Xu Qing regretted a little bit about leaving those women's handkerchiefs on the table after the poetry competition last time.
As long as he had just one or two, he wouldn't have to borrow the little girl Xiao Ruxue's handkerchief to use now.
After Xu Qing felt comfortable, he looked around and said, "Let's find a place to sit down."
Xiao Ye and Xiao Ruxue followed Xu Qing and walked over.
The three of them came to participate in the poetry meeting because they were forced to do so, either by their family or by their female boss. Therefore, in order not to attract too much attention, Xu Qing still chose a remote location.
The cakes at the Qixi Festival Poetry Festival are not as abundant as those at the Wangfu Poetry Festival, and the taste is not as good, but it is not too picky at this time.
Xu Qing looked at Xiao Ruxue who was sitting down together and said, "Isn't the women's place over there? Why are you sitting here too?"
Xiao Ruxue turned her head and hummed: "Who dares to care where I like to sit and sit?"
Well, no one dares to care...
In this big city of Yongzhou, the only ones who can control Xiao Ruxue are probably her father and her mother.
If nothing else happens, those two people who can control Xiao Ruxue will not appear here tonight.
Xu Qing looked at the two of them and asked, "Have you prepared any poems for Chinese Valentine's Day?"
Xiao Ruxue and Xiao Ye shook their heads at the same time.
Xu Qing looked at them and said, "Would you like me to write a song for you?"
Xiao Ruxue said happily: "Okay, okay!"
Xiao Ye's face turned pale, and he waved his hands quickly: "No, no, no... I'd better handle this matter myself."
Xu Qing looked at Xiao Ye who was pale and confused: "Brother Xiao, what's going on?"
Xiao Ruxue said: "He was recognized by his father with your poem. My father felt that he could not write such a good poem, so he asked him to copy the poem hundreds of times, and his hand was almost useless.
, By the way, because of this matter, my father only gave him five taels of silver every month, so that he could suffer a lot!"
After hearing this, Xu Qing said, I also want to suffer this...
It's good to be the silly son of the prince's family. You can make money without doing anything.
Putting away this unrealistic idea, Xu Qing looked at Xiao Ruxue and asked doubtfully: "Then you were not discovered?"
Xiao Ruxue shook her head and said: "Of course not! My father must have thought that I could write such a poem with my talent! Moreover, my father also asked me to watch him copy poems and warned me not to imitate him. This is
The consequences of plagiarism.”
Xu Qing looked at Xiao Ye who was almost crying and patted his shoulder and said: "Oh, it's all over..."
Xiao Ye slumped on the chair helplessly: "I can't make it... I'm almost broke to death with five taels of silver a month... How can this be enough!"
It seemed that there was still a long time before the poetry meeting started. Xu Qing brought some paper over, polished the ink, and began to continue writing "Shooting the Condor".
During these days, the female catcher kept pushing Xu Qing. It was originally planned to take four months to write "Shooting the Condor", but now it can be completed in more than one month.
No matter what you have trouble with, you can't have trouble with money.
Use every available practice to make money!
Better days are ahead!
Watching Xu Qing start writing non-stop, Xiao Ruxue leaned over and asked doubtfully: "Does it take so long to write a poem?"
Xu Qing shook his head and said, "What I write is not poetry."
Xiao Ruxue asked doubtfully: "Then what did you write?"
Xu Qing sighed and said: "Write a storybook. I'm not like you. Someone will send you money while I'm lying down. I have to earn my own money."
Xiao Ruxue shook her head and said: "I'm not like this. I have to complete Master's homework every day, not lie in bed every day..."
Then Xiao Ruxue turned her eyes to watch Xu Qing write a story. Besides practicing martial arts, she usually liked reading stories the most!
" Guo Jing had also seen that the stone beam was suddenly interrupted, with a gap about seven or eight feet long. He ran faster and jumped up with a surge of momentum. Huang Rong had already put life and death aside and said with a smile.
:'Brother Jing, you are not as stable as Bai Diaoer.'"
While reading, Xiao Ruxue realized something was wrong. She looked at Xu Qing and said in surprise: "You... "You wrote "The Condor"?!"
Hearing this, Xiao Ye, who was still feeling sad alone, turned his head and looked at Xu Qing.
Xu Qing didn't understand the shocked looks of the two people at all, so he nodded and said, "What's wrong?"
Xiao Ruxue murmured to herself: "Yan Wu, when combined, it becomes the word "Xu"! I should have thought of it earlier!"
She looked at Xu Qing and said with a little grievance: "Did you know that I had to wait for two days when I asked my servant to help me buy "The Condor Shooting"!"
At this time, Xiao Ye came over and said, "Brother Xu, look, can you show me the manuscript? It only takes a month to publish one volume. I feel really uncomfortable waiting for it!"
Xu Qing put a little distance away from Xiao Ye. To be honest, it was not good for two grown men to be so close.
At this time, Xiao Ruxue came over from the other side and said without giving in: "No! I came first! If you want to see it, I should see it first!"
Then he looked up at Xu Qing: "You just used my handkerchief, let me look at it first, okay?"
When gods fight, mortals suffer, and Xu Qing is now caught between the two of them and can neither go left nor right.
Finally, Xu Qing couldn't stand being caught in the middle, and said: "You don't have to earn so much. The next volume will be printed tomorrow and will be sold almost the day after tomorrow. I asked the bookstore owner to leave two copies and bring them over.
Whoever reads the new book first, I will show the manuscript to."
Xiao Ruxue immediately said happily: "Okay, okay, I don't need to copy the poems, and I have finished my homework. I will definitely read it first!"
Xiao Ye felt that he could not compete with his sister, who had never listened to his words, so he had to admit defeat.
Think about the fact that I have to copy poems, and think about the fact that I only have five taels of silver a month...
These are all tears!
Xiao Ye suddenly turned his head and looked at Xu Qing and said: "Your book is selling so well now, one volume costs two taels of silver. If you can sell ten copies, it will be 2 taels, and a hundred copies will be 20 taels! One thousand!
It’s only two hundred taels! Doesn’t that mean you are already rich by writing scripts?!”
That's not how the account books are calculated. Obviously Xiao Ye doesn't know how to make a sound or the rules of the business. Xu Qing corrected him: "I only took seven taels of silver in one month, and I only took twenty taels in the next roll. The rest."
No matter how much money you make, it belongs to the bookstore, so where is the richest person? Moreover, printing requires money, and printing is not free for you."
Xiao Ye said: "Even if these are calculated based on 30%, if you sell a thousand copies, you will still have a profit of 140 taels! Moreover, your book is in short supply now, and it is impossible to sell only a thousand copies! Open
A bookstore is too profitable!"
After saying that, Xiao Ye pushed Xu Qing and said, "Brother Xu, I suddenly had an idea."
Xu Qing said: "I am all ears and listen attentively."
Xiao Ye said: "How about you and I open a bookstore together? In this case, no matter how much money we make, it will be ours!"