The playboys left happily after paying the deposit. Yuchi Ming's hands holding the account book were trembling, "Brother Yan and the others ordered more than 7,000 copies in total, which is nearly 160,000 yuan. We are going to get rich!"

Zhang Buer said with a sad look: "If Alang takes over all his business, he will only make more money. It will be a good deal for them!"

Yuchi Ming said: "If it weren't for them, it would be difficult to sell a hundred volumes. The owner behind Fenglailou is definitely not an ordinary merchant. Chang'an has his business, and Yangzhou has 80% of them. This person must be a bit powerful. How can we get involved with him without power or position? We can sell paintings all over the sky with the hands of the children of this aristocratic family. Fenglailou can only jump to the feet."

"It's precisely this. We have earned enough. If you have the time to feel sorry for money, you might as well find some reliable personnel. After all, there are more than 8,000 books. It's impossible to count on us."

"What kind of staff does Alang want? I will go to Nanshi tomorrow to hire a few."

"No need, just find neighbors and neighbors when you have nothing to do. It's still reliable than outsiders."

The establishment of the market system was established by rulers to facilitate the management of the people. Everyone lived in the same house for several generations. Over time, the relationship was caused by deep emotional accumulation, and many of them even multiplied in the house.

Everyone is inevitably frustrated, but mutual assistance is the mainstream value. Children know that when they fight, they want to help the people in this yard. If they do something that is sorry to the neighbors, they will be stung and even unable to stay.

Just like Yan Wei was so annoying in the past, but when he was "infatuated" the neighbors still came to help him urinate, which shows that the people's hearts are simple and usable.

When he heard that Yan Wei was going to recruit people to do things, he gave him a hundred ounces of wages a day, and neighbors flocked to him. Yan Wei only chose men with good reputation and older women, and told them to give so much wages to ask them to keep it confidential.

Everyone agreed, but when they saw what they wanted to do, the old women spitted one by one. Even if they didn't pay for this embarrassing job, they wouldn't go outside to talk nonsense. Everyone felt that there was no one who wanted to leave, after all, a hundred cigars was a lot.

For the hundred cents, Fang Zheng Lao Feng didn't even look at the door and worked hard to help Yan Wei. Lao Feng had the prestige among the neighbors and had good organizational skills. After figuring out the process of printing books, he would sort out the work in just two days, and there was no need for Yan Wei to ask about it. Yan Wei gave him an extra hundred cents of papers for this.

"The five hundred books I just printed have been sent to Mr. Wang and Mr. Dou. The money collected is in the carriage. Please check the accounts for them!"

"What, I even took back the money! I can't trust you if I have anything to do. Sit down and drink a drink and rest for a while!" Yan Wei poured a bowl of wine for Lao Feng, "Old Feng is really a talented person to build a shop with your talents. I feel a little embarrassed to give you two hundred cents a day."

"Young Master, don't joke with me. The court gives me 400 words a month. I'm still getting up early and working as a cow and a horse!"

Yuchi Ming said: "Brother Yan didn't joke with you. It's okay that boy named Wang. The man surnamed Dou has always been unhappy in doing things. You can bring the money back in one trip, so you are capable."

"You two are so ridiculous. I still don't know what I have to pay. The two young masters Wang and Dou paid the bill so happily, but it's not because the album is easy to sell. To be honest, I have a reward for this trip. Both young masters Wang and Dou both told me to print theirs first, saying that I would add hundreds of copies."

Yuchi Ming said: "If they give you money, they will take it. As for them, they will be justified. Let's do things! Xiaozhu, buy a lamb leg in the south market and let Wanniang stew it and add food to everyone."

Xiao Zhu took the purse and walked out of the yard. Zhang Buer, who was feeding the horse, put down the grass and went to open the door. He muttered a few words to the person who came and came back and reported, "I'm here outside and said I'm here to ask for a painting."

Yan Wei said: "Isn't it said that we won't takeout paintings here, let him go to Hanmoxuan in Nanshi to buy them."

Zhang Buer said: "I said that too, but he said he came from Hanmoxuan and it was sold out. He also said that he was an official and served as the "Tenth Aunt" in the Secretariat. Is there such an official?"

Old Feng smiled contemptuously, "It's a big deal. It's not as good as my party in Luoyang City. You just want to scold him."

Lao Feng was not bragging. After Wu Zetian ascended the throne, he searched for talents everywhere to be appointed officials and made wishes, both to win people's hearts and to attack dissidents. However, she had too many officials, and she had no place to settle down in the yamen. The censor and the censor were walking around the streets.

For this reason, some officials wrote poems to mock him, "There are all carriages, and the amount of money is to pick up the censors. They are the censors who are the bowls of the proofreaders."

Some time ago, Shanglinfang arrested four wine thieves, one censor, two picking up the deceased, and one filling the deceased. They were all high-end talents, which made Wu Zetian lose face and cleaned up many people in one breath.

Zhang Buer went there and came back soon and reported, "If that person doesn't leave, he said he is from the Crane Control Bureau, so we can't afford to offend him!"

"Crane Control Supervisor! Please invite him in! I'll go and invite him in person!"

Yuchi Ming jumped up from Hu's bed like a cat with his tail stepped on, and hurried to the door. When he came back, there was already an extra person around him.

I saw this man with a blue hairpin, a white face and a handsome facial features. However, his eyes were dull and thick powder could not cover his dark eye sockets, making him look like an empty young man.

"Brother Yan, this is Yu Shiyi from the Secretariat. The only word "Xiu" is a beautiful character!" Yuchi Ming enthusiastically introduced Yan Wei to know him, but the other party looked arrogant, as if waiting for Yan Wei to come up to flatter him.

Yan Wei didn't want to pay attention to him, but Yuchi Ming turned his eyes wildly and had to bite the bullet and say a lot of flattery words against his will.

"Sit here on Yu Shiyi! Old Feng get up quickly!" Yuchi Ming pulled Yu Xiu and sat down on Hu's bed, handing him drinks and snacks. He probably never treated his own master so diligently.

Yu Xiu said straight to the point: "Young Master Yuchi doesn't have to be busy anymore. I just came here to ask for a book "A Picture of Hundred Birds Paying to the Phoenix."

"It's true!" Yuchi Ming went to the inner room to pick up a picture album that had just been sewn and presented it with both hands, "Please give me some appreciation!"

Yu Xiu took it and flipped it around and said, "Thank you! I have something to do, so I will say goodbye!"

Zhang Buer stretched out his arm to stop him, "You haven't paid yet, do you want to leave now?"

Yuchi Ming knocked Zhang Buer off his arm, "Don't be rude to Yu Shiyi. What's the worth of a picture album! Yu Shiyi is not in a hurry to leave. Xiaoke has something important to ask for advice!"

Yu Xiu said coldly: "I can't ask Mr. Yuchi to give me a picture album for free. Just ask if you have anything to say!"

Yuchi Ming asked tentatively: "Is it true that Yu Shiyi told the servants that he had a part-time job in the Crane Control Supervisor?"

Yu Xiu said bluntly: "Young Master Yuchi wants me to recommend you to the Crane Control Supervisor."
Chapter completed!