surnamed Wang

Chapter 339
Wang Gangquan looked at the erotic pictures in front of him with trembling hands, and the veins on his forehead couldn't stop jumping again and again.

The binding of this book is fine, it is not a shoddy thing at first glance, it may have been printed in large batches, and the illustrations in it are as exquisite as the meticulous painting by everyone hanging on the wall of the living room of the Wangfu.

And there is a poem under each illustration, which adds a lot of color to the whole book, especially the sentence "A pear blossom presses the pear blossom", which is even more magical.

……

Wang Gangquan suppressed his anger, looked at the opposite woman with a "smile" all over his face, and asked softly:

"Little sister, where did you get this book?"

The woman looked at the book that the other party was clutching tightly, her face full of distress, she wanted to say something but dared not say it, it was a collector's edition that she bought for a lot of money.

Wang Gangquan also realized that his expression was too ferocious, so he quickly straightened out the books in his hand, and tried to show a warm smile and said:

"Girl, don't be afraid, Wang just wants to inquire."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the writing brush on the table beside him, signed his name on the title page of the book, and handed it back.

Seeing this, the woman relaxed and said softly:
"This book is sold in all major bookstores in the capital, but due to the status of the prince, most of it has not been put on the bookshelf, and it is only sold privately."

After the woman finished speaking, she turned and left gently.

The elegant smile on Wang Gangquan's face gradually turned into a sneer.

……

In Wenmoxuan, the largest bookstore in Beijing, the clerk was yawning boredly, when a young man in a long gown walked in.

Brother Young Master first pretended to look around, then leaned over to the clerk, and said in a low voice:

"My little brother, is there any "Yiyou Tu" in the store?" The word "Yiyou" is split from the word "sleeve", so it means broken sleeve.

Hearing this, the clerk raised his head and looked at the person strangely. In the past, the ones he bought were all rich ladies. After buying them with a blushing face, they immediately wrapped them in silk cloth, for fear of being seen by others. Young Master Brother unexpectedly also has this kind of hobby.

However, there was no reason to push it out if there was a business coming. The clerk looked around, then sneaked into the back room, and soon took out two books.

"Here, it just arrived, the fourth edition, which one do you want?"

Hearing the words, the son-in-law on the opposite side twitched his face, and said calmly:
"Dare to ask my brother, what's the difference?"

"One is ordinary, 50 taels of silver, and the other is hardcover, with colorful illustrations inside, 100 taels."

The son on the other side suddenly frowned and said:

"Do you know who I am?"

"I don't care who you are, do you want it or not?"

The buddy is also a little impatient, he really does not worry about selling this book, every time it is sold out within a few days after receiving it.

Hearing the words, the son-in-law first smiled slightly, then turned cold and said:

"Grab it!"

With an order, a large number of officials poured into the bookstore and surrounded the guys.

The bookstore clerk had never seen such a battle before, his pants were almost peeing in fear, he quickly knelt down and begged for mercy:
"This official, I know my mistake."

Even if he didn't know the young man in front of him, he knew what he was selling. It was not illegal to sell erotic pictures, but it would be a serious crime if the protagonist was a prince.

"Say, where did you get the goods from?"

Wang Bingquan, dressed in white, squinted his eyes and asked.

……

In a printing factory on the outskirts of Beijing, a group of women are working in full swing.

A petite woman in a cyan floral dress is binding sheets of printed rice paper into a book. Looking at the three characters "Yi You Tu" written in beautiful fonts on the cover, the woman can't help but turn orange to the side. The oval-faced woman in the long skirt asked:
"Sister Lu, do you think this fourth edition will be a hit?"

The woman with an oval face surnamed Lu was lowering her head to check the printing plate, when she heard this, she raised her head and said with a slight smile:

"Don't worry, the workmanship this time is even more detailed than last time, we also added more colors, the sales must be good."

After the oval-faced woman finished speaking, she turned her head to look at a woman in Tsing Yi who was concentrating on writing, "But Ah Qing is troubled. Every cover of the Collector's Edition needs to be handwritten."

The woman in Tsing Yi is named Nanmen Fuqing, her family is one of the largest in the capital, and she usually looks cold when she is outside. Only when she is with the sisters, can she let go a lot. At this moment, she said with a smile on her face:
"It doesn't matter, we women are always regarded as a foil for men on weekdays, and we are destined to be husbands and children all our lives, so life is boring. Now that we can do what we like, no matter how tired we are, I am happy in my heart.

Sister Zhou is going to get married next month, so no matter what we say, we have to raise enough private money for her, so that I won't be angry when I go to my husband's house. "

"Sister Qing is right. It is said that talented women are not inferior to good sons. We must not let those men underestimate them."

The pink-clothed woman surnamed Zhou agreed, her family background was as prominent as the other women present, and her father was a second-rank official who was a serious official of the Six Books.

The women have a clear division of labor, some are in charge of printmaking, some are in charge of printing, some are in charge of inscribing poems and writing covers, and some are in charge of binding...

There were a total of five people in the group, but one of them happened to be absent today, otherwise the printing speed would have been much faster.

……

While the four women were talking and laughing, the door of the house was kicked open with a "bang", and a large group of officials rushed in.

The leader was dressed in a white long gown. Although it was the first time for the women to see this person, they recognized him at a glance. It was the Eight Princes who had been printed countless times by them.

With a cold face, Wang Gingquan looked at the several women in the room with their own merits, and said straight to the point:

"Who gave you the courage to smear this king behind your back?"

Ladies, you look at me, I look at you, and then look at the handsome man on the opposite side, they all blushed at the same time.

Seeing this, Wang Gingquan frowned even more, and thought to himself, wasn't the printing just now very exciting?Why are you blushing now?
With his cultivation level, the conversation of the few people just now naturally did not fall into his ears at all, and he probably guessed the identities of the women. If it wasn't for the backing of the family, he would not dare to make fun of him as a prince.

The Nanmen clan alone is already one of the most wealthy families in the capital. The reason why Wang Gangquan didn't get mad was also because of the woman with the blue name.

……

"Don't worry, this king will not make things difficult for you, but don't think about leaving so easily. This king will ask the elders of your family to pick you up. I want to see what they say."

While Wang Gangquan was speaking, he still did not forget to glance at the woman in Tsing Yi.

Several women who didn't respond at first panicked when they heard the words, and the oval-faced woman in the lead said quickly:
"My lord, we have been allowed to do this."

"Whose permission?" Wang Gangquan frowned.

"princess."

Wang Gingquan was stunned for a moment, Yan Rongrong is the only one who can be called a princess in the capital.

At this moment, a cold voice came from behind him:

"It is indeed my permission, what's the matter?"

……

In the palace, Wang Bingquan asked with a smile:
"Why is this lady like this?"

Yan Rongrong glanced at him and said lightly:

"Where do you think the expenses of such a large palace come from? The head of the family knows that Chai Migui is expensive. There are so many people living in the palace, and the daily expenses alone are quite a lot.

Although we have a fief, there was still a period of time before the autumn harvest, and it was the time when the crops were not harvested, and the mansion really couldn't get rid of the pot, so I made this terrible decision. "

"Then we can't sell my reputation for money. In this way, you continue to sell, but if the protagonist is replaced by someone else, will it work?" Wang Gangquan still laughed with him, persuading him with kind words.

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(End of this chapter)