Chapter 79: Xu Qianqian's Nightmare!

(For the new president of the alliance to hear the old man congratulating the sea, inexplicable gratitude!)

I heard Shen Lang say he was going to crush Zhu Wenhua's Mandarin Duck Dream to smithereens.

Deng Xian, the sleazy middle-aged shopkeeper, could not help but shrink his neck and say, "Young master, this... This difficulty."

Shen lang said, "How many copies did Zhu Wenhua sell on the first volume of the Mandarin Duck Dream?"

Deng xian said, "4600 books. This is the book issued in Lan shan city. Besides the four books and five classics, it has the highest sales."

Lan shan city's large channels can cover 30 or 40 cities and millions of people.

So 4,600 copies, it was a very high sales volume.

Deng xianxian said, "Zhu Wenhua is the son of a noble, a young man, and a talented man. His books are also well written. Therefore, his books, whether it is a small family jade or a famous girl, each has one. Many rich ladies are especially obsessed with him, and often buy hundreds of books at once, and send one to all the servants and beauties in the family."

Shen Lang couldn't help but think of the little fresh meat on earth in her last life. Every time a movie was released, crazy female fans would buy hundreds of tickets at once, then stand at the entrance of the cinema and give one to anyone.

But in this way, the style is really a little low.

With such great influence, it was no wonder that all the bookstores in Lan shan city did not dare to publish books for Shen Lang after he opened his mouth to ban shen lang.

Shen lang said, "Manager deng, how many books have you sold?"

Deng xian said, "Two thousand seven hundred volumes, but that book is seventy percent full of paintings, and the remaining thirty percent are words, and it is very revealing and vulgar, completely different from your book."

Then Deng Xian hesitated a little and said, "To be honest, your book level is a little too high. I'm afraid my guests won't be able to adapt to it. The reason why I dare to estimate 3,000 volumes is because your meat play is too good and your illustrations are better."

Shen lang said, "How many copies do you think zhu wenhua can buy for the second volume of the Mandarin Duck Dream?"

Deng xian said, "Five thousand, even six thousand."

Because the first volume of the Mandarin Duck Dream has nurtured too many readers, countless people are waiting for it.

Therefore, the sales volume of the next volume must be very scary.

Deng xian said, "If I push hard, you can sell 3,000 books, but it is difficult to be more authentic. It is even more impossible to surpass the second volume of Zhu Wenhua's Mandarin Duck Dream."

Then, Deng Xian said with a straight face, "To be honest, Young master shen, your book is much better than zhu wenhua's" Mandarin Duck Dream," even not on the same level, but... Perhaps your book is too good for most people to understand."

Shen Lang was shocked. You only read meat and know a book, okay?

Deng Xian said speechlessly, "I... I used to be an author, too. It's true that I write badly, and I can read other people's books accurately."

"In short, the smell of wine is also afraid that the alley is deep. If you want to surpass the second volume of Zhu Wenhua's" Mandarin Duck Dream," the villain really can't do it."

Deng Xian said honestly.

Shen Lang smiled and said, "The smell of wine is also afraid of the depth of the alley? Isn't it just eye-catching? No problem, I guarantee that when this book comes out, the smell... Oh no, it's the fragrance that soars to the sky."

Shen lang said, "Manager deng, if I give you a bottom pocket, you print it hard. If you don't sell 3,000 copies, I'll pay for it. But if you sell 3,000 copies."

Deng Xian said bluntly, "You get 20 % for each book."

Wow! This royalty is so high.

This Deng Xian, on the other hand, was a character who directly called out the highest score.

Of course, Shen Lang didn't want to make money, but if he could transfer money, what's wrong with that?

"Okay." Deng xian said," then I will give you the best tin type typesetting, and the final master will give you a rigid illustration, regardless of all manpower and resources, so that your book and Zhu Wenhua's" Mandarin Duck Dream" will be released at the same time."

Shen lang said, "He sells in a bookstore, so we set up a stall. We set up a stall at the entrance of any bookstore that sells" Mandarin Duck Dream."

Such a hooligan?

Shen lang said, "Shopkeeper deng, can you hold your body?"

Acting like a hooligan also requires courage and ability.

Deng Xian smiled scornfully and said, "No problem. Who am I afraid of?"

Shen lang said, "Wait a minute. I'll add some more chapters to the book and draw more illustrations."

Then, Shen Lang picked up the brush, improvised, and added some content to the original.

Jin Mucong went up to take a look and was stunned again.

Because shen lang added a new character.

This character's name was Zhu Wenshan. He was born in a poor aristocracy and a concubine. In order to continue to live a luxurious life, he became the male pet of the great officials of the west gate and was raised outside.

In the plot, the great official of the west gate spoiled him twice, once in the room and once on the roof.

Shen Lang's new illustration, however, was the one on the roof.

Not only that, but this Zhu Wenshan and Ximen Xianxian also had their own illustrations.

Jin Mucong and Deng Xian looked at the characters in the painting and immediately felt familiar.

Jin Mucong could not help but mourn for Zhu Wenhua for a quarter of an hour.

If this book became popular, zhu wenhua's reputation would be completely ruined.

Of course, in reality, he didn't become a businessman's male pet, but who cares about the truth.

What everyone loved was a rumor, and they repeated it 500 times, taking it as reality.

Shen lang asked Deng Xian, "Is that okay?"

Deng Xian smiled scornfully and said, "No problem. What's the problem?"

It seemed that this man had his backing and did not take a single Zhu Wenhua seriously.

"Then I'll wait and see, waiting for the moment when our new paper market opens." Shen lang said.

Deng Xian solemnly put away the manuscript and saluted Shen Lang, "I will not disappoint the two princes."

Then, he said, "Young master shen, this wine smells bad in the alley..."

