The book has no strength, the female supporting role just wants to survive

From the outside, Zhuying Pavilion does not look much different from other shops, but some of the architectural details make it more exquisite than the shops next to it.

Although Zhuying Pavilion was secretly involved in murderous business, it was still a study room in public.

The entrance of Zhuying Pavilion was not as busy as that of Youshizhai. There were only a few people coming in and out occasionally, and most of them were holding strangely colored books in their hands.

This was the fifth time Jiang Tunan pretended to pass by Zhuying Pavilion. The servant at the door finally couldn't help but call her.

"Does this girl want to buy a book?"

Jiang Tunan pretended to be casual.

"I'm just looking aground."

"please!"

The servant made a gesture of invitation, which was intimidating but still respectful.

"Since you said so, I'll go in and take a look."

The guard remained expressionless and kept moving.

Chunhua was a little scared and pulled Jiang Tunan's sleeve as if asking something. Jiang Tunan patted Chunhua's hand to comfort her.

She risked her life today!

When he was led into the Bamboo Shadow Pavilion by the attendant, it was not the dark and scary scene that Jiang Tunan had imagined. On the contrary, rows of books were neatly arranged on the bookshelves, and the whole pavilion looked more like a modern library.

There are many windows in the pavilion, and beams of sunlight shine on the books, giving a sense of peaceful times.

It seems that what Ji Yichen said was indeed correct. This Zhuying Pavilion was really running a study well and just killing a few people by the way.

Jiang Tunan quickly browsed through the bookshelves and found that most of them were serious books related to the imperial examination.

There is not a single dishonest person at all. Does this Pavilion Master really like to take the civil service exam?

"What color book would the girl like to buy?"

An old man came over with a kind smile. Jiang Tunan was reading a book called "Two or Three Things I Have to Say to A-Tu" at that time. When he picked it up, he thought it was a storybook, but when he opened it, he found it was a serious science book about farming.

Who taught you this name?

When the old man came over, Jiang Tunan immediately closed the book. She didn't intend to state her purpose at the beginning.

"Hello, I want to buy some storybooks."

The old man was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said,

"Miss, you may have made a mistake. We don't sell storybooks here."

Jiang Tunan pretended to be confused.

"Isn't this a study? Why don't you sell storybooks?"

The old man smiled mysteriously.

"Girl, this book is not that book."

Jiang Tunan wanted to say a few more words, but was interrupted by the old man.

"Girl, you've come to the wrong place. The book you're looking for is not here. Please go back."

There were already people coming towards Jiang Tunan. Jiang Tunan knew that after today, he might not have another chance, so he spoke before the old man left.

"I have a business deal I want to discuss with you! For a study as big as Zhuying Pavilion, it would be a pity if we gave up the profits from the storybook business, wouldn't it?"

The old man stopped and turned to look at Jiang Tunan, his eyes showing no emotion as he spoke slowly,

"Bamboo Shadow Pavilion, no need."

Although Jiang Tunan felt a little disappointed, she had expected this result. Zhuying Pavilion had never thought about selling storybooks for so many years, so how could it change because of her few words?

"Thank you, sorry for bothering me."

Jiang Tunan bowed slightly to the old man, then turned and left.

It was very difficult to make money in ancient times. It is clearly not written like that in the novels.

"and many more."

A hoarse male voice sounded behind him. Jiang Tunan looked towards the source of the voice and saw a man in a dark blue brocade robe.

The man was wearing a mask with bamboo patterns engraved on it, so Jiang Tunan couldn't see what he looked like.

The man walked slowly towards him, his dark blue robe swaying with his movements, and under the sunlight, the color reflected was still dark blue.

Haha, the sun is so hot and you cover yourself so tightly, god!

Jiang Tunan took a few steps back vigilantly. As the saying goes: In broad daylight, a person dressed in black is either a villain or a thief.

The old man bowed respectfully and said,

"Pavilion Master."

Jiang Tunan was shocked. Is this the legendary Master Wen Zhu?

Wen Zhu nodded to the old man, then asked Jiang Tunan,

"You want to sell the storybook?"

Jiang Tunan nodded immediately. Wen Zhu was the big boss of Zhuying Pavilion. As long as he nodded, there was still hope for this matter.

