Versace was a silly boy from a landlord's family, with a straightforward personality, no scheming, but a bit of a young man's temper.
Hearing Jiang Fan's words, he put his hands on his hips and said, "Are you scared of me as a young master?"
Fan Ruoruo said: "Versace, sit down.
"If you ask me to sit down, I'll sit down. Wouldn't that make me lose face?"
Versace complained about his integrity and said he wanted to save face, but he sat down obediently.
"My younger brother is ignorant, please forgive me, Brother Wushuang."
Fan Ruoruo apologized and spoke softly, looking at Jiang Fan and the Wushuang sword box beside him with the same curiosity.
"It doesn't matter."
Jiang Fan sat down and saw the storybook of "Red Mansions" on the table.
Noticing Jiang Fan's gaze, Fan Xian smiled sarcastically: "Originally I wrote it to Ruoruo to kill time, but somehow it spread.
"Just spread the word, as long as you are not afraid that Teacher Cao will give you a dream." Jiang Fan said nonchalantly.
Fan Ruoruo heard this and asked: "Brother Wushuang, do you know Mr. Cao Xueqin?"
Jiang Fan nodded: "That's right, I know him, but he doesn't know me.
Fan Ruoruo looked at Fan Xian with a slightly disappointed expression: "Brother, you really didn't write The Red Mansion? But I have investigated and found that there is no such person as Mr. Cao Xueqin in the world.
"I have long said that I did not write such a wonderful book. How dare I deceive the world and claim to be the author? I just read the Red Mansions and then wrote this book from memory. Brother can testify.
Although Fan Xian enjoys his sister's admiration, he is not shameless enough to become a copycat and build an archway.
Fan Ruoruo still didn't believe it: "Then why can't I find Teacher Cao? Who can write such odd numbers must be a great person in the literary world. Why is he so unknown?'
Jiang Fan and Fan Xian looked at each other and said in unison: "Because Teacher Cao has passed away long ago."
This is the tacit understanding of time travellers.
When Versace heard this, he couldn't sit still anymore and looked at Fan Xian: "So, you are the only one in the world who knows what's going on?'
Fan Xian looked at Jiang Fan: "Brother should also know. As for whether anyone else knows, I can't guarantee."
Jiang Fan shook his head: "Although Red Mansions is one of the four great classics, I haven't read many of them. In comparison, I prefer books like "Zhu Xian".
Versace rolled his eyes and said, "Anyway, not many people know about it, so why don't we take down the business of selling books?"
"I saw clearly just now that there are so many people buying this book, and one volume can be sold for eight taels of silver."
"Look at this book, it's in average quality. The cost of printing and plate making is less than three cents and two cents per dollar. Not counting labor, we can earn seven cents and six cents per copy. In just a short while, I
I saw eight or nine copies sold. If the market were opened up, at least hundreds of copies could be sold a day.'
"With one hundred copies, we will make seven hundred and sixty-eight taels. If we control our time well and publish one volume in fifteen days, that will be eleven thousand five hundred and twenty taels. After excluding the manual paving fee, we will calculate it as three points.
Well, we can also get a net profit of 8,064 taels. When you publish another twelve volumes, it will be 96,768 taels.'
"This is still the first calculation of the first draft, what a huge profit! Fan Xian!" Versace became more and more excited as he spoke.
Fan Ruoruo glared at Versace, and Versace immediately changed his words: "Brother, you are my biological brother. As long as you do the business for me, let alone call you brother, I will call you...uncle, I am willing too!"
It has to be said that Versace looks tough, but his mental arithmetic ability is indeed top-notch, he is extremely keen on money and business opportunities, and he is thick-skinned. It can be said that he is born to do business.
"This business can be done. I will invest in "Zhu Xian" and if we have money, we can make money together."
Jiang Fan didn't have much money with him, so he didn't mind being a copycat.
Make money, business, not shabby!
"Zhu Xian, will your book be easy to sell? What if you lose money?"
Versace looked at Jiang Fan with suspicion.
"Don't worry, you won't lose anything!'
Fan Xian has read the novel "Zhu Xian". The whole novel is cleverly conceived and magnificent. It opens up a unique and charming legend of Eastern immortals. It has an imaginary world, ups and downs of the plot, and distinctive characters. It is known as the three wonders of the Internet. Books, in this spiritually and culturally deficient world, can definitely become a hit.
"Okay, brother has spoken, it must be a good book."
Now Fan Xian is the God of Wealth in Versace's eyes. When the God of Wealth spoke, Versace naturally did not dare to choke anymore.
