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The story of Peony Pavilion, Luo Qingyi used the form of vernacular, written in an easy-to-understand. Not only those who are expensive, but also the readers can understand them. Even if they are swearing, they can understand the contents of the story.

The addition was added, and seven or eight thousand words were sprinkled. This story was released. When Luo Qingying wrote the story, Jiang Yunhai had been waiting for her. After she wrote a page, he couldn’t wait to see a page. He saw the benefits and muttered.

After Luo Lanyi finished writing, Jiang Yunhai still sighed at the end of the final, and he was envious and happy. He couldn’t help but scream: "Too good, this Liu Sheng is finally with Du, suffering, and finally I don’t feel bad, I’m so sorry...”

He was excited to look at Luo Qingyi, holding a manuscript and deeply worshipping: "Luo girl, this story is too beautiful."

Look at Jiang Yunhai like this, with a red face on his face, full of sense of substitution, Luo Qingyi knows that the effect will not be bad. She smiled and smiled: "Since the effect is good, then Jiang Gongzi will quickly make people print it and make it into a book. Right, it is best to find another one who is good at drawing, draw a few pictures according to the content, and insert it into the story. The effect will be better."

Slightly think, Jiang Yunhai could not help but nodded again and again: "Luo girl is really whimsy. In the past, those stories have never been such an illustration. This time I must find a good picture, Miss Du and Liu Shusheng draws them."

Jiang Bingwen on the side is even more secretly sighed, Luo Qingyi is just a random story, it is so wonderful. He almost imagined that he was afraid that after a few days, his hundred-story study would be overcrowded and his financial resources would be wide.

"Luo girl is not a favorite of His Royal Highness!" He sighed and admired his heart.

Put down the pen, Luo Qingyan dried the ink on the paper, and put a stack of manuscripts neatly and handed over to Jiang Yunhai. The latter has already been attracted by the story of Peony Pavilion. He said to Jiang Bingwen and immediately went to the workers to start printing.

"This story is not too long, it can only be made into a booklet, and the five money and money are similar." Luo Qingyi began to count: "The first batch, Mr. Jiang Lao intends to print out?"

"So a wonderful story, try a thousand copies in advance?" Jiang Bingwen thought for a moment and seemed to have made a major decision. He looked up at Luo Qingyi: "No matter how much you can sell, you will pay for the old girl first." Three hundred and two silver, this story was originally written by Luo girl, the old is purely the cheaper of Luo girl. When the sales profit exceeds three hundred and two, the oldest will be the remaining three and seven points of Luo girl, Luo girl accounted for seven How is it?"

Seventy percent? Then, after calculating it, does Jiang Bingwen not have much income at all?

To do business, it is necessary for both sides to be beneficial. Otherwise, there will be contradictions sooner or later. Although Luo Qingyi does not intend to develop in Dongwan for a long time, her character is not that people love to take advantage of others. Moreover, she really admires Jiang Bingwen's temperament. Although she wrote the story this time, she did not specifically talk about the benefits. Jiang Bingwen took the initiative to mention it, which proves that it is worth reassuring to cooperate with him.

With a slight smile, Luo Qingying shook his head: "If Mr. Jiang Lao is so accountable, then this story will not be given to you."

Jiang Bingwen stunned, and thought that Luo Qingyu was too little, and his face was very embarrassing: "Hey... the old man is indeed cheaper in Zhanluo. In this case, Naluo girl accounts for 80%..."

"No, Mr. Jiang Lao misunderstood what I meant. I don't want 80%, and I don't want 70%. I want four achievements. And those three hundred and two, Mr. Jiang Lao didn't need to give it to me at first. I said 40%. After the story is sold, 40% of the net profit, I don't want anything else, so that's enough."

Looking at Luo Qingyi's serious look, Jin Bingwen's heart jumped, and some did not believe: "Luo girl, you... you say 40%? You can't make it, you can't, this is really too little. If not, there is Luo girl. Write this story, you can’t make a profit with a piece of money...”

Interrupted Jiang Bingwen's words, Luo Qingzheng said: "Mr. Jiang, in fact, I wrote this story, not just want to make quick money, short money, but intend to cooperate with you for a long time."

“Long-term cooperation?” Jiang Bingwen listened, and then he let go of his eyes: “Does Luo’s mean, such a good story, do you still have?”

This is naturally the original intention of Luo Qingyi to use the story to make money.

If it is a hammer sale, there is only one story, then she has no intention to earn this hundred and two. For her, money is very important, but it is not a miser. She can afford a few hundred and two. If it was not for the night in Nawan, such as Dongwan, and it was idle, Luo Qingyi was too lazy to spend so much effort.

With a confident look in his eyes, Luo Qingxiao smiled and said: "Like this story, I can at least make seventy or eighty, and not only short stories, middle articles, long articles, I can write a lot. When I was young, I was I don’t like reading, but my mother wants to teach me. I asked a gentleman who told me the story. I listened to his story for five years, and now I’m all in my mind...say, listen. So much, I will make some of it myself? Can Mr. Jiang still feel relieved?"

Justified the reason, Jiang Bingwen also had to believe, otherwise how can Luo Qingyi know so many interesting stories?

A thousand words of 'Peony Pavilion' can make him increase the income of at least 2,000 yuan this month, and don't mention the endless printing of the future, and then print it... If Luo Qingyi writes more The story comes out, isn’t he a hundred-story book...

