Primitive Tribe Adventure

On the second and third days, apart from providing training to the teachers, Fengyun basically spent all the available time on the revised manuscript.

His efforts have also received quite good results, and he finalized the draft of "Teaching You to Play Go".

"Fengzhu, go and call all the proprietors of the bookstores."

Fengyun read the manuscript once, and then ordered Fengzhu.

"Ok."

Feng Zhu did not hesitate, nodded, and walked outside quickly.

Although he has not yet figured out why Fengyun is so keen on teaching people to play Go, this does not prevent him from realizing that he must take the related matters he explained seriously.

It didn't take long before all the bookstore owners arrived, and some of them could still see some sweat traces on their foreheads. Obviously, they rushed over after receiving Fengzhu's notice.

Feng Yun asked them to sit down first, and then asked Feng Hong to serve them tea, but no one went to drink tea, and did not even glance at the cup.

Just after Feng Hong left the table, some of them couldn't help but ask: "Little Chief, what is it about calling us in such a hurry? Please tell me."

"It's no big deal, as long as you want you to print a book for me."

Feng Yun said as he picked up the manuscript he had prepared long ago and handed it to them.

I don't know if it was because of the lessons learned from the last time they accepted the manuscript of "Dang Kou Zhuan", this time they did not rob together, although they were more curious this time, after all, Feng Yun did not act so urgently last time.

The final manuscript was picked up by a bald middle-aged man with both hands.

He is the largest of all the bookstores in New Dragon City, and the various literary works it publishes account for about 40% of the total, and he is the indispensable leader.

He did not open the manuscript immediately, but first took out a veil from his pocket, wiped his hands carefully, and then carefully opened the cover.

At this time, his expression became more focused, and the proprietors of the other bookstores also showed expectations.

They all stood behind the bald middle-aged man, obviously preparing to read the contents of the manuscript with him.

They all looked forward to it, one by one, and the eagerness and attention Fengyun showed made them have high expectations for the content of the manuscript.

But with the passage of time, their faces began to change, first in surprise, then in doubt, and finally the expressions on their faces were frozen on top of disappointment.

The bald middle-aged man read about a quarter of the manuscript, and then he flipped it up quickly and scanned the content behind it quickly.

Turning to the last page, he gently closed the manuscript, raised his head, and looked at Fengyun with a hesitant expression.

"What's the matter with you, but it's okay to say."

Feng Yun saw his hesitation and encouraged.

"Little Chief, that's it. I have read your manuscript."

The bald middle-aged man plucked up the courage and said, "I'll be honest, if the publication is published, it is very likely that the cost will not be recovered. Little boss, you should understand that we are not a big deal, if..."

"I see. Don't you just worry about losing money?"

Feng Yun didn't wait for the bald middle-aged man to finish speaking, so he interrupted him, then waved his hand and said proudly: "Even if you print, you will count as mine if you lose. In addition, I will give you some appropriate supplements. It sells well, and I don’t want any profit. All of them belong to you."

"Little Chief, how much do you want to print? Just ask, and we will arrange it right away."

Hearing what Feng Yun said, the attitude of the bald middle-aged man immediately changed, and other bookstore owners also expressed that they would go all out.

Fengyun is not surprised at the change in their attitude.

After all, these bookstore owners are all businessmen, businessmen seeking profit, and he promised them that they will not lose money. They are naturally willing to do this kind of business.

They usually print all kinds of so-called literary works, although they will also review and select, not all submissions are printed, and only select those they think will have an audience, but there is still no guarantee that every copy can be earned money.

Feng Yun looked at the bookstore owners who wished to publish the manuscript immediately, and said in a deep voice, "I have a request for you. I hope you can complete it."

"What's the requirement? Little Chief, please say."

The middle-aged man above his head showed no surprise.

Since Feng Yun had given such generous terms, it was normal for him to make some requests, and he was already mentally prepared.

He had already decided that as long as Feng Yun's conditions were not too difficult, he would not bargain with Feng Yun, and agreed in one fell swoop. After all, Feng Yun had shown enough sincerity to them, and they couldn't be too unflattering.

But even so, before Feng Yun stated the specific conditions, he still inevitably felt some anxiety in his heart.

"Please rest assured, my conditions are very simple."

Feng Yun could see through his thoughts at a glance, and comforted: "I just want you to print the manuscript quickly."

"We must do it as soon as possible. After we go back, we will transfer as many people as possible and give priority to the publication of this manuscript."

After listening to Fengyun’s conditions, the bookstore owners secretly breathed a sigh of relief and assured him one after another, and in order to show that they would be consistent in their words and deeds, they all stood up and said goodbye to him after they had finished speaking. .

"Wait a minute. Don't leave yet."

Feng Yun stopped them all.

"Little Chief, is there anything else?"

"Do you know how many copies I want to print this time?"

"Little boss, sorry. We have forgotten about this. Please tell us the specific number of publications."

Headed by the middle-aged man above his head, Yigan immediately apologized to Fengyun.

Feng Yun looked at them, suddenly a glimmer of mischief flashed in his eyes, and said every word: "I want you to print 500,000 copies."

"Little boss, you...how much do you want to publish?"

The bald middle-aged man was stunned for a while before he asked stutteringly.

"It's the amount you hear."

Fengyun did not repeat the number of publications he wanted.

He knew that he had heard clearly, and he would ask him, just because the number he reported was too big, which made him a little unbelievable.

"Little boss, is 500,000 copies a bit too much?"

The bald middle-aged man really heard the print volume of Fengyun Pao.

"This is not something you need to care about. You just need to publish it."

"Yes, yes, yes. I shouldn't ask more. Let's go back and deploy staff to prepare."

