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Chapter 73 [Scene of Fan Sizhe counting money and name]

Fan Zui followed the woman into the alleyway, walking more and more out of the way, if someone did not lead the way, he would not have been able to find such a hidden place by tricks.

At the end of the front, there are several piles of new books on the ground that still smell a bit of the smell of just printing.

A reclining chair with a sense of age was shaking slightly.

There was a person lying on it, with a book covering his face, holding a fan in his hand to repel mosquitoes, and did not stare at the women who kept coming to pick up the books.

They are probably regular customers and have basic trust.

"You take it by yourself. When you sell it and make money, you can share [-]% of it with me. If you don't sell it, it will be mine.

If you encounter officials, remember to run, don't be caught in a daze.

But don't run to me. "

While speaking, he swayed slightly between his feet, and the recliner swayed very rhythmically, which seemed quite comfortable.

"It's him, you can talk to him yourself, I have to leave beforehand."

The woman was probably in a hurry to go back to breastfeed her child, so she didn't stay long and left in a hurry.

In fact, how did Fan Zui know that the woman was not in a hurry to go back to breastfeed, but was feeling a little unwell.

There is too much milk, and the child can't finish it. From time to time, he has to find a way to solve it by himself, otherwise he will feel uncomfortable.

It's not difficult, the one in her family can help.

Therefore, it was too late to wait for the two of them to negotiate and get the share, so they left in a hurry.

After Fan Zui watched the woman who smelled like milk leave, he slowly stepped forward and walked towards the lounge chair.

Hearing footsteps, he thought someone was coming to "buy goods", the person on the recliner waved his fan and said casually:

"The book is next to you, take it yourself, pay one tael of silver for each book first, sell it, and then make up the rest of the money, long-term trading, no deception."

Fan Zui picked up one of the books, flipped through it briefly, and said:
"The cost of this paper, including labor costs and printing costs, is only [-] cents a book. If you buy one or two, even if the person doesn't sell the book back, you still make money. It's really bad."

"Yo, you..."

Hearing the voice, Wang Qinian removed the book covering his face, and really wanted to say something, but when he saw everyone was coming, he was so frightened that he rolled off the couch.

"Fan, General Fan."

After getting up from the ground, he straightened the reclining chair and said, "You sit, you sit, I don't know why the general wants me?"

Fan Zui just glanced at him, didn't sit down, but asked, "Have you made a lot of money these days?"

"Barely making ends meet, the adults laugh at it, laugh at it."

Wang Qinian accompanied the smiling face, but he was thinking in his heart, he must have forgotten to read the almanac when he went out today, how did he meet this evil star.

The last time he paid in advance at Zuixianju, he went to Fan's mansion to pick it up after the agreement was made, but after thinking about it carefully, he didn't dare to go.

It's a pity that so much money was lost.

No, I was planning to come out to make some money, but unfortunately, I was caught by this evil star again.

"How is my white horse?"

"what?"

Wang Qinian was stunned for a moment, he didn't know what kind of white horse.

Already sold by his wife.

Blood earns hundreds of taels of silver.

"Oh, the general is talking about the white horse. I have been raising it well. It is white and fat."

"Well, you send it to Fan's Mansion tomorrow, and take away the money I asked you to advance last time."

Fan Zui put "The Romance of the West Chamber" in his hand on the ground and said.

Hearing this, Wang Qinian's feet softened, and he knelt down in an instant. Seeing the evil star looking at him, he hurriedly smiled and said:

"Lie down for too long, the blood is blocked, and the legs are numb."

Fan Zui turned and left, waved his hand, and said, "Don't sell this book from now on."

"Why?" Wang Qinian wanted to cry but had no tears.

You are a general, but you can't control me selling books.

As soon as he thought about it, a token flew over.

Wang Qinian took it and looked at it, his feet suddenly went weak, and he called the commissioner of the inspection institute.

Before he could speak, the token had been retrieved from a distance.

