I became famous for writing ridiculous stories in ancient times

Sun Xiucai sold his house again, which made Fu Wenyu feel complicated.

It was as if he dug a hole for someone, and then the other person not only jumped in, but also filled the hole with his own hands and buried himself. It seemed that they were really eager to win the bet so that they could use the three hundred taels of silver to settle the account. Maybe I have planned how to divide the three hundred taels, with the idea that I won't make much money, but I won't lose much either.

Unfortunately, shopkeeper Zhang already has the evidence.

Because he had sent people to keep an eye on the transactions of those people a long time ago, Fu Wenyu not only instigated one of the fake buyers to rebel, but also knew that they had hidden the part of the script they had obtained in a certain house. That house belongs to the Xu family, that is, shopkeeper Xu, and is currently vacant.

So on the day when the bet was decided, Kaiyuan Bookstore had sold nearly 9,000 sets in total, using three boxes to hold the receipts, and nearly 5,000 of them were sold in the capital. Thanks to the popularity of "The Love Story of Zhenbei Hou and His Wife", the Newspeak version sold more copies than any previous version of Fu Wenyu's story.

At the same time, Rongsheng Bookstore proudly carried out three large boxes and said that a total of 9,315 copies of Sun Xiucai's "A Tale of Two Shus" had been sold.

Sun Xiucai won this bet!

Under the witness of Xie Juren, Liu Juren, Tang Yuanwai, Mr. Xiao and others, just like the last time Mr. Xiao hosted a banquet, people who were interested in this gambling game gathered around on three levels.

Someone in the crowd looked at the six big boxes and clicked his tongue, "One sold 8,961 sets, and the other sold 9,315 sets. Has anyone in Liuzhou ever sold so many storybooks before?"

Mr. Zhou, who had gray hair and beard, shook his head, "Never."

"I have loved reading storybooks since I was young, and later I wrote a few myself. But as far as I know, when there was no Liuzhou tabloid before, it would have been a big deal if it could sell for three thousand."

"Five thousand are few and far between."

"Eight thousand is unheard of, and nine thousand or even tens of thousands is even more shocking."

If it can be sold for eight or nine thousand in two months, it will surely be sold for tens of thousands in another month or even half a year. Mr. Zhou is very sure of this. This amount, if spread, would make all the writers in the world exclaim "impossible".

Mr. Haruta next to him laughed.

He said with unclear meaning: "How can it be impossible? As long as you are brave, nothing is impossible."

When someone asked him in detail, he just kept talking and refused to go into details. However, after Mr. Springfield saw the three big boxes in Kaiyuan Bookshop, he looked at Fu Wenyu with fear and did not dare to look at each other.

At this time, Sun Xiucai, who thought he had won the bet, raised his chin proudly, enjoying the envy of those around him.

He felt he had won.

As long as he wins this bet, not only can he use the money he wins to buy land, but Fu Wenyu will not dare to write any more stories in the future. Liuzhou will be his world.

When the time comes, he can write whatever he wants.

Shopkeeper Xu of Rongsheng Bookstore proudly said to Fu Wenyu: "Well, I am willing to admit defeat. Since you have lost, according to the agreement, Mr. Fu, you will not be able to write any more storybooks in the future, otherwise it will be the loss of all Liuzhou scholars." Public Enemy.”

"Everyone spits on it."

Fu Wenyu: "..." These words reminded him of the beggar gang written by Mr. Jin.

Shopkeeper Zhang responded without any sign of weakness, "It's too early for you to speak."

Shopkeeper Xu snorted coldly.

At this time, the person counting had finished checking the certificates from both parties and said loudly: "Sun Xiucai's "The Story of Two Shus" has sold 9,315 copies, while Mr. Fu's has sold 8,000 copies. Nine hundred and sixty-one sets.”

"So this bet was made by Sun Xiucai..."

Shopkeeper Zhang interrupted him, "Wait a minute!"

"Before we decide the winner, I would like to ask everyone to meet someone. Because I have evidence that Sun Xiucai's words have not sold that much, and they are fake!"

"Zhang Er, bring that brother over."

Upon hearing what Shopkeeper Zhang said, Sun Xiucai and Shopkeeper Xu both changed their expressions!

Then they saw the scene they were most worried about happening. A somewhat familiar person was invited in and said to everyone: "I am a businessman from Jiangzhou."

"Half a month ago, Shopkeeper Xu of Rongsheng Bookstore asked me to do something, which was to go to his shop to buy 800 sets of story books. Then he gave me twenty taels of silver as errand money."

Shopkeeper Xu forced himself to calm down, "You, you're talking nonsense!"

"I don't recognize you at all!"

Because of the advice from Fu Wenyu and others, the businessman said without hesitation: "Although you acted cautiously and did not leave any evidence, I was a little curious, so I went over to take a look when I was delivering the goods two days ago, and I found that you had The eight hundred scripts were delivered to the third house in Quanshui Lane, Xinghua Street."

"And the ones I bought were not the only ones sent together."

