"Although the words are simple and simple, the artistic conception is so powerful that it can be regarded as a first-class poem."
"Black hair, white head, just two words can make our students feel nervous."
"I think this Chen Mu does have some talent, if not..."
"Are you here to buy books?"
Just when a few people were chatting happily, Liu Si stepped forward and asked.
Several people turned their heads and looked at Liu Si and others, and then their eyes fell on Chen Mu.
I saw a few people cupping their hands and saying, "I guess this is Mr. Chen. There is really a talent in his brows."
Seeing that he was recognized, Chen Mu couldn't help but joked: "Haha, I'm talented? I guess a sow can climb a tree."
After hearing this, several people looked at each other and couldn't help but smile awkwardly. How could they not understand the meaning of Chen Mu's words? A few days ago, all the scribes in the city scolded Chen Mu for being unlucky. Now they say that there is talent in his eyebrows.
I can't help but make people laugh.
One of the leading scholars bowed his hands and said: "Haha, I made Mr. Chen laugh. It is true that I came here because of your book A Chinese Ghost Story, but..."
The scholar gave Liu Si and others a bad look, then raised his hands to a teahouse on a neighboring street and said, "Can I give you a face?"
"Okay, but you guys are treating me."
After pondering for a long time, Chen Mu couldn't figure out what these people were holding back. He thought it was okay, so he just wanted to see what they wanted to do.
Tea is a good thing. It is green in color, bitter in the mouth, and sweet after a long time. It has the properties of the five elements and has the effect of clearing the stomach and refreshing the mind. In the previous life, Chen Mu also liked to drink this stuff.
It's just that Chen Mu is not a refined scholar, and he doesn't understand the subtleties of tea.
If you like to drink strong tea, you should put half a cup of tea leaves in a cup of tea. Although the strong tea is bitter, your heart will tremble, but when you get back to the sweetness, your head will feel refreshed. It is bitter first and then sweet. This is the tea ceremony.
After taking a sip of tea, Chen Mu swallowed the tea leaves he brought into his mouth, and then looked at a few people: "Guys, tell me what's going on."
The leading scholar had a smile on his face, and then took out Chen Mu's A Chinese Ghost Story: "Sir, this book is really brilliant, but it is only sold in a small shop like this, so it is really buried."
Chen Mu smiled: "Are you here for the copyright of my book? You must be from Bi Mo Bookstore."
Hearing Chen Mu's words, his expression changed slightly: "Haha, we are indeed from Bi Mo Bookstore. This book is indeed brilliantly written by Mr. Zimo. Miss Zimo also greatly appreciated it. If this book can be published in Bi Mo Bookstore,
Selling in shops, there are hundreds of shops in Yizhou, the profits can be imagined, the money earned... is definitely not comparable to your shop."
Hearing this, Chen Mu took another sip of tea. He didn't want to refuse. As long as the money was paid, he would sell a Chinese Ghost Story.
"Okay, let's talk about the price."
The scholar looked at Chen Mu, a little confused: "Sir, you should know... there is no price in the Bi-Ink Bookstore, and the profit after the event will be split 50-50."
"No money? Free prostitution? Just in case the sales are not good, why don't you do anything to Prince Mo? Just give her 50-50 cents to split the big pie? And you have to make her Prince Mo famous?"
When pressed by Chen Mu, the scholar's smile grew uglier: "Sir, his writing is so good, how can the sales be poor? He will definitely earn more than he does now. The 50-50 split is definitely a good deal. As for this famous... historical...
Rules, I have heard that your husband admires the talented lady Wang. Maybe if you sell this book to Bi Mo Bookstore, you can even meet the talented lady Wang."
The scholar knew that Chen Mu had been squatting in front of the pen and ink bookstore every day, waiting for the talented lady Wang. He originally hoped that he could be punished for this matter, but unexpectedly, Chen Mu sneered at that moment.
"Humph, that's it? What kind of women have I never played with? We met once, but we couldn't play with them. She didn't take off her clothes, so she just wanted to get it for free. Why should she?"