It’s really the name of the mainland!

Pressing the excitement of his heart, Jiang Bingwen sighed at Luo Qingyi deeply: "Luo girl let the old book come back to life, the old and grateful, please accept me."

Even if she was really grateful to Jiang Bingwen, Luo Qingyi also deserved it, but she still supported Jiang Bingwen: "Mr. Jiang is not so polite, we are only mutually beneficial cooperation, even if I know so many stories, but if I can't find a customer source without you, and let me go and get the print, and deal with the workers, I have a headache."

Looking at the true look of Luo Qingying, Jiang Bingwen knew that she did not mean temptation, and she agreed to the dividend distribution method of the four sides.

But Jiang Bingwen knows that he must have taken advantage of Luo Qingyi. Even if she talked about those troubles, Baiwei Shuzhai gave her much convenience, but Jiang Bingwen understood that as long as Luo Qingyi had this wonderful story, people with a little bit of mind would not miss her. What she said is not a problem at all.

In the Baiwei study, I stayed until the evening, Jiang Yunhai was really quick to find someone, but at half an hour, I brought two artists back, saying that it was to let Luo Qingqi pick who is suitable for the illustration.

After confirming these, the three people discussed the cover of the ‘Peony Pavilion’ story, and the fonts, including the printed font size, were confirmed one by one until the sky was dark and Luo Qingyi left.

The fiery sunset hangs on the horizon, the sky is golden, and the sky above the head is gray-blue, quiet and high, and cool. Luo Qingying and Xu Lian walked slowly, watching the people returning home on the street, the merchants who passed by and the farmers who bought vegetables, have been immersed in this peaceful atmosphere.

Everything is good here, but unfortunately it is not Xichu.

Luo Qinglan knows that this is not her home. Although she is safe and rich, she still misses the place where Nalan is in the night.

No need to be sad, Luo Qingyi quickly woke up and smiled. It didn't take long for Nalan to work hard. As long as he got the situation in Xichu, everything was stable, she could go back and see him.

Back to the small courtyard, Luo Qingyi did not delay the time, and continued to write after dinner.

She had just prepared a thick pile of paper for her, and she was ready to work as soon as possible, and wrote a few more stories.

Luo Qingyi has been able to anticipate that a classic story like the ‘Peony Pavilion’, which has been circulated for thousands of years, will definitely cause a sensation as soon as it is listed. A story in the district can be sung for a long time, generating countless benefits. But she is not satisfied with this, the more stories, the more she earns money.

This thing of money is never too much.

Picking up and remembering the story, the first batch, Luo Qinglan prepared three stories.

In addition to the Peony Pavilion, she also selected two memorizing ones, one is Liu Yichuan, and the last one is Nanke. These three stories are different, but they are all new and interesting. Not only are there stories, but also far-reaching thinking, it is not just a simple story after a meal.

The protagonist of Peony Pavilion is Du Li Niang, who tells the beautiful and unrelenting love story. In the end, it is naturally a happy ending that everyone likes to see. Although Liu Yichuan is also a comedy, but it is suitable for men to see, through Liu Yi won the favor of the dragon girl, but refused the marriage of the Dragon King, more able to meet the arrogance of those who read.

But in the end, Liu Yi was still with the Dragon Girl, and she became famous. This is what everyone likes and pursues.

The third story, Nanke, is completely different from the other two stories. I have been using the big dream for decades to warn everyone. Even people who don’t understand the meaning will like this bizarre story. I am absolutely amazed. Those who are very knowledgeable, such as Jiang Bingwen, will certainly understand the profound educational significance of this story.

These three stories, compiled into a series, under the sensation, is estimated to make her harvest no less than five thousand two silver?

At the thought of the silver of the white flowers, Luo Qingying is full of energy.

Another deviation appeared. On the third day, when Nangongyu occasionally passed the Baiwei study, he found that the folks in the store were carrying a pile of small books. He knew that it was a newly printed book.

Looking at Jiang Yunhai is writing a book notice, Nangong Temple just picked up a book and looked at it at will. Without two, he couldn't lose it, and his eyes were like a stain on the book.

"This son, but like this 'Peony Pavilion' story?" After writing the notice, Jiang Yunhai came over and smiled and said: "If you like it, the son may wish to buy it back and look slowly. Anyway, it is not expensive. This is only five money."

"Five money?" Nangong 煜 煜 ,, immediately found out the silver: "Well, I want a copy." He just handed over the silver, and thought of something, asked: "Right, this story is Xiongtai you write It’s wonderful!”

Jiang Yunhai honestly said: "I don't want to be a son. This is the story that was written to the benefactor of the membership system in our store last time. Is it really good? Right, in addition to this Peony Pavilion, there are two more. The story is coming out soon. These two days are being printed. The son will be almost two days later, and will never lose to this story."

"Really, there are still two stories? Well, I will book two books first." After that, Nangong gave another one or two silver.

But he was also really depressed. He wanted to know who wrote this story. He saw at first glance that the person who wrote the story was extremely powerful, and his thoughts were unrestrained. If he could dig his own, it would be great.

It’s a pity that it’s obvious that the owner is hiding in the baby and will not tell him.

Nangong Temple never thought that the person he had been looking for was just in front of him, but he missed it every time.