Looking at a box of jewelry, Bai Song turned back and looked in the direction of Yingyue Tower.
He guessed where the jewels came from.
The lack of money is temporary, and Bai Song believes that one day he will return the money in its original form.
It won't be pretentious just because it was given by a girl.
He put away the jewelry and kept Miss Mingyue in mind.
One day of borrowing money made Bai Song understand that these days, people are not as wealthy as they imagined.
Borrowing money is difficult in any era.
The jewelry in hand can be used for emergencies, but the amount is far from enough for the preliminary construction of the palace.
So Bai Song changed his strategy. Borrowing money was not as good as making money.
When Bai Song arrived in Dongshi, he did not go to the bank, but went directly to Chenjia Bookstore.
The current scale of Chenjia Bookstore is several times larger than that of half a year ago, and the shop looks much more impressive than Mobai Qianzhuang. It has become a leading enterprise in the East City.
With its movable type printing technology, Chen Family Bookstore squeezed out the living space of other bookstores in Chang'an City. In half a year, it acquired and annexed dozens of bookstores and already occupied 80% of the book market in Chang'an City.
Afterwards, through clearing up relationships, we are now the designated supplier of student textbooks for dozens of schools in Chang'an. Through the teachers of the schools, we lead students to buy books and give rebates to the teachers, and the business becomes more and more prosperous.
I also heard that he organized all the poetry gatherings in Chang'an City, sponsored large and small poetry gatherings, and built up the brand's reputation. His routines were even more slippery than those of the Bai Song Dynasty.
Chen Xirong, Miss Chen, is now a social butterfly in the celebrity circle of Chang'an City. She is familiar with the ladies from all the families. She socializes out every day. It is not easy to meet her.
When Bai Song went to the bookstore, he saw no one, and the clerk at the bookstore didn't know where his boss was.
I only heard that my boss invites distinguished guests every day, and their whereabouts are unpredictable and elusive.
Bai Song now wants to use the channels of Chenjia Bookstore to sell books.
Bai Song wanted to make quick money, but he didn't want to bother thinking of new ways to do it. The simplest way was to sell books.
The Bai Song Dynasty has the convenience of the Bai Song Dynasty. You don’t need to memorize it by rote. You only need to exchange a manuscript from the space and hand it over to Chenjia Bookstore for printing and binding. After a few days, it can be circulated in hundreds of Chenjia Bookstores in Chang’an City.
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With the successful case of Romance of the Three Kingdoms in the past, Bai Song didn't have to worry about whether it would sell well or not.
As for which famous book to choose, Bai Song thought about it and decided on "A Dream of Red Mansions".
"A Dream of Red Mansions" has a natural advantage among the many novels in the memory of the Bai Song Dynasty. The main reason is that the style conforms to the reading habits of current literati. Compared with some vernacular texts, ancient Chinese texts are easier for ancient people to understand.
Moreover, the Bai Song Dynasty needed influence, needed to make a lot of money, and needed a book to appear and cause a sensation.
Throughout the ancient and modern Chinese and foreign novels, "A Dream of Red Mansions" is a book that can resonate with the current people in terms of storytelling, literature, sociality and other aspects. From the personal cognition of the Bai Song Dynasty, it is also determined that "A Dream of Red Mansions" will be an ancient and modern novel.
The first novel.
Only novels worthy of being number one can allow the Bai Song Dynasty to build a royal palace. The Bai Song Dynasty did not want to make money by inventing small items such as soaps and perfumes just for one thing.
Pushing has no effect.
What Bai Song wanted was once and for all.
So I held a copy of "A Dream of Red Mansions" in my hand and wanted to discuss it with Chen Xirong.
I didn’t expect that Ms. Chen is a noble person now. On weekdays, there are dozens, if not hundreds, of people in her family. How can you just meet her when you meet her?
Bai Song was in trouble, thinking that his bank and Chen's Bookstore were close together, and his clerk would always see Chen Xirong.
So Bai Song returned to the bank and found Qing'er who was busy.
Tell Qing'er to pay attention to Miss Chen next door and ask Qing'er to give Chen Xirong a message.
After hearing Bai Song's difficulties, Qing'er suddenly said: "My husband wants to see Miss Chen, why don't you ask Miss Shishi to take the message? Miss Shishi and Miss Chen are close friends. Others don't know where Miss Chen is, but Miss Shishi is sure
Know."
"Miss Shishi and Chen Xirong are close friends?"
"Uh... um..." Qing'er's voice became hesitant, and she suddenly felt that it was not a wise move to withdraw her husband and find some girl named Shishi.
But as soon as the words were spoken, Bai Song turned around and went out.
Bai Song didn't want to take the opportunity to meet Miss Shishi, but the matter at hand was really important and there was no room for delay.
The Tianxiang Pavilion where Miss Shishi lives is also in Dongshi, not far from the bank.
Bai Song walked to Tianxiang Pavilion and recalled the time when a water tune song became famous in the city half a year ago. At that time, everyone who saw Mr. Bai Song went crazy.
Half a year later, no one is talking about what happened six months ago.
People's memories are fleeting, and surprising deeds will quietly slip through our fingers as time goes by.
None of the girls in Tianxiang Pavilion who had previously begged Bai Song for his autograph recognized him. They warmly welcomed Bai Song to come in and sit down, just like they would any ordinary guest.
The old bustard enthusiastically recommended several girls to accompany him, but Bai Song declined them all, saying, "I'm here to see Miss Shishi."
"Miss Shishi..." The madam frowned slightly, "You can't just see Miss Shishi if you want to."
"Please tell Miss Shishi that Bai Song is here to visit."
Bai Song!
The madam thought of this name and frowned slightly.
She recalled the scene in the past when a girl in the Bai Song Dynasty was chasing stars because she didn't do business.
The madam didn't say anything, fearing that the chaos half a year ago would reappear, so Bai Song could rest assured that he would go and send the message himself later.
A moment later, Miss Shishi came down quickly from upstairs, waving to Bai Songzhi from afar.
The guests all noticed this surprising scene. When did Miss Shishi, who was rarely seen in the past, go downstairs to treat guests in person?
Although Miss Shishi is no longer the courtesan of last year, Miss Shishi is still one of the most beautiful court ladies in Tianxiang Pavilion in Chang'an.
She also has too high a vision. When she was at her most glorious, she failed to choose a noble son to redeem her life. Now that she has passed her glory, she is still in the flower house. She is neither high nor low, and her situation seems a bit embarrassing.
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But even so, Miss Shishi still kept her eyes high, never saw guests, and lived in seclusion in the chaotic flower house, very mysterious.
Today, Miss Shishi went out and then came downstairs. It was really a strange thing and attracted countless gazes.
When he saw Miss Shishi taking the initiative to hold Bai Song's hand upstairs, bursts of depressed and plaintive voices came from the building.
Soon people were asking who the man who went upstairs with Miss Shishi was.
Shishi was very happy. She didn’t expect that Mr. Bai would take the initiative to look for her. She held Bai Song’s arm along the way and pressed her body against his arm. Her happiness was written on her face. There was no pretense like that of the Hualou girl, but more like expectation.
The little daughter-in-law, who has been waiting for a long time, finally waited for her husband to come home.
"Sister Shishi, which young master is this? Look how happy you are."
The sisters on the corridor looked at it and joked.
Shishi smiled from ear to ear, but she pretended to glare back fiercely: "Go to hell, little hoof."
