My book friend Long Aotian

Chapter 38 It was obviously me first!

The prison system of Linxian County Government is the same as that of other places.

They are all divided into light prisons, heavy prisons, women's prisons and death row. Prisoners are detained separately according to their crimes, identities and genders to avoid trouble.

However, if someone was involved in the case but was not charged with a crime for the time being, and because the case was complicated, they could not be released for the time being, and the person involved was of extraordinary status, all these factors made it difficult for the law enforcement officers of the yamen to directly put him in prison. Therefore, a few more elegant seats were added to the side wing of the patrol yamen.

Last night, a new guest checked into the private room of the police station.

This new guest is amazing.

From dawn till now, officials from the six offices of Lihu, Lie, Bing, Xinggong, the county magistrate's office, the county lieutenant's office, various police chiefs, and even two legal advisors...all the officials in the county office, big and small, came to visit.

Some people came just to take a look out of curiosity, while others would close the door and have a secret conversation with the person in the room, which could last up to half an hour.

Some people went and came back, and even brought some food and drinks with them.

As for the letters, clothes and food sent by the family members, yamen runners brought them in early in the morning.

Such a large crowd of people was a rare sight for the police station. The errand boy who came on duty in the morning was surprised and confused when he saw this grand scene. He hurriedly asked his companions, "Could it be that the Jie Yuanlang has been detained?"

"Bah, who are you looking down on, you outsider?"

The companion being questioned was a native of Lin County, and was very proud of Li Bailong, the top scholar.

He just arrogantly retorted, "With our current status and achievements, if we were to be arrested by the government, it would be a capital crime. The imperial envoy would personally bring a golden medal to execute us, put us in the death row, and send us to the capital for trial. We might even be beheaded and our head would be displayed to the whole country. Why would we detain him in such a filthy place?"

Xiang Wo Ning was shocked and confused when he heard this, and always felt that something was wrong.

After careful questioning, I found out that the person staying in the private room was not Li Jieyuan, but a bookseller.

The boss's surname is Chen, and he runs the Chen Family Bookstore on Yunjin Street in Lin County. His name is Chen Baitang, and he is a famous wealthy man in the county.

His bookshop, which combines printing and selling books, has been in business for more than 20 years and has undergone three expansions. He now employs four type pickers, two typesetters, four dyers and printers, seven engravers, two managers, and four waiters. He also has a total of 12 storytellers working in the county's teahouses and taverns, who receive money from him every month.

With so many employees, the company must have good management and ways to make money. Chenjia Bookstore has been deeply rooted in the local market and occupies half of the Lin County publishing industry.

From "Wumeng Yaoxun", "Sanshi Jing" and "Qian Zi Jue" bought by rural farmers for their children, to the "Basic Martial Arts" series of books compiled by the Imperial Secretariat and used by martial arts schools in the city to teach apprentices, to even announcements and manuals from government offices, and flyers and advertisements from all walks of life, there was no business that Chen's bookstore did not take.

Not to mention the various legendary stories and novels, which are selling extremely well.

——In recent decades, thanks to the court's implementation of the national policy of sending officials to cities and rural areas to teach literacy in order to increase the martial arts rate of children, the literary and art circles of the Great Qi Dynasty have also benefited from the increase in literacy rates and have developed rapidly, with the demand for folk entertainment products growing day by day.

Among many literary and artistic forms, Boss Chen is extremely obsessed with leisure books.

It is said that true fans will not sit and wait for updates, but will take the initiative to open a website to expand the market and cultivate audiences. He spent more than ten years to cultivate a solid readership in Lin County, and thus made a name for himself.

There were even bad coders from neighboring states and counties who took the trouble to submit their own books.

After all, Chen Baitang was a country gentleman from a small county town with limited knowledge. He did not realize that his industry had quietly transformed from printing to publishing.

He just patiently reviews every submission, prints and distributes the excellent content, gives the authors a remuneration, and carefully nurtures every newbie.

