On this day, Lin Wanrong was also extremely tired. He went to bed as soon as he got home. In this era, the sky was azure, the water was dark green, the air was fresh, and the vegetables were non-toxic. In such a rare environment, it was naturally comfortable to sleep.
As for those lustful things, it wasn't that he didn't want to, it was just that he hadn't decided who to do it with yet.
The next morning, Lin Wanrong woke up and rushed to the earliest group of people on the street. He ate two deep-fried pancakes and drank a bowl of freshly made tofu pudding. Green food was good. Now he was full of energy and valiantly went to Dong's house.
When he arrived at Dong's house, Dong was drinking porridge and had only taken half a bite of the newly steamed white bun.
"Brother Lin, you haven't had breakfast yet, right? I just steamed white bun, have a taste." Dong Qiaoqiao brought a bowl of porridge to Lin Wanrong and picked out the two largest white bun for him.
Ever since she found out that Lin Wanrong was a loner and that Lin Wanrong didn't look like a young master, Dong Qiaoqiao directly "demoted" Lin Wanrong from young master to big brother Lin and warmly invited Lin Wanrong to eat three meals a day at her house.
Sigh, how could she do that? Lin Wanrong was a shy person and eating ten meals every five days was enough.
Looking at the two white bun in front of him, he suddenly remembered a joke he had seen before.
A certain man in love touched his girlfriend's nipple for the first time and sighed, "Wow, it looks like a bun."
The girl said shyly, "No, how can mine be as big as a bun."
The boy said, "I'm talking about Wang Zai Bun."
It was a pity that if Lin Wanrong told this joke to Dong and his daughter, he would probably be chased out by a broom.
Lin Wanrong's appetite was greatly stimulated. He was shameless by nature anyway, so it didn't matter if he had more. He shouted, "Great, Qiaoqiao, I'm not full yet. Thank you."
Dong's eyes were red. It was obvious that he had stayed up all night. Lin Wanrong, on the other hand, was sleeping soundly last night. Lin Wanrong felt a little embarrassed for being so disrespectful to the elderly. However, it was also his duty to do his job well.
"Uncle Dong, how's the photocopying over there?" Lin Wanrong saw that Dong only cared about eating porridge, so he quickly asked.
Dong wiped his mouth and pointed behind him, saying, "Behind you, five hundred books, all over there."
Lin Wanrong jumped up and swallowed half a bun. He turned around and looked. Sure enough, the five hundred booklets were stacked neatly and emitted the fragrance of oil.
Lin Wanrong picked up the booklet at the top and carefully flipped through it. The photocopying effect was passable, and Lady Xiao's portrait was also clearly visible. This girl probably hadn't heard of the concept of portrait rights. I've earned this money. Anyway, I'm going to go in and serve her soon, so I'll take it as her compensation.
Looking at the five hundred booklets, Lin Wanrong was secretly happy. It felt good to be the boss of a three-page tabloid.
"Young Master Lin, how much should we charge for these booklets?"
Ever since he knew of Lin Wanrong's identity as a half-baked scholar, Dong's respect for Lin Wanrong didn't change at all. However, when he called him Young Master, even Lin Wanrong didn't like it when he chewed it.
"Five taels of silver for one." Lin Wanrong caressed the booklet fondly and said without turning his head.
With a "plop" sound, the steamed bun in Uncle Dong's mouth fell straight down.
Lin Wanrong turned around and saw the father and daughter's disbelieving expression. He found it funny and said, "What, you don't believe me?"
Dong Qiaoqiao hesitated and said, "Big Brother Lin, are you really selling it for five taels of silver for one? Isn't this too expensive? " Five taels of silver was the living expenses of an ordinary family for half a year. This price was indeed not cheap. It was no wonder that the father and daughter were speechless.
"You don't believe me? Five taels of silver, and there's no haggling. Have you heard of the phrase 'rare goods can be hoarded'? "Lin Wanrong smiled mysteriously. His face didn't blush and his heart didn't skip a beat as he boasted shamelessly.
Even though Lin Wanrong couldn't see the expression on his face, he knew that he looked like an unscrupulous businessman. Moreover, he was the most shameless kind. Shamelessness was his nature. Regarding this, Lin Wanrong didn't need to hide anything.
"You have to understand the minds of those scholars. Those who are willing to fork out money to buy this booklet don't care if it's one tael or ten taels of silver. What they want is information. They want first-hand information. To them, one tael or ten taels of silver makes no difference. Their principle is not to seek the best, but to seek the most expensive. This is a very strange mentality. "
Lin Wanrong's words stunned Dong Qiaoqiao and her father. Evidently, their understanding of human nature wasn't deep enough. They still needed Lin Wanrong's guidance.
"Think about it, as long as one person buys it, who would want to fall behind? Who wouldn't want to obtain first-hand information on Lady Xiao? This is the competition effect. Just like dominoes, once one is toppled, the rest will collapse. "
Lin Wanrong had a slip of the tongue and the dominoes were all falling. He hurriedly explained, "In short, it's the mentality that no one can let others monopolize the beauty in front of them. This caused our booklet to sell like hotcakes. Think about it, as long as one day she becomes a phoenix, this little bit of money is nothing. "Lin Wanrong used his glib tongue and bragged without restraint.
Dong Qiaoqiao was quick-witted and immediately thought of the problem. "But even if Lady Xiao wants to choose a husband, she can only choose one. We have four or five hundred booklets. "
Lin Wanrong laughed and said, "There can only be one Zhuangyuan, but aren't 'The Analects of Confucius', 'The Book of Songs', 'Tao Te Ching', and 'Mencius' also selling like hotcakes? Before the results come out, everything is possible. "
Dong Qiaoqiao was obviously a kind-hearted and good girl. She was very good at planning for Lady Xiao. "But I heard that talented people come from poor families. Many talented people from poor families can't afford our booklet. Wouldn't that delay Lady Xiao's beautiful marriage? "
Lin Wanrong fainted on the spot. This girl thought too highly of them. If a booklet could affect Lady Xiao's marriage, then the Xiao Family's noble family would be in vain.
Facing Dong Qiaoqiao's eyes that thirsted for knowledge, Lin Wanrong helplessly played the role of a teacher again. He sneered and said, "Since the scholars from poor families are here, they should be mentally prepared. If they really have the ability, then they should use their ability to marry Lady Xiao. What's the matter with buying our booklets? If they want to use this to climb up to a higher branch, I can only feel sorry. Climbing up to a higher branch is not without cost. This is the price they have to pay, so they must think carefully. I didn't force them to buy it, but they have a guilty conscience. Those true scholars will definitely not buy our books. But in this world, how many of these so-called scholars of noble character and unquestionable integrity are there? We are businessmen, and what we care about is profit. We will sell to whoever pays for it. As for marriage, that is a problem that Lady Xiao should consider. We want to exert influence, but we can't do anything about it. "
Lin Wanrong's theory made Dong Qiaoqiao secretly nod. Although she still had doubts about such a high price, it was obvious that she had somewhat accepted it.
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