Chapter 002 When three people are together, there must be my teacher

Youdao is a person who has achieved the Tao, chickens and dogs can ascend to heaven. Obviously Chen Cao is not. He thought that his life would be prosperous after joining Jinyiwei, but later he found out that the Chiba Baihusuo where he was located was the least profitable place in Nanjing Jinyiwei. The Nanjing Imperial Palace was close to the bell

The mountain is located in the east of the city, and the most prosperous Jinling Wastewater Treasury and the Qinhuai River are also located here. The west of the city has always been a place where sewage and feces are collected. The people who live there are basically idle people from various religions and nine streams. Not to mention the important task of public security.

Most of the filial piety money received went to the boss.

Since the death of Chen Cao's cheap father Chen Fei Zhan, the Chen family, which was originally relatively prosperous, has begun to plummet. The first is the pension. Due to the tradition of the Ming Dynasty, Chen Fei's general title and pension money have been restored.

At the end of the exploitation, only ten taels of silver were left in the hands of the Chen family. This was all because Chen Fei was a general of the Duke of Wei. Otherwise, the responsibility for the defeat of Sarhu was Du Song's named general.

Everyone will suffer. If they had not died in battle, the consequences would have been serious.

Ten taels of silver can support a family for a year in a small rural home, but in Nanjing city, ten taels of silver can live on for at most half a month. For this reason, Chen Li also dismissed many servants and maids in the family, leaving only

The old housekeeper and an old woman were left behind.

"I'm poor..." Chen Cao walked back and forth in the dormitory several times. How to make money has become the most critical thing now.

After dying once but not succeeding, Chen Cao discovered that there are many benefits to traveling through time. Others can do "make peace with what they have come to", so of course he can do it too.

Performing arts? No, Chen Cao shook his head. Although this "Chen Cao" has a strong body and some martial arts skills, he is still a royal guard after all. He cannot lose face, otherwise his job will be sold out.

His main profession is firearms. Although in this era, no one knows what automatic rifles and pistols are, everyone knows about firecrackers. Making firecrackers privately is tantamount to rebellion, and his head must be hung high on the roof of a sunny building.

Thinking of this, Chen Cao trembled. What could he do?

Chen Cao, who was confused, was already walking in Nanjing city unknowingly. The weather in August was a bit hot, and the Feiyu suit he was wearing was also a bit hot and dazzling. Although it was not as good as Beizhen Fusi, those rogue little bastards

Seeing Chen Cao, they all bowed their heads.

‘Juxianju’...

Chen Cao looked up at the sign above his head and walked in by accident.

The waiter was young, and when he saw Feiyufu walking in, he was startled for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Hey, I wonder what the boss's instructions are when he comes to the shop?" How can he be in Nanjing, a place where there are so many honorable people?

When opening a shop, he has a sharp eye: "You will be waiting for me later, the little one will serve you tea."

Juxianju, a bookstore, sells the most popular story books at the moment. It is also the favorite place for ladies and many scholars in Jinling City. It is the shop with the best sales and the most prosperous business in the west of the city.

"It would be embarrassing if the General Banner came here to collect filial piety. To tell you the truth, our Juxian Residence is the property of Lord Chaozhong." The shopkeeper walked out from behind the counter and said with a slightly mocking hand.

"Shopkeeper, what is the most popular novel at the moment?" Chen Cao ignored the shopkeeper's cold words and looked over and over on the bookshelf.

I bet you are here to buy books...

The shopkeeper said with a smile on his face: "Master Haojiao Zongqi knows that the best-selling storybook nowadays is "The Shadow of the Wutong" written by Bai Mengsheng. Basically every young lady in Jinling City has a copy."

Poems in the Ming Dynasty were prolific, and so were the scripts. All the ladies stayed at home, and besides embroidering, only the instinct of scripts filled the hearts of these underage girls.

"Master General Banner, would you like to buy a copy and go back and have a look?" the shopkeeper asked cautiously. As he said, everyone who opens a store in Jinling City has an official or noble background. What if this ignorant General Banner

With the backing of a shitty high-ranking official, you are just causing trouble for yourself.

