The Number One Catcher In The Capital, You Call This A Dog Leg?

Xu Qing regretted putting those women's handkerchiefs on the table after the poetry competition last time.

As long as he got one or two, he wouldn't need to borrow the handkerchief of Xiao Ruxue, a little girl.

After Xu Qing felt relieved, he looked around and said, "Let's find a place to sit down."

Xiao Ye and Xiao Ruxue followed Xu Qing.

The three of them came to the poetry meeting because they were forced to choose, either by their family or by their female boss, so in order not to attract too much attention, Xu Qing still chose a remote location.

The pastries at the Qixi Festival are not as many as those at the Wangfu Poetry, and the taste is not as good, but they are not too picky at this time.

Xu Qing looked at Xiao Ruxue who was sitting down together and said, "Isn't the women's place over there? Why are you sitting here too?"

Xiao Ruxue turned her head and snorted, "Who dares to control where I like to sit?!"

Well, no one dares to control...

In this big city of Yongzhou, it is estimated that the only ones who can control Xiao Ruxue are her father and her mother.

If nothing else happened, those two people who could control Xiao Ruxue would not be here tonight.

Xu Qing looked at the two of them and asked again: "Have you prepared any Qixi poems yet?"

Xiao Ruxue and Xiao Ye shook their heads at the same time.

Xu Qing looked at them and said, "Do you want me to write a song for you?"

Xiao Ruxue said happily, "Okay, okay!"

Xiao Ye's face turned pale, and he quickly waved his hands and said, "No need, no need... I'll settle this matter myself."

Xu Qing looked at the pale Xiao Ye and was a little confused, so: "Brother Xiao, what's wrong?"

Xiao Ruxue said: "He used your poems to be recognized by his father, and his father felt that he could not write such good poems, so he asked him to copy the poems hundreds of times, and his hands were almost scrapped. , By the way, because of this incident, my father only gave him five taels of silver every month, so that he could suffer well!"

Xu Qing said after listening, I also want to eat this pain...

It's good to be the stupid son of the prince's family. You don't have to do anything to get money.

Putting away this unrealistic thought, Xu Qing looked at Xiao Ruxue again and asked doubtfully, "Then you haven't been discovered?"

Xiao Ruxue shook her head and said: "Of course not! My father must think that I can write such poems with my talent! Moreover, my father let me watch him copy poems, and warned me not to learn from him. The fate of plagiarism."

Xu Qing looked at Xiao Ye who was on the verge of crying and patted him on the shoulder: "Oh, it's all over..."

Xiao Ye slumped on the chair helplessly: "I can't make it through... Five taels of silver a month, I'm almost dying of poverty... How is this enough!"

Xu Qing condemned Xiao Ye's behavior in Versailles in his heart.

It seemed that there was still a long time before the opening of the poetry meeting. Xu Qing brought some paper over, then polished the ink, and continued to write "Shooting the Condors".

During these days, the head catcher kept pushing Xu Qing. It was originally planned to take four months to write The Condor Shooting, but now it can be completed in just over a month.

If you can't get along with anything, you can't get along with silver.

Use all available practices to hug money!

Good days are ahead!

Watching Xu Qing start writing non-stop, Xiao Ruxue leaned over and wondered, "Does it take so long to write a poem?"

Xu Qing shook his head and said, "What I write is not poetry."

Xiao Ruxue asked suspiciously, "Then what did you write?"

Xu Qing sighed and said, "Writing a storybook, I'm not like you. Someone will send you money while you're lying down. I have to earn my own money."

Xiao Ruxue shook her head and said, "I'm not like this, I have to finish my master's homework every day, not lying on the bed every day..."

Then Xiao Ruxue turned her gaze over to watch Xu Qing write stories. Apart from practicing martial arts, she usually likes reading stories the most!

"Guo Jing also saw that the stone beam was suddenly broken, with a gap about seven or eight feet long. He ran faster at that moment, and leaped up with a burst of momentum. Huang Rong had already put life and death aside despite all the dangers, and said with a smile. : 'Jing big brother, you are not flying as steadily as Bai Diaoer.'”

Xiao Ruxue felt something was wrong while reading it, looked at Xu Qing and said in surprise, "You...you wrote "Shooting the Condor"?!"

Hearing this, Xiao Ye, who was still sad alone, turned his head to look at Xu Qing.

Xu Qing didn't understand the shocked eyes of the two people at all, nodded and said, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Ruxue murmured to herself: "Yanwu, the combination is a word Xu! I should have thought of it earlier!"

She looked at Xu Qing with a little grievance and said, "Do you know that I waited for two days when I asked my servant to buy "Shooting the Condor" for me!"

At this moment, Xiao Ye leaned over and said, "Brother Xu, look, can you show me the manuscript, it only comes out once a month, I really feel uncomfortable waiting for it!"

Xu Qing put a little distance away from Xiao Ye, to be honest, it's not good for two big men to be so close.

At this time, Xiao Ruxue approached from the other side, and said without giving in, "No! I came first! If you want to see, I should see first!"

Then he looked up at Xu Qing: "You used my handkerchief just now, let me take care of it first?"

Immortals fight, mortals suffer, Xu Qing is now caught in the middle of the two, neither to the left nor to the right.

Finally, Xu Qing couldn't stand being caught in the middle, and said: "You don't have to earn so much, the next volume will be published tomorrow, and it will start selling almost the day after tomorrow. I asked the bookstore owner to keep two copies and bring them here. Whoever reads the new book first, I will show the manuscript to him.”

Xiao Ruxue immediately said happily: "Okay, okay, I don't need to copy poems, I have finished my homework, I will definitely read it first!"

Xiao Ye felt that he couldn't compete with his Little Sister who had never heard him, so he had no choice but to admit defeat.

Thinking about copying poems, thinking about five taels of silver a month...

These are tears!

Xiao Ye suddenly turned his head to look at Xu Qing and said, "Your book is selling so well now, one volume costs two taels of silver, if you can sell ten copies, it will be two taels, and one hundred copies will be twenty taels! One thousand copies is two hundred taels! Doesn’t that mean that you are already rich by writing scripts?!”

This is not how the account books are calculated. It is obvious that Xiao Ye doesn't know how to do business or industry rules at all. Xu Qing corrected him: "I only took seven taels of silver a month, and I only took twenty taels for the next roll. No matter how much money you earn, it will be owned by the bookstore, so, how can there be a wealthy party? And the publication also needs money, and it is not for you to publish for free."

Xiao Ye said: "Even if these are calculated at 30%, there will be a profit of 140 taels if you sell 1,000 copies! Moreover, the supply of your books is in short supply at present, and it is impossible to sell only 1,000 copies! A bookstore is too profitable!"

After finishing speaking, Xiao Ye pushed Xu Qing and said, "Brother Xu, I suddenly have an idea."

Xu Qing said: "All my ears are listening."

Xiao Ye said: "How about you and I open a bookstore together? In this case, no matter how much money we make, we will own it!"