It is common for the quality of submitted content to vary.

There is just a feeling that has always lingered in Boss Chen's heart.

——He was not targeting anyone, he just felt that all the vernacular novels in Da Qi, whether they were submissions from nearby counties or popular novels from big cities, seemed to be missing something, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Finally one day, his long wait was rewarded. It was a dark and windy night when a manuscript titled "Legend of the Imperial Battle Heaven" mysteriously appeared on his desk. The author's name was actually Long Batian.

That night, Boss Chen's body shook again and again and he couldn't stop at all.

This book is different from all the stories he has read before.

——The protagonist has no martial ethics, does not have the slightest heart of a bodhisattva, is unforgiving and merciful, kills without hesitation, is not fussy at all, clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment, and takes revenge on everyone... Damn it, he's just like the barbarians of Bac Ninh!
But it's so cool! So nice!
Chen Baitang almost instantly sensed the huge commercial value of the book, so much so that he agreed to the profit-sharing agreement proposed by "Long Batian" in subsequent negotiations.

——God knows why the other party would refuse the fee, and instead make such an outrageous request as if it was a matter of course, "I want 50% of the profits"!

He was very reluctant, but he still broke up.

Because his businessman's instinct made him realize that as long as this "Long Batian" could continuously produce manuscripts of this quality, he would be able to achieve another career leap in his lifetime...

——Spread the Chen family’s books to Huazhou City.

The publication of "Legend of Huangji Zhantian" indeed brought the expected huge response and popularity. Boss Chen planned the expansion in an orderly manner. After planning for a period of time, he would go to Huazhou to investigate the opening of a store... Everything went very smoothly.

If I had to say there was something missing...

The thing is that the old thief writes so slowly, it's really frustrating, but you can't rush him.

Last time I plucked up the courage to urge him, he got furious and scolded me harshly.

"I'll call you a greedy profiteer, a villain who sucks the marrow out of your bones, a capitalist hanging on a street lamp, a vampire strung on a stake, a Pin Xi Xi bastard, a leather jacket guy squeezing toothpaste, a jade seller in a pig farm, a stone gambler in Teyvatri, an actor in a live broadcast room, and a commercial on TV!"

"How dare you interfere with the sacred cause of writing with your big mouth like a glutton? We writers have integrity, how can we tolerate your empty talk and arguing? Go away! You can't even write these words after another month of nagging! You're urging me to update more, but I don't even pay you any more. You really deserve to die!"

The storm of scolding made Boss Chen run away in panic, not knowing what to do.

He was very angry but helpless. The other party was obviously not the kind of poor person who failed to study and wrote stories in exchange for writing fees. He was difficult to deal with and very difficult to deal with.

And there’s something even more terrible.

When he was scolded, he was so angry that he bravely retorted a few words. As expected, the other party was no match for him. When Boss Chen was feeling proud, he saw the old thief raise his fist and punch in the air.

The terrifying fist blew like a hurricane, causing the skin on his face to tremble.

When he opened his eyes again, the author's counter-iron fist stopped at the tip of his nose. If it was an inch closer, he would be able to open a soy sauce shop on Boss Chen's face.

——The boy I raised turned out to be a congenital warrior!
He was so frightened that his hands and feet turned cold, and he finally gave up the idea of ​​urging the other party to write more. He just took the other party's advice, "If you sell more, I will consider writing more," and began to expand sales and carry out marketing matters.

Just when everything was going smoothly...

He entered the classroom.

What happened last night seemed like a dream.

The joy of receiving new manuscripts, the excitement of reading them in advance, the shock of having the door broken open by the yamen runners, the fear of being interrogated one after another, the sadness and joy intertwined together, brought him a dream-like time, and the grievances that he had to shout out loud even after being taken back to the yamen and sent to the detention room...

——It was clearly me who got the manuscript first, why did you guys rush to read it!

So, was Lady Zhitong... Damn it! Why didn't you check there first?

(End of this chapter)