Mixed with salted fish in Hongwudang

Chapter 106 Is this book written by the emperor's grandson?
When Ding Hao heard this, his mind froze on the spot.

They didn't come to return the books, but to buy them!

How is this possible? Your Highness wrote that stuff, isn't it a free gift and no one wants it?

"Guest officers, are you here to amuse the villain?"

"Bah!"

"You shopkeeper, why do you look down on people? Although a tael of silver is expensive, as long as the book is good, we can still afford it!"

"Just tell me if there is any stock, I want three copies!"

"I want ten copies!"

"I want twenty copies..."

Ding Hao was even more shocked when he saw that these people didn't buy the books, but came to wholesale.

Could it be that His Royal Highness has enlightened this time and finally wrote a fire book?

Thinking of this, Ding Hao became very excited.

"Guest officers, wait a moment, I'll send someone to urge me to see if there is any stock in the printing workshop!"

"Then hurry up, you want to kill us!"

The Banking Bureau has been working overtime to print books. After receiving the reminder from the bookstore, they immediately sent over [-] books exuding the fragrance of fresh ink.

As soon as the five hundred books arrived at the bookstore, they were swept away by customers flocking to them before they had time to hit the shelves.

As for those who came late, they squatted at the door and waited for someone to return the goods while scolding the store's black heart.

On the contrary, a few students from poor families stayed up all night and read the first volume of Jin Ping Mei several times. They really didn't find any mistakes.

Therefore, thinking that the store promised to return the book at any time, they rushed over to return the book.

However, they were stopped before they entered the shop.

"Brother, are you here to return the book?"

"I'll charge you an extra [-] yuan!"

"Get up!"

"Brother, I will increase the price by three hundred Wen..."

"Don't argue with me, anyone, my master said, two taels of silver will be accepted as a package, as much as you want!"

Ding Hao stood at the door of the shop and saw this scene dumbfounded. He has been in the capital dialect circle for many years, and he has seen many popular dialects, but it is the first time that he has doubled the price and bought second-hand books that others have read. See.

How well the book had to be written to cause such a rush!
At this moment, he was extremely regretful. If he had known earlier, he should have withheld a copy and kept it for himself...

Ten days later, Sanwei Bookstore had shipped a total of [-] copies, and the popularity of Jin Ping Mei remained undiminished.

Applying Liu Yong's allusion, that is, where there is a well, all talk about Jin Ping Mei!
Hundreds of copies are sold every day, but the printing speed is already sufficient, and there is more or less stock in the store.

People who come into the store every day are either to buy books, or to find out when the next one will be out.

Ding Hao not only finished reading the first volume these days, but also took advantage of his position to finish reading the second volume which is in preparation period.

After reading it, Ding Hao not only no longer doubted his Highness's ability to write a book, but also marveled at his method of dismantling a book into multiple volumes, which is a revolutionary innovation in the world of the script.

He had a premonition that such business models would sweep across the country and become the mainstream sales model in the Huaben industry in the future.

Because no matter how good the book is, there is a golden sales period. After about a month, the market is overwhelmingly imitated books, and the original author can't make any money at all.

Now His Royal Highness has divided a book into multiple volumes, which can be said to have solved this problem perfectly.

Although imitation printing is still inevitable, it guarantees the stable income of subsequent scripts.

After all, no matter how good the imitation printing business is, it is impossible to imitate the script that has not yet been printed, right?

While Ding Hao was looking forward to the future, another guest walked into Sanwei Bookstore.

The guest is an old man over sixty years old, with gray hair and hale and hearty spirit, with a faint smile on his face all the time, appearing very friendly and accommodating.

If Huang Zicheng saw this person, he would greet him enthusiastically, and then respectfully call him teacher.

This person is none other than Yang Xinlu, the son of Yang Weizhen, the great sage recommended by him to the princess, the leading figure in the Jiangnan literary world.

Not only did Yang Xinlu take over his father's position as a leader in the literary world, he was also secretly an author of story books, and under the pseudonym of Taoist Plum Blossom, he published a masterpiece that became popular in the capital.

He originally thought that Daming's script level was just like this, but when he saw "Jin Ping Mei" recommended by a friend, he was shocked.

When Ding Hao saw this person's clothes, he knew that this person was an extraordinary person, so he hurriedly greeted him warmly.

"May I ask you if you want to buy the Four Books and Five Classics, or..."

Yang Xinlu took out a copy of "Jin Ping Mei" from his sleeve, and shook it in front of the waiter.

"When will the second volume of this book be released?"

"It is expected to be the first of next month!"

"Can I introduce the author of this book?"

When Ding Hao heard this, he immediately became vigilant. This person actually inquired about the identity of his master. Could it be that he wanted to harm his master?
As soon as Yang Xinlu saw the vigilant expression of the other party, he knew that he had unintentionally violated his taboo.

For any bookseller, an author who can write a storybook is a cash cow, how can he easily show it to others?

"Don't misunderstand the shop owner. I don't make a living from this. I just admire the author of this book and I want you to recommend it for me."

"I have a handwritten letter here, please pass it on to the author of your book."

Along with the envelope, Yang Xinlu handed over an ingot of gold ingots, at least five taels in weight, and worth at least 30 taels of silver when converted into silver.Even according to the official price comparison, it is still a huge sum of 20 taels, enough for a guy's salary for a year.

It’s just that Ding Hao is not an ordinary clerk. He is called a clerk, but he actually does the work of the shopkeeper. Every year, the salary alone is 50 taels, and there are bonuses and rewards at the end of the month. 100 taels away.

Therefore, the "sincerity" that Yang Xinlu threw out was directly ignored by Ding Hao. He just accepted the letter, but returned the gold ingot as it was.

"The villain thanked the nobleman for the reward, but the villain Fu Boxiao couldn't afford such a big reward!"

"But the nobleman's letter, the villain will definitely forward it to my master on your behalf. As for whether my master is willing to see you, that's unknown."

"Your master?"

Yang Xinlu was stunned when he heard the words, if his memory is correct, this shop is the property of an emperor's grandson.

The waiter subconsciously said that he would hand over the letter to its owner. Could it be that this book was written by the emperor's grandson?
Yang Xinlu just thought about it for a while, and felt that this matter was too ridiculous.

Oh, by the way, who is the youngest, it seems that a few years ago, he became a Jieyuan, and now he is teaching the princes and grandchildren to read in the Dabentang, right?

Find someone to ask that child another day if he knows who the author of these divine books is!
(End of this chapter)