"Wen Hui! I'm warning you one last time, please be careful and behave yourself!"

Seeing his son making such a fuss, Du Tao banged the table and yelled angrily.

Du Wenhui was still very excited at this time.

Before he could apologize, he immediately told what he knew.

"Dad, something happened, something big happened! Qitian has reduced the price of all books to 40%! It's cheaper than the cost price we sell it at!!"

"Fuck!"

The tea bowl that Du Tao had just picked up shook suddenly.

Zhang Jingzhi was so frightened that his heart trembled.

"Why can his price be so low?!"

According to Qitian's sales model, after they copy it one to one, they can make more than half of the money based on the normal price.

Now Qi Tian directly cut off most of the profits.

This is outrageous!

Directly affects market prices.

At that time, no matter which bookstore sells books, they will need to purchase them from Qitian to ensure that they will not lose money.

Who would want Du Tao’s books?

"How long did he say it would take to sell it?"

Du Tao's heart bleeds when he thinks of the more than 30,000 books he has stored in the warehouse.

Du Wenhui scratched his head and said hesitantly:

"I don't know, but I saw that he put up a sign again. It looks like he wants to sell it here all the time."

"You bastard!"

Du Tao scratched his head anxiously, but he still couldn't understand why Qi Tian was able to raise the price to 40%!

"puff!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. At this moment, his throat felt sweet, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

"father!"

"Lao Du!"

Du Wenhui and Zhang Jingzhi quickly stepped forward to help.

At this time, Du Tao was still mumbling.

"Asshole, bastard... bastard!"

Du Wenhui asked which pot he was not opening and picking up:

"Dad, what should we do with our books?"

"puff……!"

Hearing this question, Du Tao spat out another mouthful of blood.

Zhang Jingzhi glanced at Du Wenhui speechlessly and immediately said:

"You go out first!"

"oh……"

Du Wenhui also realized that he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly walked outside.

After helping Du Tao up, Zhang Jingzhi, with a worried face, immediately said:

"Lao Du, stop saving, go directly to Lao Sun and sell the things now!"

Du Tao was stunned when he heard this.

"If Qitian's goods are also sent to the south, and the prices are compared... my reputation will be ruined!"

"Do you still have money? If you don't make money now, will you have to sell your property to survive?"

"I……"

It was the first time that Du Tao felt that life was at the end of its rope.

Now that I haven't even gotten my money back, I've lost countless silver coins again.

If there is no way to ensure that you can make money.

This time Du Tao even lost all his underwear.

Qi Tian cut off his capital chain, and now even printing technology is useless.

"Sell! I will compensate my father-in-law after the New Year. I will survive this period first."

In the end, Du Tao gritted his teeth and made a decision that went against his reputation.

"I'll do it."

Zhang Jingzhi immediately started to set off.

Now it is no longer a question of how much money they make, but how to ensure that they do not lose money.

No matter what, they must ensure that they do not lose money this time.

When Zhang Jingzhi walked out of the door, he didn't notice a petite figure already standing on the street corner in the distance.

He is constantly paying attention to his every move.

…

In the evening, the grand occasion of Qitian Study continued.

At this time, Bai Ling also came back.

"Sir, Zhang Jingzhi still sold the books to the south. Today, he packed them all in the truck and sent them out."

"Oh? These two are quite courageous."

Qi Tian smiled slightly, not worried.

In two days, the Xie family will sell some of Qitian's books to the south.

When the prices of the two parties are compared, someone will naturally know the pros and cons.

The reputation of those who help Du Tao sell high-priced books will be ruined.

Qi Tian thought of the southern salt merchant named Sun Qizhong.

He seems to be Du Tao's father-in-law.

In this wave, the suffering can only be felt by their own family members.

"Congratulations, sir, for defeating those who plagiarized technology."

When Yun Niang heard the news that Du Tao and others had fled and sent the books to the south, she also made a cup of tea and went out to express her joy to Qi Tiandao.

Looking at the grand scene in the study, Qi Tian said proudly:

"With their stolen technology, do they really think they can steal a few pieces of meat from me?"

At this time, several people also ran to Qi Tian from the far corner.

It was Sun Yazhi and a few of her friends. It looked like they were here to buy a red building.

"Qi Tian! Is the Red Mansion coming to an end?"

"Um?"

Qi Tian raised his eyebrows.

He looked at Yun Niang.

He had already finished writing The Red Mansion.

It's just that I've always used hunger marketing, hoping to help the bookstore gain popularity and sell it bit by bit.

Yun Niang also said with some worry at this time:

"Sir, it is indeed the last few updates."

The Red Mansion attracted a lot of people's attention.

I also helped Sihai Study a lot.

Qitian thought for a while and said:

"It doesn't matter, I will make it into a bound volume and continue to sell it."

As soon as they heard this, Sun Yazhi and a group of little sisters who were out shopping suddenly felt unhappy.

"Qitian, you don't have any new books anymore? It's really boring to put the books you've read together into one and continue to sell them!"

"Isn't it because you can't write it out?"
To be continued...