"follow me."

Wen Zhu walked on his own and the old man followed him.

"Chunhua, wait for me at the entrance of Zhuying Pavilion. If I don't come out in an hour, go back to Xiao Mansion to find Sister Yunqing."

After instructing Chunhua, Jiang Tunan immediately followed Wen Zhu. Looking at Wen Zhu's back as he walked, Jiang Tunan always felt a sense of familiarity.

The boss of this kind of assassin organization is usually not a small character, and he wears a mask, which means he doesn't want others to know what he looks like. Either his face is too ugly, or he is afraid that others will recognize him.

Jiang Tunan felt that her analysis made sense, so this Wen Zhu was most likely someone she knew.

"Xiao Mingli."

Jiang Tunan suddenly shouted at Wen Zhu, but Wen Zhu in front of him did not respond. Jiang Tunan was a little uncertain. Isn’t such a powerful organization owned by the male protagonist?

"Did this girl mistake me for someone else?"

Wen Zhu stared straight at Jiang Tunan, with emotions in his eyes that Jiang Tunan could not understand.

"I actually wanted to ask if you know Xiao Mingli. Haha, you two are both talented people in Kyoto, so you should have some acquaintance with each other."

“I’ve only heard of it.”

Wen Zhu stopped and saw a beautifully carved door in front of him. The old man stepped forward and opened the door for him.

"This girl, please."

It looks like we've arrived at his office.

Wen Zhu held the door and let Jiang Tunan go in first.

Jiang Tunan walked forward while bowing.

"Thank you, thank you. I am so sorry to bother you. You are so polite."

But Jiang Tunan didn't notice that the moment she called out her name, Wen Zhu's hands hidden in his sleeves clenched and then loosened.

Jiang Tunan sat opposite Wen Zhu. This face-to-face feeling made her feel as if she was applying for a job, and it was a direct job application from the boss.

"I wonder what I call the girl?"

"My name is Jiang Tunan."

"Miss Jiang said she wanted to discuss business with Zhuying Pavilion today. I wonder what business she wants to discuss?"

Behind Wen Zhu is a large window, through which one can see a large patch of bamboo planted in the yard outside, lush and green, with rustling sounds.

"As far as I know, the bookstore business in Kyoto is almost equally divided between the Huangfu family's Youshizhai and Zhuyingge, but Zhuyingge never deals with storybooks, so most of the storybook business in Kyoto is in the hands of the Huangfu family."

Wen Zhu raised his eyebrows slightly, not caring.

"so what?"

"Master Wen Zhu, do you know how much profit there is in storybooks?"

"Appreciate further details."

Jiang Tunan calmed down.

"The labor cost of copying a book is only a few hundred coins. Based on the most common paper on the market, the cost of a book is only about one tael. Youshizhai's book is sold at two taels per copy, which means that the profit of each copy is one tael.

Take the Youshizhai on West Street for example. This store has the largest customer flow among all the stores. Its customer flow is at least 600 to 700 a day, if not 1,000. Among these 600 to 700 people, at least 40 to 50 percent can make transactions.

The profit of one tael per book is one tael, so 300 books a day is 300 taels, and 9,000 taels a month. Moreover, each person may not only buy one book, so a family can make tens of thousands of taels a month.

When Wen Zhu heard this, he was indeed moved. Youshizhai was the only one in the family, and there was no shortage of young ladies who loved to read storybooks in Kyoto. Two taels of silver was indeed a bit expensive for an ordinary family, but it was nothing for those young masters and young ladies who spent money like water.

"Mr. Wen Zhu is hesitant because you may think that the storybooks are all vulgar and low-brow stuff.

But I think that although sometimes vernacular novels cannot teach us great truths like the writings of saints, at least the joy, anger, sorrow and happiness we feel when reading vernacular novels are real. "

There was no expression on Wen Zhu's face, but because he was wearing a mask, Jiang Tunan couldn't see his expression at all.

Jiang Tunan gave an innocent and kind smile, but in his heart he was thinking that this guy was really hard to deceive.

"Experience joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness? For example, Long Aotian and Liu Bo'er?"

Jiang Tunan: ???