"Shopkeeper, how much do you charge for collecting phonetic books here?"

ah?

The shopkeeper thought he had misjudged his errand, until Chen Cao repeated it again, he finally realized that feelings are not here to buy things, so his smile changed and he looked businesslike: "Five cents per thousand words, if the sales are good, every thousand words

Add five more characters."

Only one hundred thousand words can earn five taels of silver?

Chen Cao shook his head inwardly, then raised his head and said, "I have a good story here. I wonder if the shopkeeper is interested."

"Hey, Mr. General Banner has written a storybook?" The shopkeeper looked at Chen Cao with a mocking look on his face.

It's not that he looks down on people, but in this era where literature is valued over martial arts, scholars are a privileged class, but anyone who can read has to be called "boy" or "gongzi" in the fields.

...When I read thousands of volumes, I feel like I have a spirit when I write...

'But it was said that when Nuwa was refining stones to mend the sky, she made thirty-six thousand five hundred and one pieces of hard stone twelve feet high and twenty-four feet square at Wuji Cliff in Dahuang Mountain. Emperor Na Wa only used

Thirty-six thousand five hundred yuan, only one piece was left unused and abandoned at the foot of Qinggeng Peak...'

It's not that Chen Cao can memorize the entire Dream of Red Mansions, but as a lover of history, he always reads the Four Great Classics or the novels of Ancient Heroes or Jin Daxia in his spare time when fishing, and following him through time is a copy of Dream of Red Mansions and a copy of Dream of Red Mansions.

The Legend of Heaven and Dragon Slaying and the Legend of the Condor Heroes.

Chen Cao is confident that if these three books are sold to him in the form of chapter novels, they will definitely fetch a good price.

"Brother," Chen Qing trotted into Chen Cao's dormitory. Chen Cao felt a headache when he saw this cheap girl. Thinking of the last time he almost strangled himself, Chen Cao had the urge to destroy the flower with his own hands.

"Brother, don't you have to go to the Yamen for duty?"

Chen Cao also wants to pretend to be a master in Jinyiwei. The most important thing is that the place is quiet and peaceful...

"The General Banner doesn't need to be on duty at all. Our Hundred Households, hey, all the Hundred Households have gone to run the tavern. Unless there is something important, my subordinates will definitely inform you..."

When Chen Cao thought of his subordinate Xiao Qi's words, his first feeling was that he was being ignored, but then he figured out that for a kind-hearted Jinyiwei like him, there were only eight thousand in the Ming Dynasty. It was an honorary position, and he usually went to hundreds of households.

Just click Mao, and then you won't have anything to do with yourself.

Thinking about it, simply going to Baihu Station every day to go through the cutscenes, and then coming back to copy and write scripts is the real way to make a fortune. Even if time doesn't wait for us, you can survive by earning money and sailing overseas.

"Brother, did you write this?" Chen Qing looked at the transcript on the table with wide eyes, and then said in surprise: "Brother, what's next? What did the county magistrate say?"

"The county magistrate has ordered that Chen Qing be stripped naked and thrown into the street..."

"..."

...The money empire starts with making money...

Looking at the thirty cents on the table, Chen Cao's first pot of gold in this world, and then thinking of the flattering look on the shopkeeper's face when he left, he smiled and shook his head...

"I don't know what the history books will say in the future. The author of Dream of Red Mansions is Nalan Rongruo, ha..."

Unknowingly, Dream of Red Mansions written by an author named Nalan Rongruo in Jinling City began to become popular in the city. Not only ladies, but also scholars began to pursue this type of chapter novels.

"This guy is extremely hateful. Bai Mengsheng wouldn't dare to be so appetizing..."

"Zhanghui style novels are the first of its kind in the Ming Dynasty. Nalan's writing style is indeed pure and pure, which is beyond our reach..."

"I read it at night by candlelight yesterday, but it was a pity that there were only eight chapters, which really made it difficult for me to fall asleep..."

Mr. Nalan Rongruo, the author of The Dream of Red Mansions, who had made the people of Jinling City sleepless, was bargaining with Zhou Decai, the shopkeeper of Juxianju, who came to the door in person.

