"It's okay if you don't kill the dog man. Aren't the dog men rich and powerful? Then spend his money, borrow his power, and use his power to do something big, such as becoming the richest man and controlling the country's economy.
lifeline!"
Qiqiao's mouth opened wide now: "..." Her princess's thoughts were as always different from others.
Su Nian: "..." Well, I don't have to kill the bitch at last.
"All in all, she shouldn't give in when a bad man imprisons her. She should bravely break out and be beautiful on her own! For any man, feelings are just a cloud. Only a woman's career can lead to prosperity!" Feng Weihuan held her head high and was generous.
Statement.
"So, I can't understand that this kind of short-form storybook, which has incorrect views and only indulges in the love between men and women, can be sold out." Feng Weihuan shook his head sadly.
"Princess," Qiqiao weakly raised her hand and asked, "If the romance book doesn't talk about the love between men and women, then what does it talk about?"
"Women are self-improving!" Feng Weihuan found a script he had written on the case, and said righteously: "I won't write anything that has a narrow vision and a small pattern. This book is the guide to correct ideas."
She turned her head and asked Su Nian: "How is the sales of my storybook? Does it need to be reprinted? Is there any urging for me to write a new one?"
Su Nian was stumped by this series of questions: How should I answer tactfully?
Feng Weihuan saw Su Nian's unspeakable expression and understood: "It doesn't matter if you don't print it. I don't feel particularly satisfied with this book. The plot should be more twists and turns. I will work hard to improve it in the next draft.
"
Su Nian secretly took a deep breath and could only confess: "Princess, the bookstore has no plans to ask you to write a new version of the story for the time being. The storybooks you are currently selling do not need to be reprinted. Besides - the bookstore's warehouse is not big.
, Shopkeeper He suggests that you transport the unsold storybooks back home first."
Feng Weihuan was stunned, thinking he heard wrongly: "Take the storybook back home first?"
Su Nian said "hmm".
In fact, shopkeeper He's original words were: I really can't sell it. Such a large amount of inventory is stacked all the time and it takes up too much space. I have to either transport it away or turn it into pulp as usual?
Qiqiao saw that Feng Weihuan's expression was not right, so he quickly poured a cup of tea and handed it over: "Princess, take a sip of tea first to calm down."
Feng Weihuan did not pick it up, but asked Su Nian: "How many copies of my book have been sold?"
Su Nian replied with difficulty: "Nineteen volumes."
Ten of them were purchased by Princess Sanjun and given to her close friends. Of the remaining nine sold, five were returned. Readers commented that the story was too ridiculous. Shopkeeper He also accepted the return based on the principle of making money with kindness.
The actual number of copies sold was four.
Feng Weihuan staggered back and was deeply shocked: "How is it possible?" Her hard work couldn't be sold?!
"Princess, it must be that the booksellers did not sell well, and those who read the storybook did not find your storybook." Qiqiao comforted Feng Weihuan.
"Qiqiao," Feng Weihuan asked, holding the storybook written by the domineering prime minister's little orphan girl in his left hand and the storybook written by her in his right hand, "These two storybooks are placed in front of you, which one will you choose?"
