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

"A-Lang, why don't you apologize to the Second Prince?"

Ryokawa Sawaki walked over with difficulty, supported by his attendants.

"Brother, why are you here?"

Liangchuan Taki hurriedly ran to Liangchuan Sawaki's side and supported Liangchuan Sawaki's body.

Meng Jingchen observed Liangchuan Zemu carefully. This was the first time that Liangchuan Zemu appeared in front of everyone in these days.

Liangchuan Zemu's lips were pale and his face was bloodless. He looked really sick. After just a few steps, sweat broke out on his forehead.

Jiang Tunan's attention was on Liangchuan Zemu's face. She thought secretly in her heart, Liangchuan Zemu's face is so handsome.

Especially his current appearance, he is simply a sick beauty, and the key is that he is leaning weakly on Ryokawa Taki, which makes it even more absurd!

"The eldest prince is here too? Why isn't he taking a good rest at the post station?"

The smile on Baili Hao's face did not reach his eyes. Liangchuan Zemu was a very cunning person. He almost suffered a great loss at his hands in the last International Assembly.

"The younger brother was naughty and got into trouble, so naturally the older brother has to apologize on his behalf."

Liangchuan Zemu's voice was a little weak.

"Ah, apologize now."

"elder brother..."

Liangchuan Zemu gave Liangchuan Taki a warning look, and Liangchuan Taki lowered his head dejectedly.

"I was impulsive today. I'm sorry."

Baili Hao smiled politely.

"Since the Seventh Prince has admitted his mistake, the people of Daxing are not the kind of people who would hold on to their mistakes. In this case, let's just let this matter go."

"Then let's take our leave first."

Liangchuan Zemu and Liangchuan Taki left quickly. After they left, Baili Hao put on his friendly smile again.

"Prince Qi, we are fortunate to meet here today. This prince and Jing Chen are going to a nearby library to play chess. I wonder if you would be so kind as to go with us?"

Qi Guanming was a little embarrassed, and subconsciously glanced at Jiang Tunan. The Second Prince had come to his rescue today, and if he refused, he would lose face. But could he just leave Jiang Tunan here alone?

Jiang Tunan: Leave me behind! Leave me behind! Leave me behind!

Baili Hao naturally noticed Jiang Tunan. This lady seemed to be Xiao's cousin. Could it be that Qi Guanming and her...

Baili Hao was about to invite Jiang Tunan to go with him, but Meng Jingchen got there first.

"I heard that Miss Jiang has been feeling unwell recently. Are you here to see Master Wen today as well?"

Jiang Tunan understood Meng Jingchen's meaning almost instantly. He immediately felt dizzy and weak, covering his chest, leaning on Chunhua and speaking weakly,

"Yes, cough cough, but this is a problem I brought from my mother's womb, it's nothing serious, cough cough."

Wen Yinzhi was puzzled. He remembered that Jiang Tunan's voice was as loud as a bell just now.

"That's a pity. This prince wanted to invite Miss Jiang to go with him."

Baili Hao looked at Meng Jingchen meaningfully. Qi Guanming was a little worried at first, but after hearing what Baili Hao said, he felt that it would be a good idea to let Jiang Tunan continue to stay here to diagnose patients.

"Then Miss Jiang, please stay here and have a good rest."

Jiang Tunan's eyes were slightly red with a few tears in them, and he nodded weakly.

Look how broken I am!

Qi Guanming followed Baili Hao and the others away, looking back every few steps. At this moment, Jiang Tunan was just thinking:

Don't look back! I'm tired of keeping the same posture!

Meng Jingchen ignored Baili Hao's inquiring eyes and sighed inwardly. He had just promised Xiao Mingrui not to involve Jiang Tunan, and it would be bad to break the promise immediately.

When the others finally left, Jiang Tunan felt like he was falling apart. Wen Yinzhi looked at Jiang Tunan with a smile.

"Miss Jiang is quite different from the lady I imagined."

Jiang Tunan thought that of course it was different, because she was not that type at all. She couldn't pretend to be an ancient lady, she really couldn't.

"Thank you very much today, Miss Jiang. When I have time, I will definitely thank Miss Jiang."

When Jiang Tunan heard this, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he looked at Wen Yinzhi slyly.

