Ci Jinzhi

Compared to Xiaolian's excitement, Xinyou was much calmer.

2000 taels, that's a lot, but compared to Kou Qingqing's small family fortune, it's still far from the [-]% that she promised Xiaolian.

Not long after Xiaolian got excited, she became worried again: "2000 taels is a lot, but such a big bookstore won't last long if it keeps losing money, right?"

"Then work hard to make a profit." Xin You patted Xiaolian's arm, telling her not to worry.

"Then there must be a good story. It's all the fault of that poor scholar, who writes nonsense and speaks bad things about our bookstore everywhere. Girl, why don't you let someone stop him?"

"It's okay, he said everywhere, others will remember our bookstore." Xin You took out a manuscript from the hidden compartment on the car wall and handed it to Xiaolian.

"This is—" Xiaolian took it curiously.

"You look first."

Xiaolian's first glance fell on the title of the book, there were only two words: "Painted Skin".

The name is so weird, what does it mean?

Xiao Lian read on with curiosity, and soon forgot to even blink.

"Little Lian—"

Arriving at Qingsong Bookstore, Xin You called out to the fascinated little maid, but she didn't respond.

She had no choice but to tug on Xiaolian's sleeve: "Xiaolian, get out of the car."

Xiao Lian woke up like a dream, staring at Xin You with burning eyes, her voice trembling with excitement: "Girl, where did this story come from?"

"Does it look good?" Xin You asked.

"It's beautiful! It's so beautiful!" Xiao Lian completely forgot to get out of the car, "Ah, what happened next? Why didn't you finish the story?"

Xiaolian's incoherent speech made Xinyou feel more at ease.

It seems that the stories she likes are indeed popular.

"The story is divided into upper and lower parts, and now there is only the upper part."

"Only the upper part?" Xiao Lian said with disbelief, "Then, when will there be the lower part?"

Xin You smiled: "Wait until the first part is released, and if it sells well, then the second part will be released."

Xiao Lian burst into tears: "Wouldn't it be a long time before I knew what Wang Sheng saw through the window..."

"Others have to wait for a long time, Xiaolian, you don't have to wait."

Xiaolian looked at a loss.

Xin You smiled: "I know what the lower part said."

"Ah, girl, tell the servant girl quickly!"

"Wang Sheng peeked in from the window and found that the stunning woman he rescued turned out to be a green-faced evil spirit, who was carefully drawing on the human skin with a colored pen..."

"Hiss—ah—" Xiao Lian listened intently, her emotions fluctuated with the progress of the story, and she covered her mouth and let out an exclamation from time to time.

When Xin You finished telling the story of "Painted Skin", Xiao Lian was stunned for a long time, and grabbed Xin You's sleeve: "Girl, this story is so attractive, although it is a bit scary, it is better than those flower demons, fox fairies and scholars who are in love with each other." The story is much more interesting!"

"This story should be popular, right?"

"It will definitely!" Xiao Lian blushed with excitement, "It is definitely more popular than Mr. Ping An's story!"

"hope so."

Xiao Lian suddenly realized: "Girl, where did this story come from? Ah, you probably wrote it yourself?"

Looking down at the elegant font, the little girl's eyes sparkled: "Girl, you can write books!"

Xinyou shook her head: "I didn't write it."

"It's not you?" Xiao Lian was stunned, "Who is that?"

She was with the girl all day, why didn't she know where this manuscript came from!
"The person who wrote this story is Mr. Song Ling. I grew up listening to Mr.'s stories. I just opened a bookstore, so I wrote the stories Mr. told for everyone to see."

"So that's how it is." Xiao Lian wanted to ask where Mr. Song Ling was, but thinking of the girl's mystery, she suppressed the question.

No matter where Mr. Song Ling is, it is enough for her to have a story to listen to anyway.

Xin You whispered: "I will hand over the manuscript to Shopkeeper Hu later, and then..."

Xiaolian nodded from time to time.

The two got out of the carriage and went straight to the bookstore in front without rushing back to the East courtyard.

Shopkeeper Hu was staring at his buddy.

In just a few days, those who sold stories and those who joined in the fun disappeared, as quickly as a dream.

"Boss, why don't I put that poor scholar in a sack and beat him up."

"Don't mess around, the owner has his own opinion."

"What's the boss's idea? Up to now, I haven't even seen a good story."

"I don't know, anyway, the boss has his own ideas. Let me tell you, the boss is not an ordinary person."

The buddy immediately regained his spirits: "Why is my boss not an ordinary person, please tell me quickly."

"Oh, that can't be said."

Guy: "..." Why don't you beat up the shopkeeper's sack.

"Boss." Seeing Xin You, Shopkeeper Hu rushed up to greet him.

"Boss, go inside and talk."

After entering the side room, Xin You handed over the manuscript: "Take a look, the shopkeeper."

"This is—" Shopkeeper Hu had a guess in his heart, took the manuscript and couldn't wait to read it.

As time passed, Xinyou waited patiently.

After an unknown amount of time, shopkeeper Hu suddenly woke up, his hands trembling so much that he could barely hold the manuscript: "Boss, where did this come from!"

"On the way back to Shaoqing's mansion, I met a gentleman. He knew that I was the owner of Qingsong Bookstore, so he showed it to me. I thought the story was good, so I bought it. What does the shopkeeper think?"

"This story will definitely become a hit!" Shopkeeper Hu slapped the table excitedly.

Xin You bent her lips: "It's good that I didn't miss it."

"But this story is not finished yet, what about the rest?" Shopkeeper Hu asked impatiently.

"The gentleman said that the rest has not been finished, and he will come to me when it is finished."

"What's the gentleman's name?"

"He calls himself Mr. Songling."

Shopkeeper Hu sighed: "I have never heard of such a talented book writer in Beijing before."

"Maybe he just came to the capital."

"Mr. Song Ling, why didn't you come directly to the bookstore?"

Xin You shook her head: "Mr. Song Ling didn't want people to know his identity and appearance. I promised him that he would not reveal it, so he gave me the manuscript. The shopkeeper doesn't have to think too much, the most important thing is that the bookstore has a good story to sell .”

"My boss is right." Shopkeeper Hu was so excited that he turned around and stopped suddenly, "My boss, what did Wang Sheng see from the window?"

The first half of "Painted Skin" stopped at Wang Sheng, who was suspicious when he heard the Taoist said that he was surrounded by evil spirits, and quietly went back to his study to peek in from the window, and he was in a heart-wrenching place.

"Then we won't know until the second half of Mr. Songling's book comes out."

When shopkeeper Hu heard it, he was struck by lightning: "How can people sleep like this!"

Xinyou: "..."

Xiao Lian quietly patted her chest.

Fortunately, fortunately, she is the girl's own maid!

Thinking of shopkeeper Hu's feeling of scratching his heart and liver, Xiao Lian expressed deep sympathy.

Shopkeeper Hu couldn't care less about the plot behind it, so he hid the manuscript in his bosom, and cupped his hands at Xinyou: "Young man, go to the book printing house and arrange for a stereotyped printing!"

The guy Liu Zhou was about to fall asleep in the lobby by himself, when he saw shopkeeper Hu coming out from the side and going to the back with the wind on the soles of his feet.

Why did the shopkeeper go, why did he fly?