"What did the young lady write about? The legend of the rivers and lakes or the anecdote of Gong Jue or a love story?" The shopkeeper asked Rong Huang while opening the manuscript.

The lips under Rong Huang's drapery dangled lightly, and said softly, "The shopkeeper will know it by looking at it."

As soon as the shopkeeper heard this, he immediately buried his head and looked at it. Hearing the girl's tone, it seemed like a bamboo in his chest...Huh?

Lord Wang and his little petit husband?

Why does it sound like the name of a third-rate picture book?

As if seeing the silence of the shopkeeper's heart, Rong Huang lowered his voice and explained, "The shopkeeper, I promise you that as long as this book is published in a book, you will be soft when you receive money in the future."

The shopkeeper's eyelids moved and did not speak.

It was clearly written in the manuscript that the fifth prince and the lord Wang, he wanted to die before putting this thing in the bookstore.

Rong Huang coughed slightly, and the veil covering his face moved slightly, "The shopkeeper, not all books can only be sold in the bookstore to make a lot of money."

The shopkeeper was watching with gusto, and immediately raised his head when he heard this, and asked with interest, "What does the girl mean?"

Rong Huang's heart caught the bait, but his tone was full of seriousness, "I wonder if you have heard of the black market?"

black market?

Of course, I have heard that some things that can't be sold and traded on the surface are sold for big prices there.

"What does this have to do with the girl you wrote?"

Rong Huang murmured something stupid, but fortunately there was a veil blocking it, so that the shopkeeper could not hear it.

"Nowadays, the sage advocates Taoism, and that Taoism is built everywhere. Let me ask you, where should I buy those classics such as Confucianism and Legalism?"

Before the shopkeeper could speak, Rong Huang continued to flicker, "My book is the same as those classics, but my book can make a lot of money."

The shopkeeper seemed to understand something, and the hand in his sleeve clenched a fist, what should I do if I was a little excited?

but......

"I'm not afraid of the girl's jokes, I didn't run this bookstore, I just looked at the store for someone else."

Rong Huang waved her hand, of course she knew, but this was not the point.

The point is that as long as he can make Ji Ting's servant so disgusting that he wants to hang himself, it is nothing to pit a shopkeeper.

"So what? Who would have trouble with money? You know I know she knows this." Rong Huang pointed to You Ling behind him.

"The shopkeeper will publish them in a book. At the end of the month, I will ask someone to ship them out. How about the money you make?"

The shopkeeper was somewhat moved.

To be honest, this "Master Wang and His Little Petite" is really good.

And there is no shortage of dignitaries in the world who want to watch royal jokes. As long as this book is printed in a book, it will be a big hit.

The shopkeeper weighed it up in his heart, and finally made a decision, "Then I will be responsible for publishing and printing. You take the book away when there is no one. Remember to be unaware of it. If I am discovered by the owner, I will definitely be dealt with. "

Rong Huangyi said righteously, "Don't worry, I have a wide network of people in my hands, and you won't be involved."

The shopkeeper thinks this is the best way. The workers in the bookstore are all illiterate, which guarantees that this matter will not spread.

The girl promised him that she would be fine.

The shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled on an old orange-skinned face, "Girls are really good people, good people are rewarded, and girls will surely have good luck in the future."

Rong Huang accepted the flattery with a smile, set the time for the next manuscript, and left with You Ling.