"Are you rich?"

Wen Yinzhi had a question mark on his face.

"Yes.. a little?"

"That's good. We don't need to talk about feelings, just money. When you have collected the money, send it to the Xiao Mansion."

Jiang Tunan also specifically reminded him,

"Remember, don't send it to the wrong person."

Jiang Tunan brushed off the dust on his body.

"I have something else to do so I'll leave first. See you later."

Before Wen Yinzhi could react, Jiang Tunan had already walked a long way away. He could only shout,

"Miss Jiang, you can go to the Imperial Medical Bureau to see me next time."

Jiang Tunan waved his hand without looking back and soon disappeared around the corner of the road.

Wen Yinzhi shook his head helplessly. This young Master Jiang really had a free and easy personality.

After Jiang Tunan left the free clinic, he and Chunhua went to Mozhuxuan. Uncle Wang was counting the newly copied scripts with his servants. Seeing Jiang Tunan coming, Uncle Wang put down the account book in his hand and went forward to greet him.

"Miss Jiang, what's the matter with you coming here today?"

Jiang Tunan casually flipped through the books and found that they were all manuscripts of the novel she had given to Uncle Wang yesterday.

"I'm still here for some business matters. But to be honest, Uncle Wang, you're too efficient. Are these all bound brochures?"

Wang Bo smiled.

"Of course I can't do it on my own, so naturally the head office is helping me."

The head office here refers to Zhuying Pavilion, which is generally called this here, so even if outsiders hear it, they will not think that Mozhuxuan and Zhuying Pavilion are related.

But Jiang Tunan felt that it would be impossible to hide it just by the name Mozhuxuan.

"Miss Jiang, some of these booklets only have a dozen chapters. Can they really be sold?"

Jiang Tunan replied seriously,

"uncertain."

"what?"

Jiang Tunan picked up one of the booklets and said,

"Uncle Wang, do you know how many unsold manuscripts that Youshizhai throws away every month?"

Uncle Wang shook his head in confusion.

Jiang Tunan: "It's okay, I don't know either."

Wang Bo's expression almost couldn't be maintained. Jiang Tunan coughed a few times, trying to bring the topic back to a serious level.

"The reason why the Youshizhai's storybooks are in a backlog is because they don't conduct market research."

“What is market research?”

Jiang Tunan raised the book in his hand.

"The interests of young men and women change rapidly. They may like to read happy stories today, but tomorrow they may like to read stories about life and death.

We will first sell only a part of the manuscripts, and then continue to sell the rest of the manuscripts after a few days. If the story is not attractive and people are not interested in the next story, then this story can end hastily.

But if the beginning of the story is attractive and everyone is eager to buy it, then we can write the story longer, which will make more money and reduce the waste of costs. "

Wang Bo's eyes lit up. This method was really great! If we could reduce the waste of costs and cater to the needs of the market, would we still worry about no one buying our books?

"Also, while we wait for the next part of the story to come out, we can ask customers to write down their feelings about the story. This will not only make it easier for us to modify the next plot, but also keep the story popular among the public."

Uncle Wang nodded repeatedly. Jiang Tunan had explained the concept of serialization to him before, so he could understand the cleverness of this method.

“After this story is finished, we can publish a bound volume, which means binding all the previous chapters together.

Before the story was finished, it was divided into small volumes. After the story was finished, there were too many volumes to store. If someone wanted to read it again, wouldn't it be troublesome? At this time, we launched a bound volume, and it must be limited in number. There will always be people who will pay for it.

That way it’s one story and we make two bucks.”

Uncle Wang was simply astonished. It seemed that the Pavilion Master had made the right decision in sending her here. He was a business genius.

Jiang Tunan once again stayed in Mozhuxuan until very late before going back, but what she didn't know was that her conversation with Wang Er was heard word for word by Wen Zhu who was standing behind the screen.

Standing next to Wen Zhu was Wang Er's brother Wang Da, who was also shocked by Jiang Tunan's thoughts.

"The Pavilion Master has a sharp eye. He can tell at a glance that Miss Jiang has a talent for business."

Wen Zhu still had the mask on his face, and there was a hint of smile in his exposed eyes.