved in this business."
"Father is far-sighted and far-sighted, and the child is far beyond his reach." Deng Ming nodded and bowed with sincerity.
Deng Heng looked at Deng Ming with a smile.
"These are commonplace things, and don't need to worry about my son. If you have free time, it's better to read more books."
"Besides, you have to work hard yourself if you can welcome a bride from the Zheng family.
If our Deng family is in Xingyang, we are truly as stable as Mount Tai."
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On the fourth day, there were one hundred sets. On the fifth day, Deng Jiang, who could no longer stand it, changed his strategy.
"What?" The clerk at Chen's Bookstore stared wide-eyed.
"Sir, you are not here to cause trouble, are you?"
"I just want to read the first volume of Incense Candle Chronicles. What's wrong? Isn't it possible?"
The young man met the store clerk's gaze and scratched his neck.
The other "young master" next to him also had a provocative look on his face.
"The notice board hanging at your door clearly states that one volume is consistent and a set is 30% off."
"Since you clearly marked the price, we will buy according to the price. There is nothing wrong with it."
"Well, there is indeed nothing wrong with him. The young master is right!" Chen Tai walked slowly down from the second floor.
He nodded and smiled at this unknown "young master" who made such nonsense.
"We at Chen's Bookstore have always been honest and honest, since it says so on the notice board.
Then, if you buy according to the rules, there will be no problem."
"..." The guys in the store were all stunned. They stared at the owner blankly and were speechless for a long time.
"Why are you still standing there, why don't you ask this young master how many volumes he wants."
Chen Tai glanced at the guys in the bookstore with a bossy air and shouted.
"Okay, Boss Chen is indeed a good person. For what you said, give me fifty volumes of the first volume of Incense Candle."
That "young master" was very heroic and authentic.
The store clerk almost burst into tears. "Fifty volumes?"
"Why are you looking sad? You must smile when you face customers. I will definitely have fifty copies. Why don't you get them for this young master..."
The expression on Chen Tai's face was a little distorted, and he couldn't tell whether he was crying or laughing.
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