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Chapter 32 These Are Kato Taka

The backyard of Shangmo Bookstore.

Movable type printing equipment occupies nearly half of the house, and each type looks extremely regular and exquisite, and the type is connected to the ink sac, which can automatically fill ink.The fonts are inlaid on the dial, and some commonly used characters have several backups, and the less commonly used characters are basically complete.

A joystick is even added, which is very convenient to operate. If a steam engine is added and modified, it can even be printed automatically.

Ying Wuji couldn't help being amazed, he didn't expect such a huge amount of tasks to be completed in only two days.

And there are three sets!

They even sent some more trustworthy Mohists, on the one hand to earn wages, and on the other hand, they really wanted to make friends with Ying Wuji.

Zhai Yun rubbed his hands together, with an eager expression on his face: "My lord, when shall we do it?"

Ying Wuji smiled and said, "The ink and paper have already been prepared, and we can do it now."

Anyway, all the paper shops are now his property, and they can be called at any time. There is no problem when the payment is settled, and the ink is ready early. After so much investment in the early stage, it can finally be opened.

Zhai Yun asked: "What book will be printed first?"

Ying Wuji directly took out a booklet from his bosom: "Let's read Lan Lingsheng's "Shanhai Tales" first. Lan Lingsheng has been getting a lot of limelight these days, so let's take advantage of his power to grab it. a sum."

Seeing "Mountain and Sea Tales", Zhai Yun subconsciously showed disdain.

Although a hundred schools of thought are contending nowadays, there is still a chain of contempt. As the only school that does not belong to the top ten schools, novelists are naturally at the bottom of the chain of contempt, and are inferior to doctors and farmers.

But he didn't say much, because "Mountain and Sea Tales" is indeed quite popular. Not only rich young men and women like these strange contents, but also many students in the folk like these things. The first two volumes have been widely circulated and transcribed. Books are in a period of short supply.

Many people from wealthy families even came to Jiangcheng specially to buy a copy.

It is perfect to use it to make money.

Seeing Zhai Yun's strange expression, Ying Wuji couldn't help but ask, "Brother Zhai, do you have an opinion?"

Zhai Yun's expression was a bit complicated: "This book lacks in philosophy, but it is just a mixture of street talk and existing monsters and ghosts in the world, so it can be sold at a good price. If the people's wisdom is enlightened, so can my Mohist studies. Mohism The guild will not be so short of money."

Gee.

Even if the people's wisdom is enlightened, it is impossible for Mohist works to sell better than this!
Ying Wuji didn't quite have the heart to expose this matter. After all, who wouldn't want to make money? Besides, Li Guo is a country with a great culture, and even has the awareness of copyright protection. For every book sold, the author will be given a commission.

The average volume of books nowadays is less than [-], about [-] articles.Given that the average monthly income of ordinary people is less than two guan, it is undoubtedly a luxury.

According to market conditions, 350 papers for paper, [-] papers for transcription, a total profit of [-] papers, of which [-]% goes to the author, which is [-] papers.

As long as 25 copies are sold, the author will take away two taels of profit.

If the author is alive, it will be sent directly to the author after deducting taxes, and will be sent to the descendants 50 years after his death.

If it is a hundred classics, most of the authors have died, and the profits will be sent to the nearest academies.

Ying Wuji also thumped his thigh: "This time, I'm afraid I'm going to be pissed off by Lan Lingsheng!"

He also had the idea of ​​copying books by himself. He had read "Mountain and Sea Strange Tales" and it was all folk street talk. The novelty was there, but the storyline was much worse. If he copied it, "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio" would explode him Ten streets, but he urgently needs quick money to get back his capital, and the best way is to take advantage of Lan Lingsheng's east wind.

Zhai Yun also acquiesced in this result: "It's lucky for him! Next month will be a grand meeting of hundreds of schools, and a lot of students from various countries have already come. We will work harder to publish it, and you can use this time to make money!"

"Brother Zhai, hard work!"

Ying Wuji couldn't help sighing, these Mohists are all hard-working masters, he didn't know it before, but later he found out that Zhai Yun is the deacon of the craftsman department of the Jiangcheng Branch, such a big guy has no pretensions, and It is not easy to be so dedicated.

