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Doctor Sun didn't come back for more than half a month. Xie Wanxing felt very uneasy and asked Manager Qin about her master's news.

When Shopkeeper Qin saw Xie Wanxing, a gentle smile appeared on his face. He said soothingly, "Xiaoxing, don't worry. Your master will be fine. When Doctor Sun returns, I will immediately send someone to inform Xing Frappuccino."

Xie Wanxing nodded slightly, but the worry in his eyes did not disappear.

Mr. Yu seemed to have noticed that Doctor Sun had not returned, but he did not ask Xie Wanxing why he had not been to Baohetang for more than half a month.

However, he usually looked calm, but at this moment, his brows were furrowed, and his whole body exuded a depressed aura, and it seemed that he was not in a good mood.

The weather outside was getting colder and it began to drizzle. The rain hit the window lattice, making a dull sound. Xie Wanxing was trapped at home, feeling depressed and bored, so he wrote a few elementary school diaries to Chen Zhifei.

Just when she was feeling down, Xie Kang came hurriedly and brought good news.

His face was filled with unconcealed excitement, and as soon as he entered the yard he shouted, "Miss, the first batch of books has been printed."

"Oh? Really?" Xie Wanxing heard it all in the backyard. Her originally dim eyes lit up instantly, and her surprise was beyond words. She immediately stood up and ran towards the front hall.

When they arrived at the front hall, they saw a huge box on the ground. Xie Kang followed closely behind her and explained, "It's raining outside, so we packed it in a big box to prevent it from getting wet during transportation. It won't get wet at all, so don't worry, young lady."

"Okay, let me take a look." Xie Wanxing said, squatting down, and couldn't wait to open the box. A faint scent of ink wafted to his face.

This batch of prints are all collections of Li Bai's poems.

She gently picked up a book. This batch of books were all collections of Li Bai's poems. On the green cover, the words "Collection of Poems by Li Bai" were written in large, flowing fonts.

She gently turned the pages of the book. The paper was fine in texture, the ink was evenly colored, and the handwriting was clear and neat. "It's printed quite well. The craftsman that Mr. Zhao hired is really good."

Xie Kang also laughed, "The craftsmen in this bookstore worked day and night to print it so quickly. Look at this, the quality is impeccable, right?"

Cheng Hui also took a look at a copy and nodded, "Thank you for your hard work, this is really well printed. It will definitely sell out when it starts selling, so we still need to have enough stock before opening. Li Bai is the Immortal Poet, and he will definitely be very popular in Dajing."

Xie Wanxing leaned closer and whispered to Cheng Hui, "I didn't copy all of them. After all, this is ancient times. If some poems violate the taboos of the authorities, it would be over. I tried my best to pick some that would not be too controversial." A hint of caution flashed in her eyes, and she bit her lip lightly.

Cheng Hui listened, and then her eyes showed approval. She patted Xie Wanxing's shoulder gently, "Axing, you have considered it carefully. This is indeed a key issue. We really can't make any mistakes on this."

"It's just right. This first batch of poetry collection can be divided among several people in the family. Just make sure it's not leaked for the time being."

"Lan'er, forget it. But are you sure your other two brothers like this?"

"You have to read it even if you don't like it!" Xie Wanxing shrugged, with an unquestionable look on his face, "How can I not read it?"

Afterwards, Xie Wanxing took several poetry collections and gave them to the teacher as if they were presenting treasures.

She knew that Mr. Yu had been in a bad mood for the past two days. If she could get him to give these poetry collections to his friends, and everyone could sit together and discuss poetry, maybe that would help him feel better.

"Teacher!" Xie Wanxing called out crisply before entering the room.

When I opened the door, I saw Mr. Yu sitting at the table with a slightly frown on his face. He was holding a book in his hand, but he didn't seem to be reading it, and his eyes were a little wandering.

Mr. Yu heard the voice and looked up. Seeing the poetry collection in Xie Wanxing's hand, he was slightly startled, and a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes: "Axing, what are you doing?"

Xie Wanxing walked forward and gently placed the poetry collection on the table. "Teacher, this is the collection of Li Bai's poems that our bookstore just printed. I thought of sending you a few copies. You said before that you would also give one to Mr. Tao and the others. I'll get it for you right away!"

Mr. Yu reached out and picked up a copy, flipped it open, and nodded slightly. "It's well printed. The craftsman that Old Man Zhao sent is quite reliable."

His eyes moved slowly across the pages, a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Mr. Yu had read these poems before, but he couldn't help feeling excited when he read them again.

It is a pity that a person who can write such timeless masterpieces is unknown. If there were such a person in the Dajing literary world, it would be prosperous.

Surprisingly, the only copy of this poem is kept in Xie Wanxing's home.

Mr. Yu had never seen these rare copies in his home study. Perhaps Xie Songlin had hidden them away. After all, this was indeed a huge fortune.

Sometimes he wondered if these poems were written by Xie Wanxing, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt that it was impossible.

At Xie Wanxing's age, no matter how talented he is, it is impossible for him to write something like this.

Moreover, many of the poems were obviously written by people in their fifties. Xie Wanxing, a carefree child, certainly could not have expressed such feelings.

"Axing, do you know that if these poems were to spread, they would definitely cause a huge uproar?" Mr. Yu raised his head and looked at Xie Wanxing with a deep gaze. "Although I have never heard of Li Bai, his poetic talent is truly unparalleled in the world."

Xie Wanxing nodded gently, his eyes gleaming. "Teacher, I know. That's why I thought, I must promote these poems so that more people can appreciate them. How can the name of the Immortal Poet not flourish?"

"If you encounter any difficulties, be sure to tell the teacher."

Xie Wanxing walked forward, took Mr. Yu's arm, and said coquettishly, "Thank you, teacher. I knew you were the best. I feel much more at ease with you around. By the way, if you give these books to Mr. Xin and Mr. Tao, remember to tell them not to pass them on. We don't have much in stock right now. If someone pirates them, it will disrupt my parents' original plan."

"Of course, I'll explain everything." Mr. Yu was amused by her and gently tapped her forehead with his hand. "Okay, go and do your work. Don't forget to do your homework today."

Xie Wanxing loosened his arms, stood up straight, and nodded seriously: "I know, I know, teacher. I'll go do my homework now."

After saying that, she bowed to Mr. Yu, turned around and walked out of the room with brisk steps.