There was no one in the alley, only voices remained.

"Remember to withdraw the money tomorrow."

However, how could he listen to these words.

After being stunned for a moment, he didn't care about the books on the ground anymore, picked up the money bag and used lightness kung fu to jump over the wall in an instant.

I hope the buyer of the white horse is still in the capital, otherwise it will be over.

I thought I was making money, but I didn't expect to lose money in the end.

Before, his wife felt that the white horse was too edible to keep, so she sold it.

"You prodigal bitch, you're killing me now!"

In this kind of alleyway, there is a smell of smelly ditch.

Occasionally, some dogs could be heard barking.

Fan Zui rubbed his nose and walked out of the alleyway.

Back at Yishiju, Ruoruo and Fan Sizhe had already ordered food, and they were all on the table.

He was also polite and started eating right away.

The moment the food entered his mouth, he suddenly understood why the price of food in Yishiju was so high.

Really top notch!
Moreover, in addition to eating, there are many beautiful women to accompany them.

Of course, you can't stay overnight here.

Three companions do not include sleeping companions.

"It's delicious, it tastes like silver!" Fan Sizhe sighed after eating with a big mouthful.

Looking at the table full of dishes, his heart was bleeding.

Now he finally understands what a real prodigal is.

In fact, things like eating, drinking and having fun are nothing more than trying to have fun.

But only if you don't spend your own money.

The person responsible for paying the bill couldn't be happier.

Fan Sizhe felt like eating delicious food to satisfy his hunger.

He looked at Fan Zui resentfully, and said aggrievedly: "Brother, you are my own brother, let me do the business of selling books, at least let me earn back today's money."

When Fan Zui was adding vegetables to Ruoruo's bowl, when he heard this sentence, he paused slightly and looked at Ruoruo.

Ruoruo shook his head, indicating that he had not told him the news.

Thinking of this, Fan Zui suddenly became interested and asked:
"How do you know I wrote that book?"

Fan Sizhe put down his rice bowl, stood up and poured a cup of tea for Fan Zui, saying:
"There are so many classic scenes and actions in "The Golden Ping" and "The Romance of the West Chamber", it is estimated that only you, a beautiful collector, can write them.

Besides, my sister has been very wrong, I guessed.

Brother, is this book really written by you? "

Fan Zui glanced at Ruoruo, then looked Fan Sizhe up and down, and he could probably guess why he was smarter than the original book and the TV series.

Without waiting for him to speak, Fan Sizhe said again:
"I read carefully just now, there are so many people who bought this book, and the cheapest volume can sell for eight taels of silver!

Look at this book, the quality is very ordinary, and the printing plate is added together, which is less than three cents and two cents.

Not counting labor, we can make a net profit of [-] and [-] cents for every book sold.

In such a short period of time just now, eight or nine copies were sold. If the manpower is unleashed, at least a hundred copies can be sold a day.

I said, for a hundred books, we can make a net profit of 760 taels. If we control the time well, one volume will be published in 520 days, that is [-] taels.

At that time, excluding the artificial pavement, let's count it as three points, then we can also get a net profit of 60 taels. When you publish twelve volumes, it will be 760 taels.

This is still a preliminary calculation, profiteering, it is simply a crime! "

Like spitting out beans, Fan Siche said a lot, Ruoruo was stunned for a moment.

Even Fan Zui couldn't keep up with his verbal and mental calculation speed.

Sure enough, this is talent.

"You said so much, but I didn't quite understand it. How did you figure it out?"

Ruoruo asked curiously.

Fan Siche looked at the two of them suspiciously, "Does this still count?"

"Oh, don't worry about this for now, Fan Zui, I think we should do this business ourselves, it's huge profits!"

"What's your name!" Ruo Ruo said from the side.

Fan Sizhe quickly changed his words: "Brother, dear brother, as long as you let me do this business, I will treat you to a stone house every day from now on, how about it?"

(End of this chapter)