Daughter of aristocratic family

Chapter 291 Writing a Book
When Yun Hao arranged for his men to find someone, Zhao Wangshu tried to write out the outline of the story, but...
"This is simply not something humans do!" Zhao Wangshu crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it to the ground.

ah! It's so difficult to write.

This was after she knew the entire story. No, "The Legend of Shushan Swordsman" was not finished yet.

Of course, what she was interested in was the unfinished "The Legend of Shushan Swordsman".

In this way, she can organize an event to continue writing "The Legend of Shushan Swordsman" and set up bonuses to attract the attention of the whole people.

"In order to make money, you must work hard." Zhao Wangshu picked up the pen and continued to sharpen the outline.

Then, she crumpled another piece of paper. The structure of this book was too large, and although she had read it many times, it was so long ago that she could not remember the plot clearly.

How about changing a book?
Zhao Wangshu took a deep breath and looked at the blooming flowers outside the window.

No, she couldn't give up easily.

She had thought about this idea over and over again, and it would be a better way.

Zhao Wangshu closed his eyes, calmed down, slowly thought about it, and his thoughts gradually became clear.

Open your eyes and sort out the main characters and their story lines. Don't stick to the original work. Just write down the plots you can think of. If you can't remember, let Hanhai compile it. I believe he can write it with his talent.

Zhao Wangshu spent three days perfecting the outline, recalling the plot, and wrote a full ten pages, which made her wrists sore.

"Young mistress, Lu Jiu is waiting outside the yard." Luzhi came in and said.

"Lu Jiu?" Zhao Wangshu's mind was filled with thoughts of Sanying, Eryun, Qidai and the four major disciples. For a moment, he did not remember who this Lu Jiu was.

"The shopkeeper of the umbrella shop." Luzhi reminded.

Zhao Wangshu curled his lips and said, "He moves quite quickly. Bring him in."

After saying that, Zhao Wangshu walked out and stood on the corridor, watching the green branches bring people in.

As soon as Lu Jiu saw Zhao Wangshu, she knelt down and kowtowed, "I have seen the young lady, and I want to pay my respects to the young lady."

"No need to be so polite. How are you doing in the store?" Zhao Wangshu sat down on the chair.

Lu Jiu didn't dare to stand up and took out the account book from her sleeve pocket, "Young Madam, this is the account book compiled by me after selling the umbrellas in the store. Please take a look at it."

Luzhi stepped forward, took the account book, and handed it to Zhao Wangshu. She opened it and looked at it, "We lost one thousand, two hundred and thirty-five taels of silver. Hey, why did we buy the umbrellas when we knew we couldn't sell them?"

Hearing this, Lu Jiu felt cold sweat dripping from his forehead, "There's nothing I can do about it. In previous years, there was a lot of rain around Qingming Festival, so that batch of goods was ordered a long time ago. Who knew there would be so little rain this year? This umbrella is really good." Can’t sell it.”

Zhao Wangshu sneered, "You are the shopkeeper of the umbrella shop, and you set the purchase order. Now that I can't sell it, you will shirk your responsibility and blame God for not raining."

Lu Jiu was lying on the ground, her body shaking like chaff, "Young Madam, I realize that I am wrong, please forgive me for your kindness. I have been working in the umbrella shop since I was twelve years old, and have been doing this for a full twenty-three years." For my sake, please spare me this time.”

Zhao Wangshu asked coldly: "You want to say that there is hard work without your credit, right?"

"Young Madam, I don't dare, I don't dare." Lu Jiutou said in horror.

"There's nothing to be afraid of. You're right. You're an old man and you're supposed to be good at doing business. However, it's not right that a good umbrella shop has been losing money year after year under your management." Zhao Wangshu said with a straight face.

Lu Jiu didn't dare to say anything. She lay on the ground and didn't dare to move. The sweat on her head was about to wet the ground.

