The first thing is to find a profitable business. As for the capital, Su Yizhao glanced to the east, where there were rolling mountains.
"Hey? You little master, forget it! I'll give you thirty taels!"
When the old man saw that Su Yizhao left without hesitation, he immediately called out from behind.
Su Yizhao ignored it and just walked around the market slowly.
Seeing that Su Yizhao didn't even look back, the old man finally couldn't sit still and said, "Counting your ten taels of silver, it will be enough, right? This is the lowest price. It is a real ancient book. You can't find this book anywhere.
It’s out of print!”
Su Yizhao turned to look at the old man and stretched out five fingers.
"What? Five taels of silver? That's not possible. This book is written by a branch of the Wen family in Dajun. Do you know about the Wen family? A famous family in Dajun..."
The old man kept chattering to himself, but Su Yizhao shook his head.
"What five taels of silver? I said fifty coins. If you sell it, I will buy it. It is getting late, and I have to go back early."
Su Yizhao didn't know the literary family of a large county, so this had nothing to do with her.
The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, "You little kid, you don't know what's good or bad! How dare you only give fifty cents for such a book?"
Su Yizhao sighed, looked at the old man who was so angry that he was spitting, and said, "Then do you want to sell it?"
The old man suddenly pushed the book forward and said angrily: "Here, give it, take it!"
Su Yizhao then turned back and took out a one-cent silver coin from his pocket.
The old man took out the small scale next to him and weighed it. Then he felt relieved and went back with fifty copper coins.
Su Yizhao had seen Yuerong call Yinzi and was not curious about it, but such a nickname for Yinzi was not something ordinary people could have.
She took a look at the old man. His gray temples, gray beard and slightly disheveled hair made him look a little depressed.
The horizontal lines on his forehead are deep and he looks very vicissitudes of life, but his eyes are very clear.
Su Yizhao took another look at the other books on his stall, including recycled old books and brand-new Four Books and Five Classics.
Suddenly I found a small book in the corner with a blue cover.
Su Yizhao was a little curious, so she picked it up and opened it to read.
What comes into view is a few character paintings, followed by a short paragraph of text.
These ancient paintings pay great attention to artistic conception, and some of the paintings are quite abstract. The characters are not very well drawn, but they are very similar to the comic strips of previous lives.
Just when Su Yizhao wanted to check the details carefully, a big rough hand snatched it away.
"This is not a book for a little kid like you. Once you buy it, go back as soon as possible! There are a lot of beautiful women taking pictures on the street. You little kid has thin skin and tender flesh. I will definitely put a sack on you if you meet someone."
The old man took a look at the sky and decided to close the stall.
"Alas! I sold two copies at a loss today!"
Su Yizhao was a little surprised. He originally thought that this old man was deceiving people with his mouth, but he didn't expect that he turned out to be a cold-faced and warm-hearted person.
"Is this a book about little people? Why can't I read it?" Su Yizhao asked pretending to be curious.
"This is not a book about villains, it's just someone who drew stories about talented men and beautiful women and put them on consignment here. You are still young and can't read these." The old man packed his things and replied without raising his head.
Su Yizhao took a brief look at it just now and found that the figure painting was very abstract, more like a random sketch.
The author's ability to narrate stories is also not very good. Although Su Yizhao has never seen other story books, the beginning of this story is very cliché.
"There once was a scholar..." This is the first sentence at the beginning. Su Yizhao can imagine many story books, and this is the first sentence at the beginning.
"You still want to keep your conversation book?" Su Yizhao simply refused to leave and started chatting with the old man.
"What? Are you interested? Then when the story books come, you can choose some that suit you. Come and buy them once every five days, and you'll get about 20 yuan a book!" The old man thought that there was business, so he said with a little enthusiasm.
"Just this little notebook, it costs twenty cents?" Su Yizhao said, pointing to the notebook.
"If you are a regular customer, I will give you two cents cheaper. People sell it here on consignment, so I don't make much money from you. They all get it." The old man sighed, life is so difficult!
When Su Yizhao saw the old man looking over, he immediately came closer.
"Old man! Actually, I have a senior brother..."
As the sun sets, the orange-red light seems to dye the guise of the wine shop silver-red.
"What? If that doesn't work, you have to make some money for me, right?" The old man's voice suddenly became louder, and then he shook his head violently.
"You don't know, my senior brother is not only thin-skinned, but also has a noble temperament like a scholar. He is also stubborn. Usually I am willing to help a little, but this is not a long-term solution!"
As Su Yizhao spoke, he pulled up the old man's sleeves and continued: "Originally, he disdained doing this kind of business, but unfortunately his family was poor and his widowed mother was seriously ill, otherwise he would not have agreed to this."
"But if you want 80%, you are too greedy. How can I still make a profit?" The old man shook his head, with a sad look on his face, but his eyes were shining.
"Don't worry, I'm going to make a lot of money if I keep it. I've read the script that my senior brother published, but it can't be compared with this. If you agree, then let's make it this way. When he writes it, I'll
Let me show it to you first."
Su Yizhao said with certainty, and the old man thought that he would wait until he read the storybook before speaking.
"When the time comes, the price will be more than 20 yuan per book, just wait! But we can agree that you can't increase the price at will, otherwise we will terminate the cooperation."
The old man nodded in agreement, "Sure! But you don't have to go back to discuss this matter with him?"
Su Yizhao waved his hand, sighed, and said: "No, my senior brother said that this is an insult to his face as a scholar, so leave it to me! Helping him is better than starving to death, right?"
The old man took a deep look at Su Yizhao and said, "You are kind-hearted!"
I believe you are the only one who is evil! The old man snorted coldly in his heart!
The two agreed on a date for their first conversation, and Su Yizhao left for home.
But as soon as I went to the main room to say hello, I heard the cheap daddy I hadn't seen for half a month talking in the house.
"You said that our four families have been relying on your dowry to make a living. Now you are giving those shops to help your mother's family. I have no complaints. Why are you complaining about me instead?"
The man's angry voice sounded vaguely, and Su Yizhao, who was waiting outside the door to say hello, quickly pricked up his ears when he heard the words.
"Our fourth bedroom has no income to begin with. If we give away those two shops, our income from the fourth bedroom will be reduced by half. If I don't do any common work, how would I know about my difficulties?"
The woman's voice was trembling, as if she was trying to suppress the anger in her heart.
"So what if it's half less? We have public money in the fourth house, so we can still live a good life, and you don't have to make excuses about it." Su Wenqing said without caring.
Su Yizhao heard that the two people were probably quarreling over money. It turned out that this family of officials also sometimes worried about money.