MTL - Joy of Life-v2 Chapter 21 Plan

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Moonlight moonlight, shining on the gallery.

Fan Ruoruo said with pity: "My future embarrassment, I heard that I am suffering from ... lungs, often hemoptysis, so I have been fasting the oil, the girl you said is licking the chicken legs." She thought about her brother before The scene that I said could not be laughed at. "That is naturally impossible to be Miss Lin. Not to mention the appearance of Miss Lin Jia is said to be only a delicate show. It is definitely not as beautiful as the brother described."

Fan Xianyi thought, and sure enough, he sighed and said nothing about it, but he would not give up the idea of ​​finding the girl, but another picture appeared in his mind, and he could not help but frown.

"He is a lung?" He knows that in this world, the lungs are equal to incurable diseases. Although he has studied with Fei Jie for a year, he has not broken all aspects of practice in the future, but since the other party is the daughter of the long princess, then there must be a royal family. Medical treatment, even the doctors can not cure the disease, can they have any way?

Fei Jie is not here, this is really a big problem.

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The next day, after Fan was free, he found that his father and sister and Liu were not there. They ate some porridge and vegetables under the service of the next person, and they were ready to go out. He plans to go to the temple to bump into luck and see if he can meet the girl again.

When he was about to go out, Fan Sizhen ran over, took his sleeves, pulled him into the study, and handed him a few sheets of paper very seriously. Fan Xian glanced at him curiously and found that his brother’s eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. It seemed that he had stayed up late last night and asked: "You don’t sleep at night, and you don’t have to say you when you see it?"

Fan Sixiao smiled a few times: "Learn about you, squatting."

Fan laughed, and the fingers opened the sheets of paper and looked at the jaws, which read the "plan" that Fan Sizhen did last night. Although Fan Fei was not a successful businessman, he had never eaten pork. I have always seen pigs running. The business atmosphere of the past life is completely different from today's Qingguo. In addition to the special occupations he has worked on, this confidence is still there.

His brows gradually wrinkled and asked: "You have a good idea, but I am not familiar with Kyoto, so the location of the bookstore is good, you have to consider it. But there is a problem, although the source of the manuscript is only available to us. After you print it out, how can you guarantee that other booksellers will not pirate?"

Fan Siyi said with a sullen anger: "The family is very leisure now. Those family members are all okay to do. They can let them stroll around the street and see a family that is pirated."

Fan is stupid, thinking that you will only fight? Completely inconsistent with his expectations, he smiled and shook his head: "Don't look at the booksellers, but the profits are not small. Who knows if there is any background behind other homes."

"What the **** is it? This manuscript was originally a family. Is there any reason for his piracy?" Fan Si said.

Fan Xian reminded him: "There is no clause in the Qing Law to protect the manuscript from being printed.... Again, this book has not passed the eight audits. If you go to court, you will only lose money first."

Fan Siyi smiled and said: "This is not afraid. If you really want to open a book, let us write a letter, there will be no face in eight places."

Fan Xianyi thinks that his own seemingly ordinary father has a much deeper relationship with the supervision institute than the average person knows. He changed his mind and said: "Even if you get rid of the identity of the **, you can't rely on it alone. Fighting and robbing to eliminate competitors, the so-called hitting people can not face, you in the streets of Kyoto to catch those middle-aged women, seal other people's shop, this is to tear the face of the practice. For the silver, the back of the two sides fight together, everyone Not worthwhile."

"What the fear?" Fan Siyi gave him a look. He seemed to think that this brother had some women. "If you feel that you don't have a name, you can find a way to set a rule. Then follow the rules, if other booksellers dare It’s okay to pirate and let the government come forward."

Fan Xian haha ​​laughed: "The rules? Is the law of the court going to play like this, just because the Fan family wants to produce a book, the law has been changed."

Fan Sizhen shook his head and said: "How to change the law? Of course, it is the way to go. The change of the Kyoto garrison regulations is still very simple. Ye Chongjia’s murderous mother and the soft-jia lord have a good relationship. I ask my sister to let Jingjun Wangfu and Ye. The government said nothing."

Fan has an interest and asked: "Can the Kyoto garrison regulations still sell books?"

Fan Siyi stunned and thought about it and said: "There seems to be a clause in the management of the people, just to play."

Fan Xian is extremely admired, thinking that this little guy has the potential to be a profiteer. The collusion between the government and the business, the tricks of the urban management team can be thought out in the air, but he knows that there is always a gap between ideal and reality. "Are you profiting?"

"Ten rewinds, each volume of eight or two silver, a total of 68 rounds. Kyoto has a total of 640,000 people, a thousand people a roll, can also sell more than 600 sets. Fine calculation, can sell There are thirty-five thousand eight hundred and forty-two silvers." Fan Sizhen said with gusto, these items have long been clear, "Luodong Road's rent is more expensive, plus the cost of revision, all the printed matter is given to If you do it, you can do less."

“Wan Juantang?” Fan Xian asked questions.

"Kyoto's most famous private engraving of this Yinfang." Fan Sizheng smiled and said: "He has a big career, but there are no reliable figures behind him. If you dare to write a manuscript, you will copy him to the bottom and earn only I am afraid of more."

Fan is depressed and wants to vomit blood.

"Actually, at least a few thousand dollars will be credited to the accounts during the year. If you can really let other booksellers rest, this number will go up."

Fan sighed and sighed: "You are too optimistic. If you want to be a successful businessman, you must plan ahead and say your estimated number. Although the people of Kyoto are rich, each set needs more than 50 silver. Many people can afford this price."

Fan Sizhen was shocked and looked at Fan Xi like watching a monster. He said, "Don't you know what the book you wrote is now?"

Fan Xianyi’s eyes widened, and he thought that the Dream of Red Mansions gradually became popular during the previous Qianlong period. He also saw that he sold hundreds of silver in the miscellaneous smells, but that was a manuscript, and there were not many rumors. If you are going to print, do you want to print it? Can you sell so expensive?

Fan Siyi sighed: "A few days ago, I heard that the Miss of Kyoto House had read the book written by my brother. The tea was not thought, and I was so mad. I was burned by the wife of the house, the lady. I screamed: I burned my treasure jade, and I have been sick for a long time... Brother, this Kyoto is no more than other places, officials are like a dog, how many young ladies are doing nothing all day? Selling hundreds of thousands of sets is a bit There is no problem."

Fan is stupid, thinking if he should give some snacks to condolence to the poor lady.

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