Jiang Fan looked at Versace, who was filled with joy, and sighed in his heart at how quickly his attitude changed. He really looked like a unicorn!
"Spread out, spread out!"
"Who asked you to sell books here?"
"They are not allowed to be sold."
At this moment, there was a shouting sound from downstairs.
A group of people dressed as guards were running rampant below, driving away the woman selling books.
Teng Zijing, who had just gone upstairs, stood on the edge of the fence. When he saw a young man coming out of the sedan below, his expression changed slightly and he cursed, "Beast."
"What's wrong?"
Fan Xian asked.
"This person is Guo Baokun!"
Teng Zijing's breathing quickened, and he clenched his fists, suppressing the urge to jump down and cut Guo Baokun into pieces.
Fan Xian knew Teng Zijing's past and was surprised: "Is he the one who ruined your family?
"That's not necessarily the case.'
Jiang Fan spoke. He had watched the TV series and knew that Teng Zijing's wife and children were still alive. Everything was designed by Chen Pingping, and he did not want to see the tragedy happen again.
After listening to Jiang Fan's words, Fan Xian asked, "Does the elder brother know what's going on?"
"I only know a few tricks of the art of fortune-telling. Your friend's wife and children are still alive. Although they have suffered some hardships, the family is not ruined." Jiang Fan made a gesture pointing to the universe.
Teng Zijing looked at Jiang Fan. He didn't believe in the so-called ability to read people, but he still looked forward to it being true.
"Since brother said this, then your family must be fine."
Fan Xian thought that in the world of "Young Song Xing", destiny did exist, and there were people who could predict the future, but he did not doubt Jiang Fan's words.
He didn't think Jiang Fan had any need to deceive Teng Zijing.
After all, there is no grievance between the two of them. There is no need to give people hope and then dash the hope. This is not what people should do! Teng Zijing asked expectantly: "Master, do you know where my wife and children are now?"
"I can only calculate not far away, it should be somewhere outside the city. If you want to know the exact location, you can go to Wang Qinian. If Jiang Fan really calculates, he can calculate it, but there is no need.
"Wang Qinian?'
Teng Zijing had heard of this man, who was a clerk of the Procuratorate, but he was not related to him. Could there be some unknown conspiracy involved?
No matter what, Teng Zijing still saluted Jiang Fan to express his gratitude.
"Eldest brother also knows Wang Qinian!"
Fan Xian asked curiously.
He just met Wang Qinian and me in the alley. I didn't expect that Teng Zijing's wife and children would also be related to this person. It seems that Wang Qinian is not a simple person!
At the same time, Fan Xian felt more and more that his elder brother was unfathomable, and wondered whether he should give him the chance as soon as possible.
Jiang Fan said casually: "When I came to Beijing, I met him once. He wanted to trick fools with a broken map."
Fan Xian:
Fan Xian was speechless when he thought of the map he bought in Beijing with two taels of silver.
He is the fool when it comes to feelings!
Royal Palace, Mochi Garden.
Eunuch Hou presented a secret book to Emperor Qing and said, "Your Majesty, today Fan Xian, Ruoruo, and Teng Zijing are going to visit Si Nanbo's legitimate son, who lives in Yishi."
"Wushuang arrived shortly after and had a pleasant chat with Fan Xian.
Emperor Qing looked at the calm water of Mochi and asked: "Where are the second son and the prince?"
"The prince has sent people to keep an eye on Fan Xian's whereabouts.'
"The second prince's disciples also followed him secretly.'
"Fan Xian doesn't have an official position, do you want to protect him? After all, he wants to take over the inner treasury, and he is a talent appointed by His Majesty."
Eunuch Hou is quite optimistic about Fan Xian.
"Let them make trouble!'
While he was talking, Emperor Qing threw a handful of fish bait into the ink pond, and countless fish ate and surfaced.
Fan Xian is Emperor Qing's bait, used to disturb the superficial calm of Kyoto so that those with evil intentions can surface one by one.
But now there is a variable, that is Wushuang beside Fan Xian.
Emperor Qing, who always likes to control the overall situation, especially tutors people like Wushuang.
The main reason why I didn't take action immediately was because I wasn't absolutely sure.
Emperor Qing would not act rashly before testing out the reality of Wushuang. He was waiting for others to take action and test the depth of Wushuang for him.
Whether he is the crown prince, the second prince, or the illegitimate son Fan Xian, they are all pawns in the eyes of Emperor Qing.
Especially for Fan Xian, although Emperor Qing had some affection for his father and son, he thought about eradicating the problem many times, but did not take action. It was not because he cared about the affection between father and son, but mainly because he coveted the secrets of the temple.