Datang: Empress mother-in-law sent Li Er to test me

Can a book written by myself sell a hundred copies?

If she could sell at this price, she would have already saved enough money to redeem herself!

Chapter 357 Finding a Girlfriend for Chang'an Bookstore

Zhang Dun patiently explained: "Your reputation, not to mention Pingkangfang, how many people in other places don't know you? What's more, both appearance and talent are outstanding. As long as it works well, you can can be realized."

Yang Changrou looked at him in a daze. She had never heard of these words.

However, she heard a little.

That is, the handwritten book sold a thousand copies, but it was just the beginning.

"But, no matter what, I can't earn so much." Yang Changrou hesitated.

"One thousand coins, we split the bill fifty-fifty, will you get five hundred coins?"

"Plus the profit from selling the other [-] books."

Zhang Dun said with a smile: "It's exactly one thousand guan. These are clear accounts. You can go to Brother Hu to check anytime."

Yang Changrou asked curiously, "Ping Kangbo, how can you make so much money?"

"Technical work is very valuable."

Zhang Dun tapped the table with his fingers a few times, and said: "I borrowed the book you wrote, and copied ten copies, one of which was sold for two hundred guan, earning two thousand guan."

"This is just the beginning. You know, there is still more to come in the book you wrote."

Yang Changrou was silent for a few seconds, then bowed to Zhang Dun, and said earnestly on her pretty face: "Ping Kangbo, thank you!"

"My family, go back and copy some books now!"

If you want to make money, you must not only pay, but also have opportunities.

Now Zhang Dun gave her a chance.

She has to hold onto it.

Zhang Dun nodded with a smile, watching her back into the second floor.

"Sir, good fortune is not shallow."

Hu Quhe's faint voice suddenly sounded.

Zhang Dun turned his head and saw Hu Quhe standing outside the Zuixian Tower looking at him, he couldn't help coughing lightly, "What Yanfu, don't talk nonsense, it's all business."

"Did not see it."

Hu Quhe snorted softly, walked straight into the shop, stood in front of Zhang Dun, bit her lip and said, "If my wife finds out, she will be very sad."

Zhang Dun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Is it Chang Zhi who is sad, or you?"

"Why is the servant sad?"

Hu Quhe turned his head and muttered: "It has nothing to do with the slave family! Sir, are you going out?"

Zhang Dun nodded and said, "Yes, do you want to come together?"

Hu Quhe asked curiously, "Where are you going?"

Zhang Dun thought for a while, "The brothel."

Hearing this, Hu Quhe's beautiful eyes widened a little, sir these days, did you have sex with a brothel?

"Don't think too much, I'm going to distribute leaflets."

Zhang Dun stretched his palm into his bosom, took out a stack of papers that he had prepared earlier, and waved it in front of her, "Chang'an Bookstore is too short of staff now, so we need to recruit more people."

"Ah?" Hu Quhe stared blankly at him, how could anyone go to a brothel to recruit people.

Zhang Dun looked at her and said, "Ah, what, are you going?"

"go with!"

Hu Quhe said without hesitation.

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In Wanhualou, the bustard was dressed brightly, but sat on a bamboo chair near the door with a melancholy expression.

The bamboo chairs on the Hedong Road have been sold in Chang'an City a few days ago.

Bamboo tools from Hedong Road can be seen in most of the shops in Chang'an City.

The old bustard stroked the handle, thinking that the bamboo utensils sitting under him were also made by that man, and his face became even more melancholy.

"Is this Ping Kangbo the concubine's nemesis?"

The bustard muttered dejectedly.

Ever since Zhang Dun came to Wanhualou to redeem Yang Changrou's death, the business of Wanhualou has plummeted.

Those rich kids who come here often haven't come back for several days.

As far as she knew, those people had all gone to the Tibetan Flower Pavilion.

When will this day be the head?

The old bustard smiled wryly, trying to cultivate another Yang Changrou was more difficult than imagined.

Those noble people in the building can't be the top cards at all. If they knew this, they should have said nothing to let Ping Kangbo redeem Yang Changrou's body!

"Buddhist, what are you mumbling about?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from far and near.

The old bustard trembled all over, stood up from the bamboo chair, and looked at Zhang Dun and Hu Quhe who walked in in astonishment, "Ping Kangbo? Why are you here?"

"come and see."

Zhang Dun put his hands behind his back and said casually, "Business is good."

"..."