But that’s right, when we talked about it before, the salary has been changed to a piece-based model, and one copy is printed for ten cents. With the current situation, three sets of movable type can easily print 50 copies a day, and [-] copies a month.If we work harder, each person can earn far more than [-] taels.

This guy's salary is higher than that of Qianhu, so he can't earn it to death?

The inkmen quickly took action.

Ying Wuji finally got his leisure, and returned to the bookstore. The store was still extremely deserted, and few customers came to buy books. If it continues like this, it may not be possible to sell out all the books in a year.

The little maid, Bai Zhi, was playing chess with Wu Dan, and killed the young master of the state of Wu until he threw up his helmet and armor, complaining endlessly.

Seeing Ying Wuji come out, Wu Dan hurriedly messed up the chessboard with his fat right hand: "No more, no more! This game is a draw!"

Bai Zhi refused to accept: "Obviously you are about to lose! Don't play tricks, give the money quickly, I have to support the young master!"

"Don't make any trouble, I want to discuss business with your young master."

Wu Dan waved his hand and looked at Ying Wuji: "Brother Wuji! How about it, are my Mohist friends still reliable?"

Ying Wuji smiled and nodded: "Not bad! In the future, the store will earn [-]% of your income!"

"real or fake?"

"That must be true, where is Sister Hua Chao?"

"Isn't that in the accounting room?"

"Ok!"

Ying Wuji nodded, then went straight to the accountant's room and knocked on the door, and pushed the door open after hearing the sound.

Hua Chaozheng was writing and drawing on the paper with his chin in his hands, as if he was trying to settle accounts.

She put down her pen, with a worried expression on her face: "Wuji, are those ink writers Kato Taka who copies thousands of books every day?"

These days, her brows haven't been relaxed.

After all, with so much money invested, how could she not be worried.

Although Ying Wuji said that "copying thousands of books every day" doesn't seem like a bluff, and he seems to be busy with these things in the backyard recently, but this kind of thing sounds a bit out of place after all.

She really wanted to see what Ying Wuji was up to in the backyard, but she also knew that Ying Wuji's bottom line could not be crossed, so she could only be anxious.

Ying Wuji grinned: "That's right! They all got my true biography, and they add up to a thousand copies a day. There is absolutely no problem. You can just wait for the inspection tomorrow!"

After a few days of getting along, his affection for this sister has increased.

After all, she is big.

Of course, he was referring to age, older people know how to be considerate.

Moreover, not only age, but also caring and eye-catching.

The most important thing is that people are good. As long as Ying Wuji has nothing else to do, he will usually stay here.

"Really?"

"Sister Hua Chao doesn't believe me?"

"letter……"

When Hua Chao heard that the goods could be inspected tomorrow, he finally felt relieved, and asked again: "Then how much do you think we should set? If it is too high, I'm afraid we won't be able to steal the business from other bookstores."

Ying Wuji stretched out three fingers: "Three hundred words!"

"Three hundred words!"

Hua Chao was shocked. She never expected that Ying Wuji's price would be less than half of the market price. No matter how remote the location was, countless people would come to buy it. After all, even if the price was still high for ordinary people, It is barely affordable, and the source of customers is larger than imagined.

But she was still aware of the problem inside: "But for a volume of three hundred articles, I'm afraid you can't even hire a copyist?"

Ying Wuji waved his hand: "Don't worry! They only need ten coins for copying a copy!"

"Ten words! How is it possible?"

"Sister Hua Chao believes in me!"

Then Ying Wuji explained the profit model to her.

A book sells for [-] renminbi, and normal paper costs [-] renminbi, but the paper business can be reduced to [-] renminbi, and the ink is the worst, about [-] renminbi. The bookbinder sent ten papers.

In this way, the profit will be about 220 articles per volume, which will be distributed to the author a lot, so the fake accounts must be done, and the cost of 120 articles will be forcibly calculated on Ying Wuji. The reason is that Ying Wuji learned that he copied thousands of copies a day No matter how outrageous the spell of the book is, the cost of copying the book is much lower than others.

In this way, the profit on the surface is [-] yuan, and [-]% is given to the author, which is [-] yuan.

On average, a book makes a profit of 6000 taels, and [-] copies a month is [-] taels.

"Ten taels?"

Hua Chao was stunned.

(End of this chapter)