"Master General Banner, please be merciful. Fifty cents is already the highest price our store can offer. Don't you think about it? I also need to eat in my store?" Zhou Decai smiled bitterly, showing himself to be a

Poor wage earner.

Chen Cao recently learned a new skill, which is to serve tea to guests, so in order to show his high literary attainments, he also imitated the literati's style of serving tea and drinking it slowly.

However...

Zhou Decai's culture is not very high. The main purpose of this trip is to urge Chen Cao to update his articles quickly. His Juxian Residence has been blocked several times by scholars and ordinary people who want to read the stories behind. A housekeeper of the Marquis Mansion even personally

Come and buy the later chapters for your lady.

Some brave ones even made harsh words, threatening to destroy their business if Juxianju didn't release a new chapter.

As the saying goes, the law does not punish the public, let alone a group of scholars who came. How could Zhou Decai have the courage to fight with this group of people? Even if his backend was working in the Nanjing Ministry, he would not dare to conflict with a group of scholars.

Therefore, Chen Cao drank all the tea, but Zhou Decai still didn't move.

"Shopkeeper Zhou? Don't you understand what I mean?" Chen Cao thought that he was not clear enough, so he filled up the tea and drank again.

"Oh my Lord, please stop drinking. Making money is more important." Zhou Decai was so anxious that he even wanted to kneel down.

Mr. Chen didn't want to drink anymore, so he put down his tea cup and said seriously: "Let's do this, shopkeeper Zhang. Business is called business only when there are discussions and measures."

Before Chen Cao finished speaking, Zhou Decai interrupted: "Yes, yes, what General Banner said makes sense. I am just a shopkeeper, and there is a boss behind me..."

Chen Cao didn't hear all the rest of the words, but the previous words were clear. This guy was just a messenger, and the price must have changed, or he wanted to swallow up the difference. After all, Chen Cao was also a time-traveling household, and he would be a notorious financial figure in later generations.

It’s easy to learn that.

"Stop it," Chen Cao waved his hand: "Shopkeeper Zhou, I didn't raise the price intentionally, but compared prices based on goods. I have also heard what Bai Mengsheng said. The highest price so far is one thousand words and one hundred and twenty yuan, so just take it.

Let's talk about "Shadow of the Wutong". You gave him one hundred and twenty-five thousand words, plus 20% of the bonus after the book was published. I'm right, right?"

After hearing what Chen Cao said, Zhou Decai blushed. The weather was cool today, but sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.

"My request is very simple, one thousand words and one hundred and fifty cents, and the bonus will be divided into 50%, so I won't be accused of extortion."

"My chief bannerman..." Zhou Decai shouted. It was not that he was unwilling. Just as Chen Cao had guessed, the price offered by the boss before leaving was no more than 200 yuan, and the bottom line for the dividend was also 50 yuan.

50% off, but once he agrees, the rebate he can get will be very few. What’s more, hit story books don’t come out all the time. Bai Mengsheng’s story books only come out with a hit story every year or two:

"General Banner, you can't do it. You are just raising the price on the ground."

"Don't refuse in a hurry, would you like to consider it?" Chen Cao looked at Zhou Decai with a smile, then picked up the teacup and drank tea.

Now the old boy seemed to be sensible. He stood up, cupped his hands towards Chen Cao and said, "Mr. Chen Qi, I'm leaving..."

Looking at Zhou Decai's leaving figure, Chen Cao shouted at the top of his voice: "Shopkeeper Zhou, please go slowly. The next time you come to visit, you won't be able to write a thousand words and a hundred and fifty cents."

Zhou Decai left angrily, but what he didn't expect was that the next day, their old rival, Chengxi Shuxiangfang, released five new chapters at once, and publicized that Nalan Rongruo, the author of "A Dream of Red Mansions", authorized them to sell the first three chapters.

Rights to ten chapters.

For a time, the Shuxiangfang, which had originally had a light business, suddenly became crowded, while the Juxian Residence not far away was deserted.
To be continued...