Chapter 172

There are thousands of scammers outside, she is a powerless peasant girl, she is hard to guard against, even if she is really capable of writing good stories and drawing good paintings, she will not sell for a good price, and she will be kicked out in minutes after being taken over by a pseudonym. There is no place to reason.

Take the shopkeeper Zhang in front of me as an example. Although she is attracted by her novel ideas, she can speak and do things in a self-contained manner. If she really wants to deal with her in any crooked way, she is no match for ten of them now. Don't underestimate the ancients. wisdom.

After carefully reading the contract and adding a few more points, An An signed her name and pseudonym, and stamped her handprint, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

After An An negotiated with shopkeeper Zhang, she looked through some scriptures written by other people in the bookstore, and after a glance, she realized why her own scripts sold for a high price. Wrinkled, what a story, being handled like that by him is completely tasteless.

For example, there is a storybook about the combination of a shemale and a monster, which is written like this: Li Sheng is four years old and lonely, and his family is poor and has no money.The old mother used grass to paint the ground and taught him calligraphy. He forgot to sleep and eat day and night, and his only job was reading. But one day, he was hiding from the rain in the wilderness, and suddenly met a girl... Li Sheng was in love... On the wedding night, he was heartbroken by a demon. Captured by a Taoist priest, his mother ate all kinds of poisons and cut out her heart to save her son. Li Sheng was finally saved, but the old mother lost her heart and died.

Just like this five hundred words, there are no twists and turns, because there are only three or four stories in a bound manuscript without official signature, and it will sell for 200 yuan.

Seeing that An An looked around with great interest, shopkeeper Zhang came over to greet him again. An An was embarrassed to read other people's books, so she chose a few books, some travel notes to understand the customs and customs.

Thinking of Zhang Kangping again, she thought that Zhang Kangping was very talented in martial arts, and then, with great interest, selected several books on martial arts for Zhang Kangping.

When paying the bill, Zhang Zhang refused to ask for money, but An An insisted on giving it. Her brother clearly settled the bill, and she couldn't just let people look down upon her.

Just after signing the contract, she only took 100 taels of cash.

It was stated in the contract that she made shares under her book and pen name. In addition to the normal manuscript fee, she also took 100% of the profits of all the manuscripts and paintings under her name.

The sudden jump from 100 Wen to [-] taels of silver is a bit steep, but An An feels at ease.

After understanding today, she is confident that she will never let Ning Fangyuan lose money.

After wrapping up a few books, seeing that it was still early, An An politely declined Zhang Zhang's arrangement to take her back to the village in a carriage, saying only that she wanted to wander around the city and left.

After leaving the bookstore, looking around, An An chose the direction.

Of course, she didn't just wander around. It's not easy to go to the city. She has to find out where the scumbag who killed her father is, and investigate the matter clearly. Why did the scumbag kill her father? Can take this matter to swagger around.

An An first went to the wonton stand that Yuan Niang led her to last time. The only clues she could find to find the dregs were the wonton stand and the Fushun Inn where he disappeared last.

But when An An got there, she didn't find the scumbag at the stall. An An thought about it, ordered wontons and two side dishes and sat down.

(End of this chapter)

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