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In this era, the free market is just being planned, and the shopkeepers who do small businesses are not particularly thick-skinned.

At least they are not thick-skinned enough to open their eyes and talk nonsense.

It's always a shame when something like this happens.

What's more, the grandeur of the old lady in front of her made it look like she was not a simple person.

He didn't dare to offend easily.

"Don't be nervous, lad."

Seeing the shopkeeper's reaction, Mr. Ding couldn't help but smiled gently, "I just want to see what the books you sell look like."

"Also... what else can it look like, just look like a book."

The young shopkeeper muttered softly, but he didn't stop him, "You can do whatever you want, I bought this book with money, it's not a fake."

Mr. Ding walked around the store, picked up a few comic books, flipped through them and put them back.

Then he looked at the shopkeeper: "Young man, do you know why my students know that you are selling pirated books?"

"I... I don't know."

The shopkeeper blushed, "I went to the provincial capital to buy the goods. They said it was true. It was published by "Children's Heart". I really didn't know..."

"You were scammed by those pirates."

The old man's tone was gentle, and he couldn't tell whether he was angry or not. "It just so happens that I have a copy with me. This is the real book published by "Children's Heart"."

"Do you see the difference between the two books?"

Old Ding took out a copy of the newly published Three Dozens of Hundred Bone Essence from his pocket, and handed it to the young man with a smile in his eyes.

The owner carefully took the book from the old lady, read it carefully, and finally blushed like a monkey's butt, and could not speak.

"do you understand?"

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time after reading it, Ding Lao asked gently, "You said that this book with illegible handwriting hurts children's eyes if they read it?"

"Look at these illustrations. They are not as good as my great-grandson's. Do you think this will affect the children's aesthetics?"

"Old... old man, I... I really don't know."

The shopkeeper carefully returned the books, "The next time I see those people again, I will scold them for making black money."

"Don't worry, I won't sell these books, unless I can get the real genuine books."

"With your words, my old lady can rest assured."

Speaking of this, Old Ding smiled, "Don't worry, since my student interfered with your business today, then I, as a teacher, will compensate you."

"Well, I'll give you a note, you take it to the Provincial Library to find Director Liang..."

"Old Ding wait."

Before Mr. Ding could finish speaking, a voice came from the crowd, "You asked people to find Director Liang, isn't it embarrassing him?"

"I know a young man in the library. It would be more appropriate for the young man to find him."

"Old Fang, tell me quickly."

Ding Laojing's old friend reminded him, and he also reacted.

After all, the young man had never experienced a big scene, so it was not right for him to go directly to Director Liang for such a trivial matter.

Old Fang smiled and said, "Young man, take this bag and go to the Young Library to find someone named Fang Yuan, and say Fang Yamei introduced it."

While speaking, she took the note from Old Ding, took out the pen she carried with her and wrote a few words on it before handing it to the shopkeeper.

"Hey, Lao Fang, so you have juniors working in the provincial library."

"Hey, that kid is not influenced by me, he likes to read and study, so he found such a job after graduation."

Old Fang smiled, "Young man, if you go, they will arrange for you the qualification to sell genuine books, and then you will be able to sell books in a fair way."

"This...I..."

(End of this chapter)

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