When the emperor let Zhang Luo go, Zhang Duzhi found some excuse and followed Zhang Luo out.
"Accountant Zhang, hold on! There is still some time before the fifteenth day. During this time, why don't you go do some work?"
"yes¡¡"
Zhang Duzhi smiled slightly: "Speaking of which, there are bad debts and missing money in the palace You also know that no matter how good it is to save money, it's not as good as increasing money."
"yes¡¡"
Zhang Luo lowered his head, looked at Eunuch Zhang's two cloudy black gold boots, and thought to himself, is it possible that this person wants to encourage himself to lend usury?
"The old slave thinks, Taoist Jia now has many books, all of which are strange books, why not open a small bookstore in Beijing, print them, and sell some"
When Zhang Luo heard this, he quickly looked at the few books he was holding, which could make people lose his head just by looking at them, and his eyes widened.
"The old slave said, not these few books."
Zhang Duzhi also saw Zhang Luo's hesitation.
Then he called the little eunuch behind him to come over, and brought out several novels for Zhang Luo.
"If other people go to sell it, no one will believe that it belongs to Taoist Jia, and they will not be able to sell it. However, it will be different if Zhang Accountant manages it for you."
Zhang Luo looked at these novels, they were all stories about the elopement of gifted scholars and beautiful ladies. Thinking about the emperor's style, he felt that this was not too risky.
More importantly, she knew that the eunuch wanted to harm her, so she would definitely not be able to refuse him like this.
So, she agreed, wanting to see if he had any other schemes to harm her.
Looking back, Zhang Duzhi called a little eunuch called "Little White Goose" and led Zhang Luo out of the palace to see the pirated bookstore that had been built and "soon to be put into operation".
The location of this bookstore is good, in the alley next to Xiaoyu Street, the warehouse is hidden, but the front door is facing several teaching workshops, and you can hear the singing of silk and bamboo from inside from time to time. Although it was only noon in the third day of junior high school, new songs were already being rehearsed in the teaching workshop, and it was only the seventh day of junior high school when distinguished guests came to spend money.
The engraving blocks in the warehouse are also ready. It seems that there are three or four blocks that can be printed at any time.
It's just that there is no ink on these engravings. If you look closely, there are still a few pieces with spider webs stuck in the middle.
Presumably it is because I am afraid that someone will come to check, so I don¡¯t print it often?
Zhang Luo went around a few times around the shop in front and the warehouse yard behind, but he didn't see where the risk was. There are several bookstores like this next door, all with their doors closed and signs saying "open on the eighth day of the lunar new year".
Outside the store door, there are some paintings to attract business. Judging from these paintings, they basically sell a type of storybook, although there are quite a few of them, the paintings are very eye-catching, and even in modern times, they can be banned by anti-pornography.
The little white goose called Lao Tao, the manager of the bookstore, to come out.
Zhang Luo took a closer look, this old Tao looked fifty years younger, with a fat belly, but his arms and legs were as thin as hemp sticks. A pair of sausage mouths can be seen at a glance on the face, and the eyes are small, similar to his nostrils.
"This is Jia no, accountant Zhang in the palace. Grandpa Zhang asked her to help and manage the bookstore first." The little white goose was very polite to Lao Tao, and introduced Zhang Luo to him.
Zhang Luo hurriedly bowed to Lao Tao, but he didn't know that in the Northern Song Dynasty, women did not salute like this.
Lao Tao nodded lazily to Zhang Luo: "This lady has already run a bookstore?"
"No¡¡"
"Our bookstore operates books that are popular with the public. You are a woman, so you don't understand."
Lao Tao said very calmly.
"The books we publish are all books about chivalrous men who fight for justice and promote the righteousness of the world"
Zhang Luo shook out a piece of engraving, on which it was written clearly that it was you and me.
Lao Tao glanced sideways, but his tone was still very firm: "A hero and beauty? If readers can't substitute, who will buy it?"
"Master Tao, how much is our profit?" Zhang Luo didn't want to bicker, and went straight to the point.
"Fifty percent profit, after rent, wages and lamp oil, we can make a tie" Lao Tao said proudly.
After hearing this, Zhang Luo wanted to slap the wooden engraving in his hand on his head. But she smiled, took the engraving in both hands, and returned it to him:
"Master Tao, who is the landlord? How many people have been hired, who are they besides you? Do you have a salary book?"