The old bustard glanced inside the building, but there were few people in sight, and sighed, "What's the matter, since Miss Yang was redeemed by you, my concubine's business in this Wanhua Building has been worsening day by day."

Zhang Dun smiled and said, "Then let's start a business?"

Hearing this, the old bustard looked at him vigilantly, "Are you going to redeem the body of another nobleman from Wanhualou?"

Zhang Dun waved his hand, "This time, I won't redeem myself."

"You want to play?"

The old bustard was astonished, and looked at Hu Quhe who was following him strangely, and said, "Ping Kangbo, you're very good at playing, and you even brought a little lady with you..."

Hu Quhe blushed and said angrily, "Shut up!"

"Look at my concubine's mouth, don't be offended, little lady." The old bustard hurriedly said haha, but her heart was full of slander, the little lady is so thin-skinned, so why come to the brothel?

Zhang Dun didn't say much, he took out the letter containing the leaflets from his arms, and said, "Buddhist, you distribute these things to the little ladies in Wanhualou."

The bustard took it and looked down for a few seconds.

There is no writing on the letter, but there is a lot of prestige.

The old bustard said cautiously: "Ping Kangbo, what's in such a thick letter?"

"Why do you ask so many questions?"

Zhang Dun raised a finger and said solemnly: "Remember, things are distributed to everyone. If there is any lady who does not receive the letter, don't blame Jingzhao Mansion for trouble."

"Understood!"

The old bustard hurriedly said: "The concubine will definitely send these letters to every little lady."

Zhang Dun is not only Ping Kangbo.

It is still the Shaoyin of Jingzhao Prefecture.

If it's just based on the status of the founding county magistrate, whether to sell face or not depends on her.

Even if you don't sell her face.

Zhang Dun has nothing to do with himself.

However, Shao Yin of Jingzhao Mansion is different.

Shao Yin of Jingzhao Mansion has real power.

If he didn't listen to Zhang Dun, if he got angry, people from Jingzhao Mansion would come and seal up her Wanhua Building.

The old bustard didn't dare to be careless, she personally brought the letters, called the 31 women in the Wanhua Building, and handed them one by one.

"Ma'am, what's in it?"

Seeing someone asking, the bustard shook his head, "I don't know, it was Ping Kangbo who asked me to give it to you."

"Ping Kangbo? Zhang Dun who redeemed the life of Miss Yang from Wanhualou?"

The 31 brothel women were surprised for a while.

Everyone looked at each other, and they all agreed to wait until the old bustard left, and then take it apart for a look.

The old bustard didn't care either, what's in it, it's the same if you know it sooner or later, it's not bad now.

The most important thing right now is to greet Zhang Dun.

Wanhualou can't afford to mess with this person!

It was only after the madam left that the 31 brothel women opened the letter curiously.

In the letter, there is a book.

One of the young women was surprised and said, "Isn't this the book written by Mrs. Yang?"

They heard about Yang Changrou's book selling very well in Chang'an Bookstore yesterday.

When they heard the news, they were also envious for a while.

As brothel girls, they know better than anyone else what their future will look like.

It's nothing more than the boss marrying a businessman's wife.

This is still a good result.

The bad ones can't get rid of the wind and dust for a lifetime.

Now, Yang Changrou has not only left the brothel, but is also self-reliant outside. By writing a book, she has gained a good reputation.

Such a result, they dare not even think about it.

"Hey, is there another letter here?"

"Written by Ping Kangbo?!"

Chapter 358 Ping Kangbo, will you be too much to do this?

A woman's exclamation sounded.

Only now did the 31 brothel women realize that there was a letter in the book, so they hurriedly opened it to read.

The content of each letter is the same.

【Do you want to be a good girl?If you want to be a good girl, come to Chang'an Bookstore, the next Yang Changrou may be you! 】

[Chang'an Bookstore will be another home for you. 】

[Here, you will not feel oppressed, you will smell the air of freedom, you don’t need to listen to others, everything depends on yourself, with your own hands, to create wealth! 】

[Come to Chang'an Bookstore!You will get respect from Datang people!You will have a new life!It is different from the life of a brothel girl, who only lives for herself! 】

The words in the letter are also extremely beautiful.

Between the lines, there is even more sincerity!

After reading the letter, the 31 brothel women looked at each other in blank dismay.

Ping Kangbo, came to the brothel to dig people?

"It's unheard of for Ping Kangbo to do this!"

A woman whispered: "How can anyone come to the brothel to dig people? Doesn't he know that we can't leave the brothel at all?"