Chapter 78 Excellent Book! Young Master Shen Is Really A Master!

"Yes, I am the little boy who doesn't know how to eat soft rice." Shen Lang smiled.

Zhu Wenhua was a little speechless.

Damn, can you, Shen Lang, be more shameless?

At this time, there were three other women in the workshop, all of whom seemed to be ladies of great families. They were originally surprised by Shen Lang's beauty, but when they heard him say something like that, they could not help but spit in their mouths.

Zhu Wenhua said, "Why did you two come to my Lan shan city instead of staying in Xuanwu city?"

Before Shen Lang could answer, Jin Mucong said proudly, "Publish the book."

"Publishing a book?" Zhu Wenhua said faintly, "When did writing a book become so cheap?"

The meaning is very clear, what cat and dog can publish a book?

There was no doubt that Jin Mucong was a famous trash within a few hundred miles.

Although Shen Lang was brilliant in xuanwu city, he was still the ignorant and vain trash in the memory of everyone in Lan shan city.

Zhu Wenhua smiled and said, "If I remember correctly, brother shen lang has been studying at a school in a town for nearly ten years. He hasn't even completed his first education."

The crowd could not help but laugh.

What kind of books could these two ignorant people write? I'm afraid I can't even read.

Shen Lang ignored him and handed the manuscript to the shopkeeper in Ruyu pavilion.

This person is not only the boss, but also read countless books.

He had also heard about Shen Lang and Jin Mucong's reputations.

What good can these two ignorant things write?

But Jin Mucong was the son of Earl's mansion, and the boss of Ruyu pavilion was not willing to offend him. He took the manuscript respectfully, looking serious on the surface, but flipped through it carelessly.

He had even finished the draft in his mind. The master's writing was very unique and worthy of being a famous family. However, I am sorry that the trumpet has no plans for a new book recently. You can go to other bookstores and ask, such as mo xiang lou.

However, after only reading a few paragraphs.

The shopkeeper's face suddenly changed.

His level of appreciation was not as good as Count xuanwu's, but it was still amazing.

Every passage in it shows the author's profound analysis of human nature and the secular world.

Not only that, the poems and sentences in it are not gorgeous, and even a little cynical, but they are very old and spicy.

Then read on.

The shopkeeper of this workshop became more and more stunning and shocking.

There are many details in it, which are really amazing.

This level is really very high.

However, in the eyes of the shop owner, this book is not without flaws.

First, it was too vulgar and elegant, and it required a high level of literary attainment to understand the profound meaning of it. For ordinary people, this was just a vulgar and romantic storybook.

Secondly, the main customers in Ruyu pavilion are women, and they like the love stories of men and women, especially the love and hate of rich children.

But even so, he was willing to publish the book, even if he couldn't make any money, even if he was a bit of a loner.

At this moment, Zhu Wenhua took the manuscript and read two pages at a glance.

Then...

His expression was as if he had eaten shit, and his face was extremely uncomfortable, as if he was going to vomit.

Then, he sighed and said, "I really didn't expect that there would be such a vulgar thing in this world. It is a shame for a scholar to write such words."

With that said, he handed the manuscript to a woman in brocade.

This woman was the daughter of an official, a fanatic admirer of Zhu Wenhua, and the most addicted to the words of a talented and beautiful woman.

Her literary attainments were mediocre, but she read too many books and commented on almost every popular book, so she became famous as a talented woman in Lan shan city.

After receiving the manuscript of Shen Lang's "Legend of the wind and moon in the golden vase," she read only one page and her heart was pounding and her face was red.

She instinctively tightened her legs.

It's really... Exciting.

What a shame. I think I should keep watching.

But absolutely not. I am a talented girl, I am a lady of great family, I am a lady of great family, how can I like such a big poisonous weed?

That way, everyone will think that I am a shameless woman.

The woman hesitated for three seconds, then threw Shen Lang's manuscript on the ground and stomped on it.

"Despicable and vulgar. Zhu Gongzi was right. It's a shame to write such a terrible book."

Zhu Wenhua smiled smugly, and he knew it was the result.

Then, he said to the shopkeeper in Ruyu pavilion, "Shopkeeper mo, if you want to publish this book, I am very sorry. From now on, my book will not be published in your name, because I really can't be associated with such a despicable person."

After that, he looked at the woman beside him.

Although these women were somewhat swayed when they saw such a beautiful man as Shen Lang, they had been fans of Zhu Wenhua for many years. When they saw Zhu Gongzi's eyes, they immediately straightened their positions.

The official's daughter said, "Shopkeeper mo, this manuscript is really vulgar and unbearable. If you want to publish this book, we will never step into your workshop again."

As soon as these words came out, more than a dozen women around responded.

The owner of the workshop panicked. Although there were only a dozen women, they were indeed the leaders of the entire Lan shan city circle of socialites. If they boycotted Ruyu pavilion, the entire Lan shan city circle of socialites would boycott them.

In this way, the loss would be huge.

He had originally wanted to publish shen lang's book, but now he had to give up.

So, the bookkeeper picked up the manuscript and handed it back to jin mucheng respectfully, "This book of the prince is very unique. It's really worthy of being a famous family. But I'm very sorry. The trumpet has no plans to publish new books recently. Would you like to ask other bookstores, such as mo xianglou?"

