Family affection? Is it important to have rights?

From that day on, Mr. Zhang, the owner of the bookstore, called on everyone to start carving stroke by stroke, but it would still take some time to finish carving hundreds of poems.

Carving requires accuracy. If one word is carved wrong on a plate, all the previous efforts will be wasted.

Boss Zhang also cannot let the workers pursue efficiency and ignore quality.

So Boss Zhang could only supervise them and make sure they didn't slack off, and he couldn't do anything else.

He was afraid that if he urged the workers too quickly, they would get anxious and make mistakes, so he simply kept silent.

Just open your eyes and watch them work.

Workers who were trembling under the boss's gaze: ...

They unconsciously speeded up their hands' movements, hoping to finish the work sooner and escape from the boss's stinging sight sooner!

Who knows how they managed to survive these days!

Boss Zhang nodded with satisfaction. Sure enough, under his supervision, the workers worked very hard. The work that was expected to take more than ten days can now be completed in about ten days!

Do more with less!

These days, the bookstores next door have sent people to inquire why they are so busy. Boss Zhang asked his clerk to make up an excuse to get away with it.

We can't let them discover how he makes money!

He sincerely hoped that the distinguished guest would bring more poems next time he came.

Wouldn’t it be a great profit this way?

Boss Zhang grinned and smiled foolishly at the workers who were working rigidly.

The workers thought the boss was crazy.

Or...he has taken a fancy to them!

Before the workers had time to think further, Boss Zhang returned to his previous appearance and stared at them.

Boss Zhang is really cruel. Except for the time when they go to the toilet and sleep, he watches them while they work. He even eats while watching them.

Boss Zhang: Time is money!

Finally, under the pressure, or supervision, of Boss Zhang, all the plates were carved.

What is bothering Mr. Zhang now is how many copies of the poetry collection should be printed?

Fifty? Too few. He was very confident in these poems.

One hundred? Five hundred?

In the end, Boss Zhang chose the middle value, one hundred books!

After the bookstore had printed just one hundred poetry collections, Boss Zhang carefully placed these poetry collections in the most conspicuous place in the bookstore to test the effect.

Let’s see if these literati buy it.

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Wang Cheng had just been reprimanded by the Master, who said that his poem had no rhythmic beauty and he did not feel any emotion at all. It was like dry bark that no one would even look at!

He left the school in disgrace, and argued in his heart that the poems he wrote were not that bad.

At least it makes sense.

Yes, this is where he is better than a small number of people. Some people were scolded by the Master for writing nonsense poems.

This gave him some psychological comfort.

In his opinion, the poems written by the Master were similar to his own, except that the words used were very accurate and there were no mistakes.

But he would never say these words out loud. Now the teacher asked him to go to the bookstore to read more poems written by other people.

Wang Cheng curled his lips. There were only a few famous poems, and no one could write such shocking poems nowadays.

Those geniuses who call themselves something or other, the poems they write are not very amazing. They just use beautiful words but do not express any other emotions.

Wang Cheng knew very well that those rich young men just wanted to spread the reputation, the more powerful the better, as if they were gods reincarnated from heaven.

They have the ability to pass the imperial examination and become the top scorer!

Wang Cheng only likes the number one scholar from ten years ago, but he became the prime minister of this dynasty!

The poems he wrote are both vivid and lifelike, and they describe the leisurely countryside scenes he has seen.

It is a pity that Lord Mu no longer writes poetry. That's right, as the prime minister, he must have a lot of things to do and probably doesn't have the free time to write poetry.

Wang Cheng sighed and walked with heavy steps to a street with the most bookstores. As he looked left and right, thinking about which bookstore to go to first, he suddenly heard someone shouting loudly at the door of one of the bookstores.

"Don't miss it if you pass by, take a look, you won't be cheated, this collection of poems by an anonymous author is one of a kind!"

"It will never be forgotten and will be passed down through the ages!"

The man shouted for a while, then stopped to catch his breath.

Wang Cheng thought this method was quite novel, so he walked over to join in the fun.

You should know that bookstores generally don't shout like this. They consider bookstores to be quiet and elegant places, and loud noises are not allowed.

Wang Cheng was not the only one who found it novel. Some young people also came over to see what it was.

Boss Zhang looked at the guy who was shouting with admiration. What’s the fastest way to attract young people? Of course, it’s with new things!

Make them curious first, and then as long as they see the collection of poems, that's it!

He didn't believe that anyone could read it and not take it seriously!

Wang Cheng looked up at the plaque of the bookstore, which read "Huaigu Shop". Hmm, it was completely different from the style of this store.

This made him even more interested, as he liked different things.

He stepped into the bookstore and asked, "Which is that poetry collection that you guys are talking about that will be passed down through the ages? Bring it to me and have a look."

Boss Zhang greeted him with a smile on his face. In his eyes, this was the first buyer of the poetry collection.

"Look here, sir. Once you take a look at the contents, you will understand how powerful the author is!"

Wang Cheng couldn't help but glance at his boss. How could he brag about the poetry collection so well without batting an eyelid?

I don’t know who wrote this, which made the bookstore owner brag like this.

Wang Cheng looked in the direction the boss was pointing and saw books stacked high and placed right in front of the door.

He raised his eyebrows, picked up a book at random and took a look, wondering in his heart that the author was really anonymous.

He thought they were homophones.

For example, Yiming, Yiming...

Wang Cheng casually turned to the first page, glanced at it, paused, and then read it word by word.

His originally relaxed expression gradually became tense, and the indifference in his eyes turned into surprise and shock.

He flipped through the pages quickly, trying to see if the content at the back was similar to the front, but the further he turned, the more rapid his breathing became, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The person who walked in with Wang Cheng looked at him with a surprised expression, picked up a collection of poems, flipped through it casually, and then also immersed himself in it.

Boss Zhang did not stop them, but just watched from the side with a smile on his face. He seemed to have seen countless silver coins!

When they were halfway through flipping through the pages, Boss Zhang spoke slowly, "Customers, do you want to buy?"

Wang Cheng and the young people around him were reminded by the boss's voice and hurriedly said, "Buy! Must buy!"

“Who wouldn’t buy such a good poem?”

"Boss, do you know this poet? He can actually write such a poem!"

"How much? Give me five!"

After paying the money, Wang Cheng felt light-footed, but his hands were tightly clasped around the poetry collection.

It turns out that there is really someone who can write such shocking poems!