The bald middle-aged man was obviously very good at observing words and colors, keenly aware that Feng Yun was already a little unhappy, and immediately chose to leave, and secretly stopped other bookstore owners from asking questions about Feng Yun.

The group soon disappeared at the door.

Feng Yun kept his gaze back until they disappeared, then turned to look at Feng Zhu, and said, "You can follow up on this matter to confirm that they have really deployed as many people as possible to publish the manuscript. Up."

"Yes."

Fengzhu responded and immediately walked to the door.

After Fengyun watched Fengzhu leave, he picked up his teacup and drank it.

Feng Hong immediately came over to add tea to him. After filling the tea cup, she did not leave, but asked directly

: "Yun, is it too much to print 500,000 copies? The entire Golden Dragon tribe is just over one million people. This means that two can be divided into one book."

"Although everyone is more eager to read characters, there are still many people who only recognize a few characters and can't read books at all. Excluding this part of the population, the total number of people in the tribe who can read may not be 50. Million."

Having said that, she stopped speaking and did not continue, but the meaning was already very clear. If he insisted on printing so many copies, a considerable part of it would be wasted.

"More is no problem."

Feng Yun didn't seem to care at all.

"You are happy."

Seeing Feng Yun's attitude, Feng Hong stopped persuading him.

Anyway, even if he loses money, Fengyun pays the money and has nothing to do with her. In addition, with the wealth he currently possesses, even if the 500,000 books are not sold in the end, he can fully bear it and does not put any pressure on him.

Feng Yun drank the tea in the cup again, but prevented Feng Hong from pouring him again, stood up, and walked to the door.

"Yun, where are you going?"

Feng Hong asked while placing the teapot on the table.

"I'm going to take a trip to the refining workshop to arrange the refining of the chess pieces."

In order to keep the chess pieces for a longer period of time, Feng Yun plans to make them by mixing tools.

You must know that the people who will play chess in the future are all totem fighters, and many of them are of high level, ordinary chess pieces, they will be crushed by them when they are excited.

"Yun, is Go really as good as what you have?"

Feng Hong couldn't help asking.

Feng Yun is planning to implement Go in all places, she knows.

Fengyun didn’t conceal her about this matter, but her mind was focused on improving her cooking skills and researching new dishes. She didn’t care about it until Fengyun interviewed the bookstore owners and told her They proposed an incredible print volume in her opinion, and she realized how much he paid the promotion of Go.

"Go is really good. Not only can it increase the speed of the brain, but it can also calm down and sharpen temperament. These are all helpful to improve the cultivation of xinxing."

As Feng Yun answered, he kept walking towards the door, and when he finished his last word, the person had disappeared at the door.

"It seems that it is necessary to study Go."

Feng Hong showed a thoughtful expression, but her attention shifted to the cooking skills: "Forget it, let's talk about it at the time. Now I'm going to study Xin Cai and give Yun a surprise." She walked to the kitchen. past.

Fengyun soon came to the craftsmanship workshop and found that there were quite a few people in it, some were crafting crafts, some were refining materials, and some were drawing drawings, apparently designing props.

In addition, there are many people who are not crafting workshops, most of them come to buy props, and those with richer families come to seek customization.

When people saw him coming, they greeted him, and he responded.

He came to the depths of the refining workshop, where there was a courtyard dedicated to him, including refining room, design room, showroom, storage room, and rest room.

The door was unlocked, and Feng Yun pushed open the courtyard door and walked in, and saw Gong Lu hammer in the courtyard.

He was sitting next to a stone table in the courtyard, holding a charcoal pen, and writing and drawing on a large piece of white paper.

The picture on the white paper is very messy, and with Fengyun's eyes, it is impossible to tell what he is painting.

He was not surprised.

He could see that Gong Lu hammer should be brewing. It is very possible that he himself hadn't thought of a specific plan, so it was naturally impossible to give a clear composition.

When Gong Luzhu saw Fengyun coming, he didn't speak, but he looked up at him, nodded, and focused on the drawing.

Feng Yun walked to the table, sat down, and drew the drawing with his hands and put it aside.

"Yun, what are you doing?"

Gong Lu Hammer showed a displeased expression, and said, "You gave me the key to this yard. You said, when you are away, I can come in and use it whatever you want. I don't even enter the room now, just borrow your yard. Draw a drawing on the table in the middle, why are you not happy? If you really don’t want to see me come into this yard, you can do it early..."

Obviously, he misunderstood Fengyun.

Feng Yun didn't wait for him to finish speaking, so he interrupted him: "Hammer, you have misunderstood. I am not unwilling you to come into my yard. Do not hesitate to come if you want to. This time I have something to ask you for help."

"So this is ah."

The anger on Gong Luchui's face immediately disappeared, a smile appeared, and he said, "Let's talk. What's the matter? If I can help, I will do my best."

Feng Yun said straightforwardly: "I am going to let you help me refine a batch of chess pieces."

"Pawn? What pawn? Are there any special requirements?"

"It's a Go chess piece. There is no requirement, as long as it is strong enough."

"What is Go? Tell me quickly."

Gong Lu hammer immediately became interested.

"Go is a game similar to Gobang, but it..."

Fengyun explained Gonglu hammer.

During this process, in order to facilitate his understanding, he also took out a piece of Go that he had saved from the Qiankun bag, showed him, and briefly demonstrated the gameplay.

"Yun, are you saying that this little Go can improve the cultivation of xinxing?"

Gong Lu hammer looked at the chessboard with an incredible expression.

Although he did not participate in the training held by Fengyun during this period of time because of something, he still knew the concept of Xinxing cultivation base very well, and Fengyun was about to blow it up.

Although he has not 100% believed in the effect of the cultivation of xinxing, mainly because he thinks it is too magical, but he still got on his mind and decided to try it if he has time, in case it is really as magical as Fengyun said. Well, isn't he a big loss.

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