Xiao Chengyi said in a calm voice: "Don't be nervous, I will ask you a few questions, you just need to answer them truthfully."
Boss Zhao nodded hurriedly: "The common people must tell you everything they know and tell you everything."
Xiao Chengyi nodded and asked: "Who painted this Ghost Fox Chronicles? Who painted this unique painting?"
Boss Zhao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said: "This is not because the common people refuse to say it, but because the common people really don't know.
Generally, when people come to our bookstore to publish a book, we will have a contract as proof, and the income will be shared with the publisher.
But the author of the Ghost Fox Chronicles is very strange. He provided us with the manuscript without taking any money, saying it was just to gain fame."
Xiao Chengyi said coldly: "Speak clearly."
Boss Zhao was startled and hurriedly told the whole story truthfully: "Three days ago, a girl wearing a veil came with a manuscript and asked us to help publish it as a book.
She asked for a thousand copies to be printed, and gave us a large sum of money for printing. She also said that all the money from the sales would belong to us.
Such a good thing can be said to be pie in the sky. How could I not agree? I have nothing to lose?
So I proofread and printed a thousand copies all night long. Unexpectedly, there was a heart-breaking case yesterday. The Ghost Fox Chronicles became popular inexplicably. The only question is who is the author's last name, is he a man or a woman, and where does he live?
, we know nothing.
The girl left the manuscript and left. She was wearing a veil, so we don't know what she looked like."
After hearing what Boss Zhao said, Xiao Chengyi felt more and more that someone was setting up a big trap.
He frowned and asked again: "Where is the painting?"
Boss Zhao said: "Someone placed this painting at the door of our bookstore. By the way, that person also left a letter."
He hurriedly handed the letter he received to Xiao Chengyi.
After Xiao Chengyi opened it, he saw that the letter was blank, with no trace at all.
He frowned and stared at the blank letter with an incomprehensible expression.
When Boss Zhao saw that he was silent, he took a curious look and saw that it was a blank piece of paper. He was so frightened that his expression suddenly changed and he hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, every word of the common people is true and there is no deception."
Xiao Chengyi folded the letter, put it away, and asked: "Who did you receive this letter from?"
Boss Zhao said: "I placed it in front of the store together with this unique copy early this morning."
Xiao Chengyi's eyes were heavy. Why did he feel that this orphan copy was kept especially for him? He raised his eyes, looked at Boss Zhao and asked: "Is the draft of Ghost Fox's Strange Records still there?"
"Here, there."
Boss Zhao hurriedly stood up, took the box containing the draft, and gingerly placed it on the table and opened it.
All I saw was a thick stack of handwritten drafts inside.
Xiao Chengyi took a draft and looked at it. The handwriting was very straight and beautiful, and it looked like it was written by a woman.
However, the draft does not necessarily have to be written by the person behind the scenes. He can definitely find someone to write it for him.
But what about that letter? Why didn't he find someone to write it for him? Instead, he used special means to hide the handwriting?
Xiao Chengyi's heart was in confusion. He stretched out his hand to rub his forehead, stood up and said: "This Ghost Fox Chronicles is suspected of deceiving the people. Starting today, your bookstore will be temporarily sealed. I hope you can cooperate with the government investigation."
After leaving these words, he asked Qingying to put away the physical evidence and left Sihai Bookstore.
At this time, it was already noon.
Xiao Chengyi walked aimlessly on the street, thinking about everything that had happened recently.
While he was lost in thought, he unexpectedly heard a voice calling him from behind: "Brother."