When Lao Tao heard this, he was unhappy, squinted his eyes, and scolded:
"My lady, when you first arrived, you asked these secret things. After staying for a long time, it will be natural.If not"
Zhang Luo strolled around him for half a circle: "Aren't our workers doing engraving? Why do we still use people from Mr. Zhang's side?"
"They are all in charge of printing. We dare not do rigid things" It turns out that Lao Tao is also a clever ghost.
"How do you find engraving masters every time now? Ask them to carve a book every month?"
"Sister, if that's the case, Mr. Zhang's guild will not let us go. He told us that we must order three kinds every month. However, his guild is short of manpower, so we asked us to advance the money for next year. Maybe next year, there will be a book version?!"
Zhang Luo quietly approached Lao Tao: "Then, do you know who can make clay type?"
"you know what you know, but"
"What are you afraid of? You have given Mr. Zhang money now. We need it urgently, so naturally we will deal with it first with movable type."
Zhang Luo smiled and handed Lao Tao a bowl of water.
"During the Chinese New Year, everyone is idle at home. If you can hurry upyou can make more money. Uncle Tao will take it home, or if you see Zhang, you will know it, so you can talk. I can feel at ease. , and went back to my own errands."
"What does the lady do in the palace?" Lao Tao asked Zhang Luo seriously.
"What do you think?"
Lao Tao moved to the place where the board was hit, and patted the stool in pain:
"Accounting!"
This is a kind of acquaintance.
Lao Tao was still lying on the couch, so he asked someone to find Xue Gong, who had been unable to find work. His family had made clay type for generations, but since three generations ago, there have been no customers for this type of clay type.
Lao Xue has always wanted to change his family, but he couldn't bear it when he thought that this was an exclusive deal between his ancestors and Mr. Bi. Now there is a whole large warehouse of movable type that is idle at home, and there is nowhere to dispose of it.
Hearing that Lao Tao asked them to go over to do typesetting, he thought he heard it wrong.
"That's right! I'm telling you, you have to be careful. Now the head of our bookstore is a woman, and she is a heartless and extremely vicious woman! Oh, look at me being beaten. She is known to everyone in the palace. The celebrity, you can't offend"
Lao Tao hurriedly found the steps for himself again.
"Master Tao, what kind of books do you want to order?" Xue Gong asked carefully, hiding his smirk.
Lao Tao saw that his wife and children were not around, so he took out a large cloth scroll from under the bed, which contained more than thirty kinds of novels.
"When will Mr. Xue be able to print it? Two hundred copies of each"
Having said that, Lao Tao stretched out his sleeve and made a price with Xue Gong.
"Uncle Tao, when do you want to?"
"The head of the family said that they want to start selling before the fifteenth"
" There are jobs, but there are not enough people."
"I'm not afraid. As long as you have a movable type board, I will have people here." Lao Tao suddenly said with a smile. Anyway, if something happened, Zhang Luo took care of it, and the benefits were all his, so he was happy to think about it.
So I placed an order in the afternoon of the third day of the third day, and on the morning of the sixth day, the pirate bookstore opened for business.
The store is decorated with various scrolls, and there are exactly thirty-eight kinds of small story books, all with illustrations. The literati who came to Jiaofang in advance had never seen the bookstore and painting shop that opened before the seventh day of the lunar new year. When they came in and saw these new books were printed, they couldn't help but have a copy.
"Who is the author?"
"It used to be Daoist Jia from Lingxu Palace. Now the shopkeeper in this shop is his daughter, Mrs. Zhang who is an accountant in the palace"
"It's the murderer that the officials indulged"
"That's right."
Therefore, this pirated bookstore, with the name of Zhang Luo, spread it to ten and ten to hundreds.
By the day before the Aoshan Lantern Festival, the books that hadn't been sold in the previous three years had already been sold. Uncle Tao¡¯s hand was cramped when counting money, and he was yelling at the people who were busy rushing to typesetting: ¡°Everyone, work harder?! There are only samples left in the previous book¡¡±
There are still those old books in other nearby bookstores, which cannot be sold. Although looking at Lao Tao's prosperous books, he wanted to follow suit, but he didn't succeed. The price was reduced by 20% consecutively, but the princes and grandchildren who are short of money did not buy it.
The bosses of other bookstores simply stood at the door of the store and began to tell the story of Zhang Luo's murder with impunity.
However, who would have imagined that besides being annoyed by the shopkeepers who robbed Jingzhong and Zhang Bangchang, the booming business of this pirated bookstore also accidentally offended Cai Tiao, the second son of Cai Jing's family. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com