Fast Time Travel: The Posture of the Female Supporting Counterattack

Chapter 422
After a stick of incense, the soft sedan finally stopped at the back door of Shifang Bookstore, Ciwu knocked on the door, and shopkeeper Yuan soon came out to open the door himself.

After entering the inconspicuous little door, I thought that Shifang Bookstore was just a bookstore, but only after I came here did I realize that there is something else going on inside.

The five-story building in the front yard smells like ink and paper, with simple decoration, and small signs of please don’t make any noise are full of books!
The first and second floors sell story books, the third and fourth floors sell literature and history books such as poetry, proses and historical records, and the fifth floor is used by shopkeeper Yuan to entertain distinguished guests. Miss Noble, Young Master and Young Master come to Shifang Bookstore to buy books, so let's grab them with the others.

"Treasurer Yuan, Shifang Bookstore's business is good."

Lan Xi was sitting by the window on the fifth floor, looking down through the three-finger gap, the business on the first and second floors was not so good, my good guy, the counter was crowded with people, all of them came to grab the books.

"Old lady, today is the release of the new storybook of the third son of Dayong. The last three chapters will be released at once. Readers who have been waiting for half a year to see the finale are going crazy."

Shopkeeper Yuan was not as stiff today as he was in the Hou Mansion yesterday. He poured Lan Xi a pot of tea and brought a plate of fried crisps. His mouth cracked from a smile, revealing two rows of white and neat teeth.

Ciwu wanted to come up again to have some thoughts, but Lan Xi gave her a stare back. If she wants to live comfortably, she must start with the people around her, otherwise she wouldn't have pushed Ciwu to the opposite side just now.

"Third Young Master Dayong?"

There is no such person's book in the client's collection, so it must be a male book.

"Old madam, speaking of the third son of Dayong, his style of writing is very similar to yours, and his words are not esoteric at all. Although he is a bit slobbery, but people can understand it after reading it. It is not only the son who likes to read his books. There are many young masters, noble ladies and wives."

"Really?" Lan Xi immediately became interested. After all, luck is also a part of strength. She hasn't even asked Shopkeeper Yuan to find a ghostwriter. No, people come when they say it.

"Yeah, speaking of it, the third son of Dayong is also a wonderful person. He dares to write anything. Let's talk about the script of today's finale. He wrote about the famous son Wuyou, all kinds of things that happened from birth to now. Interesting stories, and a few secrets of the world are interspersed in it, which makes people want to read more and more."

"Wait, shopkeeper Yuan, Mr. Wuyou is still here."

There is such a thing in the plot of the client. Few outsiders know about it, but everyone in the Hou Mansion knows that the person who is called Mr. Wuyou in Jianghushan is not the son of the eldest son of the old Hou Ye, her eldest son. Grandson, explain it.

"That's right, Mr. Wuyou is still the younger generation of the old lady." Shopkeeper Yuan originally wanted to say, Mr. Wuyou is the grandson of your old man, but seeing Lan Xi's young and delicate face, the title suddenly became irrelevant. From a grandson to a junior.

"What I mean is, it's not just Mr. Wuyou, the scriptures published by Shifang Publishing Store allow live people to be included? Whether it's to slander or praise"

Who is Mr. Dayong?How did he know the funny things about Chan-Jian when he was a child?What other secrets are there?In ancient times, there was no such thing as the right of reputation, but if someone just wrote it into the storybook and spread it widely, it would be good if it was positive, but if it was smeared by someone with a heart, the consequences could be big or small.

"No, no, no." Treasurer Yuan waved his hands again and again, "Madam is new to this business, so I don't know something. Dayong is not only the son of Wuyou, but also several sons who have been written into the story book."

"Live, reference books like this have always sold well, and the small ones are definitely not black-hearted shopkeepers who make black-hearted money for sales, but any such books must be obtained directly or indirectly from the parties concerned. promise, otherwise Shifang Publishing will not publish it.”

So it turns out, shopkeeper Yuan is a transparent person, no wonder he can spread out a book into such a big battle, Lan Xi nodded secretly, while reaching out to take a small crisp and threw it into his mouth, feeling very sorry for shopkeeper Yuan's understanding. Tou is more satisfied.

This small crisp is the ancient version of chicken popcorn. It is crispy and smooth in the mouth. Lan Xi is a little curious. How did shopkeeper Yuan know that the client wanted to eat meat?
When Lan Xi was almost done eating, the shopkeeper Yuan refilled a cup of tea for Lan Xi: "Old madam, your hard-hearted manuscript"

"Well, Shopkeeper Yuan, I'm here today to tell you about this." Lan Xi sighed, "There are so many things going on in the Hou Mansion, I'm afraid I won't have time to write about them in the future."

"Ah, no, old lady, it's a best-selling story book, it's a pity to just give up like this."

Shopkeeper Yuan looked embarrassed, part of it was a pity, and part of it was that Shifang Bookstore had never broken the story since it serialized the story book. If it was someone else who wrote the story book, it would be fine, this is the old lady of the Hou Mansion , he didn't dare to make a fuss.

"Treasurer Yuan, you don't have to be so sad."

Seeing the constipated look on Shopkeeper Yuan's face, Lan Xi thought it was funny: "The script can still be printed."

"Madam, what do you say?" Shopkeeper Yuan asked.

"It's simple. I have the outline and detailed outline of the script here. You can find someone to write it for you. I think the third son of Dayong you mentioned just now is very good, and his style of writing is also suitable."

"But, old lady, is it appropriate to do so?"

After all, the old lady is still young and doesn’t understand that the market in this field is still deep. It’s not like there are no ghostwriters among those who write scripts, but everyone keeps a low profile and just writes in silence. How about asking him, the shopkeeper, to find ghostwriters? of.

"I say it's suitable. Shopkeeper Yuan can settle all the proceeds to the third son of Dayong. I don't take any money. I just need you, shopkeeper Yuan. Whenever there is a new storybook or a serialized storybook for sale, leave me a copy in advance. Just do it."

After Lan Xi finished speaking, she continued, "Any type is fine."

"If the cooperation with the third son of Dayong is good this time, I don't mind continuing to cooperate for a long time."

"What does the old lady mean? Besides the iron heart, are there other stories?" Shopkeeper Yuan immediately cheered up. The stories in the traditional storybooks are too old-fashioned. The stories published by Shifang Bookstore , the plot needs innovation, and the story written by the old lady is a good example.

"Well, I still have a few storybooks here. If I don't repeat them, it all depends on how my cooperation with the third princess of Dayong goes."

After finishing speaking, Lan Xi handed over the plot outline of Episode [-], "Heart Like Iron", which she wrote last night, to shopkeeper Yuan: "You can let the third son of Dayong take a look at this first, and if you can, please ask the third son of Dayong to write it for you first." Come out, after everyone is satisfied, let's talk about the details, what does Shopkeeper Yuan think?"

(End of this chapter)