The scene suddenly became uproar.

Xie Juren, who was watching with satisfaction, was so surprised that several strands of his beard were torn off, "How could this happen?"

Liu Juren snorted, "You have evil intentions."

Member Tang was very happy, "I see, that's it. No wonder it sold nearly 10,000 sets."

Sun Xiucai defended with a pale face, "Don't listen to his nonsense. You, who asked you to come here to cause trouble? Is it Fu Wenyu? Hurry, someone will kick him out."

"How could I, a great scholar, do such a thing?"

"I'm the one who wins!"

Seeing this, Fu Wenyu also stood up and said, "Thank you Juren, Liu Juren, Tang Yuanwai, Mr. Xiao and everyone. In the past two months, thanks to the incident of Zhenbei Marquis and his wife, people from the capital have been sending people to buy me." "

"But every time, within a few days, someone would go to Rongsheng Bookstore to buy more."

"So we were really curious, so we asked someone to inquire, and found this brother. He said that he was not the first person hired by Rongsheng Bookstore, and that the house he mentioned contained several "Thousands of stories."

"Thousands of words are not a small sum of money. Even storing them would require an entire room."

“So whether it’s true or false, you can tell at a glance.”

Min Xiucai's eyes lit up and he shouted: "Yes, yes, we will know it as soon as we see it."

Mr. Zhou also nodded slowly and looked at Shopkeeper Xu with a very complicated look, "In that case, I think it's better to go and have a look. This bet is related to the future livelihood of the two of them, so there is nothing to be careless about. And shopkeeper Xu, if I remember correctly, you have a house in Quanshui Lane?"

Shopkeeper Xu looked away.

Everyone understood it when they saw this.

It turns out that shopkeeper Xu really has a house in Quanshui Lane?

The fraud is almost the same.

The crowd immediately started talking.

"It turned out to be a lie! Unfortunately, I thought that Sun Xiucai's story books had really sold nearly 10,000 copies. I also thought that Rongsheng Bookstore was so capable that all the story books I wrote would be sent to them in the future."

"Who knew it turned out to be fake."

"Thousands more sets were printed, tsk tsk tsk."

"I don't know how much it actually sold. Is it three thousand?"

"It doesn't matter how much they do, Rongsheng Bookstore is not good at it. If you send your story books to them, you won't lose everything. In the future, when we write story books, it's better to send them to Kaiyuan Bookstore."

"Yes, yes."

Seeing that everyone was getting more and more outrageous, wishing that they would not even buy pens and ink from home in the future, Shopkeeper Xu's face changed slightly, and he suddenly said loudly: "Everyone, please listen to me."

"This is all Sun Xiucai's idea!"

Sun Xiucai was startled, turned around suddenly, and then saw Shopkeeper Xu saying smoothly: "Sun Xiucai was because Mr. Fu had arranged the story of "Zhen Niang Biography" before, and the limelight overshadowed his "Qing Chai Ji". So I was always aggrieved and wanted to regain my position and let Mr. Fu experience the taste of failure."

"That's when I came up with the idea of ​​a bet!"

Shopkeeper Xu wiped his sleeves and sighed: "In order to win the bet, Sun Xiucai sold all the old houses in his family. After all, he and I have been friends for many years, and I can't bear to let him go bankrupt."

"That's why I..."

Before he finished speaking, Sun Xiucai shouted angrily, "Nonsense, it was obviously your idea!"

"If you hadn't said that Fu Wenyu is just a country boy, he is here today entirely because he can write storybooks. If he can't write storybooks, he will be useless and can be manipulated by others. At the same time, you also say that if there is no Fu Wenyu, I will be He is the number one person in Liuzhou dialect field, how could I propose a bet?”

"And you even arranged the topic!"

Not to be outdone, Shopkeeper Xu said, "A few days ago, you said you would never lose. You sold more than Mr. Fu. And you also spent a lot of money to buy these extra story books."

"If I was the mastermind, why didn't I pay for it?"

Only then did Sun Xiucai realize that he had been tricked by the other party, and he became extremely angry, "You old man..."

Then he actually pounced on him and struggled with the opponent.

Others were stunned.

The farce ended with Liu Juren sullenly ordering his men to pull them apart with bruises and swollen faces.

As for the bet, of course Fu Wenyu won.

Not only did he get the unique copy promised by Xie Juren, but he also made a net profit of three hundred taels.

And where did Sun Xiucai's one hundred taels come from? Of course he took it out after arriving here today. Fu Wenyu and he each paid one hundred taels. The winner took away all the money, including his own one hundred taels. The loser not only lost the money, but also could not write his storybook. Of course, it is still possible to write secretly and change a pen name so that no one will find out. But today, Sun Xiucai made such a big mistake, and I'm afraid no bookstore is willing to accept his works.

The Liuzhou tabloid will not accept it.

Sun Xiucai's many years of hard work were all in vain. From then on, there was no longer a "Sun Xiucai" author in Liuzhou.