Chapter 1692 Big dog Gretel! I really want to beat him!
Legend of Balbo looked at Grete who looked across from him with a face full of reluctance and embarrassment, and looked like he was about to roll on the ground at any moment. He just wanted to reach out through the light curtain and knock some chestnuts on his head.
No matter how poor the local mage tower is, you can always get it for 100 gold coins!
For each of the three magistrate colleges in the parliament, not only do they purchase textbooks for students, but they also purchase ten or twenty books to put in the library. At least they can do that!
Up and down the Tower of Babel, in various schools of thought, in various laboratories, it doesn’t matter how many books each family purchases!
And the nobles you are familiar with... Of course the nobles support their families with their family martial arts, but who doesn't want a few spellcasters?
Who doesn’t want their children to have a good foundation?
Even if you take the martial arts route, mental strength is still very important!
Also, don’t warriors have the need to understand their own bodies, understand every muscle, every bone, every blood vessel, and understand the details of the body’s operation?
Are you still afraid that you won’t be able to sell it and get your money back?
"But... I want to expand the influence of this journal as much as possible..." Grete said dullly. Expand it as much as possible, how to expand it?
If we can make it as easy as possible for everyone to have one copy, then the influence will be great enough!
"Don't be in a hurry, take your time." Baierbo smiled and shook his head:
"In this way, my laboratory will order two books first, one for me and one for public reading. You can ask Philby yourself. I will help you ask for several other laboratories under the teacher's name.
A circle."
"...Thank you, senior brother..."
Gretel whispered. He is really not good at marketing, really. What kind of marketing is needed in a hospital, especially in the emergency department of a hospital? What kind of sales is needed?
nonexistent!
There is only busyness night after night, only the endless flow of people in the emergency room, and only the ambulances that have just finished a major rescue operation and are honking their sirens...
The emergency department is a place where we can't even provide Want Want milk and dragon fruit, and we can't even say "I'm finally free tonight"!
Sales? What sales? Fewer people come, so that everyone can drink a sip of water, sit down and take a rest. At most, if you can take a short sleep for half an hour or an hour, then thank God!
Then, Gretel was even more inexperienced in how to sell books. He probably knew only one thing:
If a real estate was first sold at 10,000 per square meter and fell to 9,000 in the first half of a year, the sales office would be surrounded by previous owners who had bought the property, throwing eggs and garbage, and demanding refunds!
And my first issue of "Life"...
If the senior brother's laboratory ordered first, then the teacher's laboratory ordered, so many acquaintances would order for Grete's sake. Then, with a bang, he gave away a lot...
Give it to the mage tower in other places, give it to the local mage school. Give it to those pioneers who have just embarked on the path of spell casters who have exhausted their wealth and cannot afford a hundred gold coins.
I know with my knees that by doing this, I must have offended a large number of people.
The question is, does he have to sell this journal, or rather, this first issue?
Do we have to make this money back?
Does he really lack this money, or in other words, this contribution?
Gretel touched his space bag, and then touched his savings. After leaving Nevis, he had nothing to go out, published papers, and spent no money.
So far, a large stack of papers of sufficient weight has been distributed, and the contribution points exchanged... He has not checked, but maybe, maybe, should be tens of thousands, right?
Even if it's not enough...
Grete smiled brightly. With a flick of his hand, a huge box appeared on the table, with layers of thin disks of various colors inside:
"Brother, please help me ask the council, will they buy the Dragon Clan Covenant? If so, help me negotiate a price~~~"
A few years ago, when he was still in Nevis, the purchase price listed by the parliament was 1,000 gold coins per drop of dragon's blood. That's it, there is still a price but no market.
Dragon Clan Covenant, any copy, you still need 10,000 contribution points, right? We won’t sell it for less than this price!
Baierbo: "..."
He clenched his fist, released his fist, clenched his fist again, and released his fist again. He couldn't fight, he couldn't fight, the distance between the two sides was too far. At this moment, he relied on the mage tower to transmit signals to chat remotely, so he couldn't hit him...
hateful!
Damn rich people!
!
"Little Grete, that's not how things are done." After complaining in his heart, he gathered his thoughts and continued to persuade seriously:
"Have you ever thought about what kind of things will be valued? What kind of things will be cherished? They are bought with all their wealth! They are earned through hard work!
It’s a drop of sweat broken into eight petals, it’s a penny saved from between the teeth, it’s a bloody battle, it’s a fight that risks one’s life, and then it can be obtained!”
Not for free!
Not fed into the mouth!
Gretel lowered his eyes slightly.
If a book is delivered to the hands purely based on kindness, will it be cherished by the owner, will it be studied with enthusiasm by the owner, or will it be used to make instant noodles and pad the legs of the table?
"You can't read a book unless you borrow it."
He understands this truth, and so does he.
"But senior brother...these books, this first issue, will not be given directly to those who need them, but will be placed in the library and the mage tower, waiting for them to find and learn.
It is already difficult to get this book and this knowledge, and it already requires a lot of effort. - I will do my best. I will do my part to make their path a little easier.
.”
He lowered his eyes, looked at the table in front of him, and spoke softly, as if he was persuading his senior brother, and also seemed to be persuading himself. After speaking, he raised his eyes and looked at his senior brother sincerely:
"Senior brother, please help me, okay? Help me distribute these books so that they can be delivered to those who need them as soon as possible..."
In the Mage Tower in Heartland City, the first magician he met, Master Elliot, obtained the anatomical meditation method, and his mental power increased immediately.
That third-level mage who fought with them and fled with them that time when the Glorious Holy See invaded. If he had come into contact with this meditation method earlier, he would not have been so powerless in the face of the Glorious Holy See.
There are also so many mage apprentices in Nevis who are burning all over the mountains and fields to prevent the spread of the epidemic. If they can get this meditation method earlier, can they advance it earlier?
There is also the Norwood mage who is still in trouble in his forties, the Dumfries mage who endures the heat, dust, and noise in the dwarf casting area, and the low-level mages he was in the training class at the same time...
If he can help them, the apprentices of the council, and the low-level mages, what's not to do if he puts some money into his pocket? a>vas>div>Scan the QR code to download Red Sleeves and Xiaoxiang to give out benefits. Newbies can read it for free for a limited time.