After saying that, Chen Mu drank the last bit of tea in the cup and walked away.
Being choked by Chen Mu's extremely hooligan words, several people looked at each other and didn't know what to say.
As for Chen Mu, although he looked rogue, he couldn't help but feel a sense of vigilance in his heart.
That day, Liu Jingtang was not asked to post flyers to two urban areas in the southwest because he was afraid of being discovered by this ink shop. Even if he would be discovered sooner or later, it would not be now.
A Chinese Ghost Story is a small matter, but living printing is a big deal. Printing is Chen Mu's only competitive advantage.
At this time, the shop was once again overcrowded. Liu Si was still collecting money at the front desk, and his elder brother was greeting people inside. Maybe it was because of the occasion, but there were also a lot of customers today.
There are also many wealthy households among them, who must have come from Southwest City because of their fame. This is the effect Chen Mu wants. Fame only serves as a diversion. What can truly lead to long-term peace and stability is the quality of the books.
"Bang!"
"You country boy, how dare you step on my shoes!"
But at this moment, bursts of beatings and scoldings suddenly came from the innermost part of the shop.
I saw a well-dressed middle-aged Confucian scholar holding a book in one hand and kicking a young junior student.
The man who was kicked was the one Chen Mu brought from the village to help him. He was a young man, about fifteen or sixteen years old.
Perhaps it was because he was too thin that when the Confucian scholar stepped down, the young man could not get up for a long time. After struggling to get up, he knelt down and begged the Confucian scholar again.
"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to step on you."
Seeing this, the elder brother in charge hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him: "Hey, sir, what are you doing..."
Seeing that his eldest brother was also dressed in poverty, the Confucian scholar took a step back with a look of disgust, then frowned and said: "My shoes are made of fine leather. If this country boy kicks them off, I will be told how to wear them in the future."
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The eldest brother bowed and smiled and said, "Hey, if you don't take it off, I'll wash it for you? I'll bring it to you tomorrow."
The scholar glared at his eldest brother: "Can I still wear it after being stained by the filth of you country people? I don't want it anymore. I'll pay for it."
"How much... do you want?"
"Six hundred coins, made of leather, not cheap."
The Confucian scholar squinted his eyes and raised his head, feeling that everything seemed to be taken for granted. The shoes were actually only two hundred yuan, but who would have expected that this country boy would come to his door.
Look at the business of this shop is booming, so making a fortune like this can help meet the various expenses required for the next year's provincial examination. He has done this kind of thing before. These shops are afraid that customers will make trouble and affect the business of the shop, so they will spend a lot of money.
Just a few bucks and that's all.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar naturally thought that he had killed these shops.
"Are you... not going too far..." Six hundred yuan, even if he makes ten thousand yuan today, but just changing into such a pair of shabby shoes, it really feels like peeling off a person's flesh.
"This is leather...ah!"
Before the Confucian scholar could make any more arrogant remarks, he saw a foot being chopped violently on his foot.
I don’t know how hard he used it, but the scream was so loud that even people on the street couldn’t help but stop and look into the shop.
In front of everyone's eyes, it was Chen Mu who was flying down with his kick.
The Confucian scholar was in unbearable pain. After hurriedly breaking free, he pointed at Chen Mu and scolded him.
"You guys..."
"Fuck you!"
Chen Mu is a rough person. For these people who like to talk nonsense and are extremely hypocritical, there is really no need to talk nonsense and give them a beating first.
"You like to trick people, don't you? Bang! You want 600 coins, right? Bang! There's something bad about country people, right? Bang!"
After dozens of slaps in a row, the Confucian scholar's eyes were filled with stars and his cheeks were blood red.
This shocked Liu Si, Liu Jingtang and others. They heard that customers hit the store, but this was the first time they saw the store beating the customers.
"Do you still want to pay compensation?"
Chen Mu raised his hand as if to strike. Seeing this, the pig-headed Confucian scholar quickly waved his hands in fear and said: "No compensation... No compensation!"
"roll!"
Seeing Chen Mu pointing angrily at the door, the Confucian scholar got up and ran out as if fleeing for safety.