Jin Mucong was furious.

Master's book is so good, how dare you not publish it? Aren't you blind?

Shen Lang tugged at him and said, "Let's go."

In just a moment, Shen Lang had a comprehensive plan in mind.

It wasn't just the idea of stepping on Zhu Wenhua's plan to ascend.

Even the plan to scrap him had been completed!

There were even three abc solutions.

...

Shen Lang and Jin Mucong walked out of Ruyu pavilion.

A moment later, Zhu Wenhua blocked their way.

He smiled faintly and said, "Shen Lang, don't waste your time. I don't have a book shop in Lan shan city for you. This isn't Xuanwu city. This is Lan shan city, my Zhu shi."

Bah!

Your Zhu shi family is a complete disgrace to an old aristocrat. Before Yangwu county Imperial guard could make a move, you knelt down and surrendered your fief and military power.

You still have the face to say it's your Zhu shi Lan shan city.

"Go back, go back to your xuanwu city." Zhu Wenhua said, "As long as I make a call, no one in the entire Lan shan city bookstore will dare to publish a book for you."

Jin mu conghan said in a cold voice, "Zhu Wenhua, why are you against us?"

Shen Lang was speechless. How could you, Fat House, say something so childish and stupid? Didn't you just give the other party a chance to pretend?

Sure enough, Zhu Wenhua's face was filled with a smile of superiority and said, "I wish wenhua to suppress who, do you still need a reason?"

...

Next, Shen Lang did not visit any of the bookstores in Lan shan city.

However, Jin Mucong was unwilling to go to mo xiang lou first and was rejected.

Then he went to the second, third, and fourth bookstores.

Without exception, they were all rejected.

With the call of Zhu Wenhua and his fans, no one in Lan shan city was willing to write a book for Shen Lang.

This reminded Shen Lang of a sentence.

The great god crushed the newcomer, and the great god crushed the street.

Bah! No!

It should be the old god who is suppressing the future platinum.

It was already dark, and Jin Mucong said dejectedly, "Brother-in-law, are we just going home in such a dejected manner?"

Then, he gritted his teeth and said, "No, our book is so good. I can't believe it. Let's go to zhengyang city next door."

Shen Lang shook his head and said, "No, you come with me!"

...

Half an hour later!

Shen Lang came to a bookstore and saw a middle-aged man with a head full of mice.

After receiving the manuscript, he read it in hundreds of lines.

Soon, he found the bed scene and began to read it with great interest.

"Good, good books, wonderful..."

"Oh my god, there are still illustrations. This painting is too realistic, too good..."

"Great books, great books..."

Jin Mucong was overjoyed, "Are you willing to publish our book?"

"Yes, yes, too much." The middle-aged shopkeeper said.

Jin mu cong said, "You can judge that we are the best books by simply reading a few paragraphs?"

Obscene middle age: "Of course, I have read countless books, and my heart has long been calm, but some of the passages in your book, even I can read hard, of course, is a wonderful book."

Uh!

It turned out that he was a meat picker.

Jin mucheng said, "Aren't you afraid of being banned by Zhu Wenhua?"

The shrunken middle aged man reluctantly read some passages and chuckled, "I'm a spring / palace album seller. Would I be afraid that he would be banned?"

"Spring / palace map seller?" Fat House Jin Mucong couldn't help exclaiming.

"What's wrong?" Shen Lang and the lewd middle-aged man looked over together.

Yes, what's wrong with selling spring / palace / pictures? Is everyone trying to enrich the people's amateur cultural life?

"No, it's nothing." Fat House immediately gave in.

Shen Lang was disdainful. What does this Fat House know?

Although the two bookstores, mo xiang lou and Ruyu pavilion, looked so tall and powerful, they were far from the spring seller / manager gong tu deng in terms of distribution channels.

This shopkeeper deng was able to place every book of spring / palace drawings in every shop in Lan shan city, even the coffin shop.

Not only that, his business was huge, and he could shop in four or five counties and more than twenty cities around him.

"What's the manager's name?" Jin Mucong asked.

"Little Deng Xian," said the wretched middle-aged man.

He quickly finished reading all the colors in the manuscript and couldn't stop admiring it.

When he saw the illustrations drawn by shen lang, he was even more shocked.

Master!

Absolute master!

This... This level, this character, this charm, this reality, is much better than his spring / palace map.

It wasn't that he said the things in his house weren't good, but if he really wanted to comment on the spring / palace albums he sold, he could only describe them in one sentence.

It won't get hard.

The style was too casual.

Shen Lang's illustrations, on the other hand, refer to western sketches, so the degree of authenticity is not comparable to the pictures of this world.

"It's definitely a big sale. It's definitely a big sale." Deng xian said, "Gentlemen, if this book can't sell more than 3,000 copies, I'll twist my head off and kick it for you two."

"Three thousand copies? You're kidding!" Shen lang said, "My goal is to break all the records."

"I only have one request. I'll go public with the next volume of Zhu Wenhua's Mandarin Duck Dream and crush him to pieces!"

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Note: thank you for the 20,000 yuan reward from the god stick! The pastry was in urgent need of recommendation tickets to soothe the heart, really! Please!