Ming Dynasty: Abandoned baby at the beginning, Zhu let me be the emperor

"Zhu..."

When the beautiful woman asked his name, Zhu Ming was naturally happy to answer.

But he had just said half of his words when Xu Miaojin at the side opened his mouth to answer for him.

"His name is Zhu Ming."

It's just that although Xu Miaojin's action seemed to be answering for him, there was a hint of anger in her tone.

"Miao Jin, what's wrong with you?"

Mu Ruanjun looked at Xu Miaojin's abnormal appearance and couldn't help but ask.

It seemed that after seeing this imperial grandson, Xu Miaojin's temper became strange.

He was fine just now, but now he suddenly got angry.

"No."

When asked by Mu Ruanjun, Xu Miaojin was stunned for a moment and stared at Zhu Ming blankly.

Is my change so obvious? It must be because of this guy coming.

"Well, I came here today to apologize for what happened yesterday..."

Zhu Ming scratched his nose and smiled awkwardly at Xu Miaojin.

"I am not angry."

Xu Miaojin lowered her head, no longer looking directly at Zhu Ming, and her voice became softer.

"Well, I'm going to go back first. Please give my regards to the Duke of Wei for me."

Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming a little awkward, Zhu Ming began to feel like backing off and smiled at Xu Miaojin and Mu Ruanjun.

As he spoke, the man took Liu Jin and ran out the door.

Xu Miaojin looked at Zhu Ming's leaving back, still standing there in a daze.

Mu Ruanjun originally wanted to persuade Xu Miaojin to see him off, but he was unsure about the relationship between the two, so he had to give up.

After coming out of Duke Wei's mansion, Zhu Ming breathed a sigh of relief as if he had escaped from heaven.

I didn't expect that the atmosphere would suddenly become so awkward just because of the presence of Mu Ruanjun. It was really a mistake.

"Let's go. I'm tired."

He sighed and slumped down listlessly. This trip to the Duke of Wei's mansion was really exhausting, and he was the worst at dealing with women.

"Your Highness, look."

Liu Jin followed behind Zhu Ming, and suddenly, as if he saw something, he pointed excitedly at the shop next to him.

Zhu Ming looked in the direction he pointed and saw a large plaque with the words "Xinhua Bookstore" hanging above the store. There were already quite a few people crowding at the door.

“This isn’t the store I bought.”

Seeing that the shop was named after his bookstore, Zhu Ming couldn't help but mutter something, and then he squeezed over there.

This store is really popular, and with the help of Liu Jin, Zhu Ming finally squeezed into the store.

"The book is on the shelf, read it yourself..."

In the bookstore, a thin middle-aged man lowered his head and did something on an abacus.

Feeling someone coming in, he didn't look up to greet them. He just pointed at the bookshelf perfunctorily and then started counting there again.

"Xinhua Bookstore, why don't I remember this store?"

Zhu Ming just looked at the plaque outside the door and asked a question.

The middle-aged man looked up impatiently and was about to yell at the customer, but when he saw it was Zhu Ming, he was stunned.

"Gu Boyang, tell me, what's going on?"

Zhu Ming looked around. This shop was more than twice as wide as the one he had bought before. It also hired four or five new employees, leaving Gu Boyang as the only new face.

"Your Highness, you are here."

After recognizing that the person was Zhu Ming, Gu Boyang stopped what he was doing, walked up to him and smiled at him a few times.

"His Highness Zhu Song is inside."

Having said that, he invited Zhu Ming to go inside.

After changing to a new shop, even the guest room has become much more spacious.

"Uncle, what's going on?"

Zhu Ming found an empty seat and asked Zhu Song who was sitting there drinking tea.

I don't remember buying this shop.

"Hey, the first edition of the book received a good response. I think this bookstore has potential, so I asked Gu Boyang to print more than a thousand copies for sale."

When asked by Zhu Ming, Zhu Song became obviously excited. He explained to Zhu Ming in front of him, using both words and gestures.

"Guess what? These more than a thousand books were snatched up in no time. Just these thousand books made us earn five hundred taels of silver."

Five hundred taels is not a large sum, but it is just the beginning. What is more important is the reputation of these books.

The first book made the bookstore famous and the market was also good.

This shows that the book-selling business is viable.

"Gu Boyang is really capable. He keeps the price very low from paper to printing, so we make a lot of money."

"I went back to get some money, and pooled some more with Xu Miaojin to move the store to a bigger place."

As Zhu Song was speaking, he suddenly remembered that he had not yet poured tea for Zhu Ming, so he quickly turned around, poured him a cup, and brought it to him.

"This business can be done."

This first business alone made him see the profits of this industry.

"But the money I just earned has been used to renovate the store, so I can't give you any dividends for now."

After saying that, Zhu Song also rubbed his hands awkwardly.

As the person who came up with the idea of ​​opening a bookstore and the person who wrote the first book, Zhu Ming's importance to this bookstore is self-evident.

However, there is indeed no extra money in the bookstore's account book.

"Xu Miaojin, why is she also paying?"

Zhu Ming didn't care about the dividend money. He cared more about why Xu Miaojin would pay for it. She didn't seem like someone who cared about these things.

"Maybe you think this bookstore belongs to you, so you want to help."

Zhu Song was not very familiar with Xu Miaojin and could only guess about this.

Apart from paying the money, Xu Miaojin did not ask about the affairs of these bookstores.

"I think you should ask him."

Zhu Song said this, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

"Let's not talk about this. I also happen to have something I want to talk to you about."

Zhu Song waved his hand and changed the subject directly. He also had something else to do.

"looking for me?"

Zhu Ming then temporarily turned his attention away from Xu Miaojin and turned to look at Zhu Song.

"I asked those people from the Imperial College to submit their works for the next volume of the book."

Zhu Song was obviously finding it difficult to speak and looked at Zhu Ming awkwardly.

"Why, no one submitted an article?"

Seeing Zhu Song's expression, Zhu Ming also became serious.

I still have Fang Xiaoru's manuscript in my hand, and since I'm here, I might as well let Zhu Song take it.

There is absolutely no need to change a single word in Fang Xiaoru's manuscript.

"Not at all."

Zhu Song shook his head, sighed helplessly, and poured himself another cup of tea: "Too many people submitted articles."

Zhu Song said this, as if exhausted, leaning back in his chair and looking up at the ceiling.