Chapter 279 (1/2)

He smiled and said, ”Miss Bai means to carve it and sell it in the store?”

Yu Qingyao nodded with a smile. She was afraid of being laughed at by others for her bad poetry. She refused to say that she wrote her own poetry. Even when she came out to talk about publishing, she used an alias.

Boss Zhao said, ”can I have a look at the poem first?”

Yu Qingyao takes out the poem and puts it on the table. Wu Zhen takes it to boss Zhao.

Boss Zhao turned it over and praised it first. This word is as beautiful as a flower, and there is a kind of aura in its charm.

After reading a few poems, he was willing and asked with a smile, ”Miss Bai, how many copies do you want to print first?”

Yu Qingyao calculated that she didn't lack money. Printing tens of thousands of copies was just a small idea, but she was afraid that poetry was bad and spread widely, but it was not beautiful. She was a little guilty and asked, ”what do you think of three thousand copies?”

Boss Zhao nodded with a smile and said, ”well, I think the poem is OK, and our society is willing to try it. Well, for a buy it now price of 300 Liang silver, we will sign a contract. Anyway, I promise to sell this poem collection to three nearby cities. What do you think?”

Yu Qingyao hesitated. She had never published a book. When she heard three hundred taels of silver, she thought it was too cheap.

Seeing that she didn't agree, boss Zhao was afraid that she might think the price was high. He complained: ”Miss Bai, I want to find a craftsman to carve with good wood. I have to go through a relationship and let each store collect books. I also want to take risks. The price can't be lower.”

Yu Qingyao said with a smile, ”well, that's settled.”

She touched 300 taels of silver from her sleeve and gave it to boss Zhao on the spot.

Seeing a stack of silver notes in her hand, boss Zhao couldn't help regretting that the offer was low.

However, I thought that the poetry collection was good and was written by Miss Li Yi'an. At that time, according to the title of a beautiful lady's manuscript, the sales volume should be good and there will be money to earn. He smiled and said, ”Miss Bai, there are poems next time. You might as well take another look.”

Yu Qingyao smiled and nodded.

After talking about the book, we have to wait for the rest.

If you really want to publish a book, it's not so fast. When the craftsman carves the template, I'm afraid it will take ten days and a half months. This is still her poetry with few words.

Sixty ancient poems add up to less than 3000 words.

Then wait for it to be printed, bound and nailed into a book, and then transported to stores all over the city for sale. I'm afraid I can't do it in a month. She used the name of Li Yi'an, which is well known in China. Who knows when she comes here? The manuscripts of unknown people are put in bookstores. I'm afraid some people may not buy them. Maybe you can't sell one in a month. I'm afraid it will take another month or two before the outside world will react.

Yu Qingyao had no choice but to go back to the mountain and wait patiently.

Returning to Dongshan, Yu Qingyao was in a restless mood, worried about gain and loss, so she didn't want to go back and wandered around the mountain with Wuzhen.

There is no one in the mountain, the wild warblers sing, and the mountain flowers bloom and thank lonely.

Yu Qingyao walks to a dangerous peak. In the sun, the mountain is divided into yin and Yang, and the clouds grow on the top of pines.

Yu Qingyao suddenly felt lonely. She took out the Qin case, put on the ancient Qin, played and sang: there are beautiful women in the world, live in seclusion in the valley, take care of the city and the country. It's better not to know the city and the country, but it's hard to get a beauty again.

She played and sang casually, with a feeling of self pity and self injury.

I Miss Yu Qingyao, so beautiful, but forced to live in seclusion in the mountains. I can't even find a handsome guy who wants to flirt with me. It's really pathetic.

After singing, Yu Qingyao sighed melancholy, put away her piano and flew back to the secluded valley with Wu Zhen.

Halfway up the mountain, yuelang heard the ethereal piano sound and singing. He couldn't help being crazy.

It's sunny today. He went hunting in the mountains with some friends. Suddenly he heard the piano and song and couldn't walk.

After a while, the music gradually curled up. Yuelang judged that the sound came from the top of the mountain and rushed up.

”Where are you going, childe?” cried the attendant

Yue Lang said with a smile, ”I'll find the player.”