Zhao Wangshu pondered for a moment before speaking, "Shopkeeper Lu, I don't want to dishearten the old man. Let's do this. I'll give you three days. Think carefully about what kind of business is better for that shop? If you can write a perfect plan."

After a pause, he changed his words, "Write me a feasible suggestion. If it is useful, I will let you continue to manage that store. If it is useless, you should know the consequences." Zhao Wangshu was in great pain as he grinded out the outline. She made a decision that instead of consuming herself, it would be better to consume others and leave professional matters to professionals.

When Lu Jiu heard this, he felt happy. He knew that he still had a chance. He raised his head and looked at Zhao Wangshu, his eyes shining with gratitude, "Mrs. Xie, I will do my best to live up to my trust."

Zhao Wangshu nodded with satisfaction, "Okay, Shopkeeper Lu, you can go back first. I will look at the account books carefully, and I will find you again if necessary."

"Yes, young lady, please excuse me." Lu Jiu got up from the ground, took three steps back, turned and left.

Watching him walk away, Zhao Wangshu told Lu Zhi: "Arrange for the shopkeepers to come into the house to meet me."

"Yes, young lady." Luzhi took the order and left.

Zhao Wangshu rubbed his forehead. The family was a big business and managing it was really a headache.

The next day, Yun Hao brought someone. Zhao Wangshu was slightly stunned when he saw the person coming, "Lin Qian."

"Hansheng has met Madam Bo." Lin Qian saluted.

Zhao Wangshu couldn't believe it, "Are you the Hanhaisheng who wrote "The Profound Way of Taoism"?"

Lin Qian smiled sheepishly and said: "Hansheng's family is poor, so in order to support his family, he took the name of Hanhaisheng and wrote a storybook to earn some money."

The life of the clan is not as glorious as the outside world imagines, especially the side branches, which need to be careful in order to maintain their dignity.

If Lin Qian had not had a good sister who was willing to get married and find a future for him, his life would have been very difficult.

After being surprised, Zhao Wangshu quickly regained his composure, "I've heard of Han Haisheng's name a long time ago, and I'm really lucky to see him today."

Lin Qian said humbly: "Mrs. Bo is overly complimentary. Hansheng is just doing a few scribbles in his spare time. How dare you be so praised by your wife?"

"Lieutenant Lin, I like your writing very much. I would like to ask you to write a storybook. As for the writing fee, just ask." Zhao Wangshu deliberately used Lin Qian's title to match.

Yun Hao, who was sitting aside drinking tea, smiled slightly.

Lin Qian looked at Zhao Wangshu in surprise, "Madam, you want me to write a storybook?"

"Yes." Zhao Wangshu picked up the pile of paper with the outline written on it and handed it to him, "Write according to this outline."

Yun Hao glanced at it and saw that the handwriting on the paper was not Zhao Wangshu's. He raised the corner of his lips, saying that his wife had indeed done things safely.

Lin Qian took the paper and looked through it, "Madam, if I write a storybook based on this, I will definitely write a unique book. I don't know who wrote this summary. Madam, can you recommend it to me? "

"She is very busy and doesn't see outsiders. I begged her for a long time before she gave me this and asked me to make my own arrangements." Zhao Wangshu made up an excuse casually.

There was a trace of regret in Lin Qian's eyes, "Madam, don't worry, I will write well. As for the writing fee, Hansheng dare not ask for more. As long as madam can enjoy the meal, Hansheng will be grateful."

"That's what I said. I'll give you a hundred taels of silver first. If the book sells well, I won't treat you badly." Zhao Wangshu didn't say anything. After all, she was not sure whether "The Legend of Shushan Swordsman" could be sold in this era. Make a good offer.

One hundred taels of silver was a very high price. Lin Qian thanked him repeatedly.

"In ten days, you can hand in as much as you can write, and write the rest slowly." Zhao Wangshu ordered.

"Hansheng knows, Hansheng will go back and write now." Lin Qian saluted and left.

Every time I write an outline, I scratch my head, which makes my increasingly thinning hair become even thinner.