Shen lang said, "Don't worry. I'll go back now. I'll make sure that on the day our book goes on the market, there will be many people's eyes and hearts."

...

When Shen Lang got home!

He immediately became an artist.

He wants to draw posters!

The poster was too awesome, too provocative, so it was eye-catching, and it was still color, so it couldn't be printed, so he could only draw it by hand.

Each poster is more than one meter long and more than half a meter wide.

There were vertical scrolls and banners.

Each of them was drawn by a very realistic western portrait method, and it was still colored.

Although not as good as the photo, it also reached 80 % of the reality of the photo.

As for the scale of this poster?

There's no need to talk about it!

There were three main characters, the officials of the west gate, Zhu Wenshan and Ximen Xianxian.

That action, that form, that fire.

In this world without pictures, in this era of freehand painting, the impact was simply explosive.

It was too real, too soul-stirring.

It was comparable to the dvd cover of some movies, and it was also a large poster.

Coupled with the scale, the damage was greater than the bikini poster for the beauty contest.

Jin Mucong accidentally barged in and saw Ximen Xianxian kneeling in the picture.

All of a sudden, his breath was spitting fire.

Her face was red and her ears were red. She stared at her for three minutes.

"Brother-in-law, I'm leaving."

Then, he bent over and walked away, not knowing what to do.

...

The next day, Jin Mucong accidentally broke into Shen Lang's room again.

He looks a little pale.

This time, he saw Ximen Xianxian sitting on the ground with his legs spread out.

God...

The image was devastating.

Jin Mucong suddenly covered his nose and bent over, "Brother-in-law, I'm leaving again."

...

The third day!

Jin Mucong broke into Shen Lang's study with dark eyes.

Suddenly, she saw two men and a Ximen Xianxian.

It was an explosive scene.

Jin Mucong squatted down in pain and cried out in pain, "Brother-in-law, I, I really can't do it. It's all broken."

Shen Lang said disdainfully, "This is art. Look at your vulgar appearance."

Then, in his mind, he began to think about his wife's silk pants. This time, he washed them and put them back where they were dried.

I don't know if it's dry or not, will the girl smell something?

"Brother-in-law, this woman really looks like Xu Qianqian." "You're putting a thousand green hats on Zhang Jin," said jin mucheng.

"Yes." Shen lang said, "For the next three years, Xu Qianqian doesn't have to eat anymore. He can drink a lot of milk."

Jin Mucong was stunned, "Brother-in-law, what did you say..."

After a while, Jin Mucong's breathing became a little rough again.

"This won't work. Brother-in-law, I'm leaving again..."

Then, he left again.

...

The fourth day!

Jin Mucong's eyes turned green and limped into Shen Lang's room.

Seeing Shen Lang drawing again.

This time, it was the officials of the west gate, Zhu Wenshan and Ximen Xianxian.

However, the main players were the west gate officials and Zhu Wenshan, and Ximen Xianxian was just a bystander.

"Brother-in-law, spare me, spare me..." Jin Mucong covered his waist in pain and said, "It's really going to kill people."

However, he took a look at the picture and immediately became dispirited.

"Oh..."

Because of the intense discomfort caused by the image, Jin Mucong's orientation was very normal.

Jin Mucong looked at shen lang respectfully and said, "Brother-in-law, as an artist, it's not easy, it's not easy. This is equivalent to a mouthful of shit stuffed into your mouth."

This was so disgusting that Shen Lang couldn't help but retch.

"Fatty, can you talk? Damn you... Sis!" Shen lang cursed.

At this moment, Jin Mulan walked in.

But seeing this terrible scene before her, she walked out without a sound.

He sighed in his heart.

The husband has some dark side, it's better not to see it.

...

One day Shen Lang went to Mulan's closet.

He found that the silk pants he had washed off were gone.

Did Mulan throw it away or wear it?

A day later, Shen Lang found it on the clothes-drying pole.

His heart was pounding like a rabbit, and the girl was really wearing it.

Xiaobing, why are you in such a hurry to wash it off?

...

Time is like water, time is like a shuttle.

The days when one could not pretend to be forced passed quickly.

Thirteen days passed.

Deng xian used the greatest manpower, material resources, and financial resources to complete the engraving, printing, cutting, and bookmaking in just 13 days.

He personally sent the first copy of "The golden bottle / the boundless wind and moon of the plum blossom" to the Count xuanwu residence.

Even Shen Lang felt her heart waver when she looked at this cover.

There are three characters on the cover.

The official of the west gate was in the room with Zhu Wenshan, while Ximen Xianxian was peeping out of the window.

She was wearing a pocket and it was very cool, and her back was absolutely soul-stirring.

"Young master, how's the effect?" Deng Xian asked.

Shen lang said, "Super good."

Deng xian said, "I have absolute confidence that it will be a big fire! The day after tomorrow is the day when the next volume of Zhu Wenhua's" Mandarin Duck Dream" will be released. We will sell this book with him, and we will put it opposite where his book is sold."

Then, deng xian said, "It's just that the smell of wine is also afraid of the depth of the alley. I'm really worried that I can't sell him..."

Oh my god, that's all you know, right?

Without a word, Shen Lang yanked the curtain on the wall.

Suddenly, a dozen huge colorful posters suddenly appeared.

Lifelike, fiery, and breathtaking.

"Ah..." Deng Xian screamed and squatted down.

Then another hand quickly covered his nose.

The visual impact was too intense.

It's a soul bomb!

Shen lang said, "Is this enough for the fragrance to soar into the sky?"

Deng Xian trembled and said, "Young master shen, let's fuck him up and crush Zhu Wenhua to pieces!"

...

Once again, time was like water, time was like a shuttle.

Two days later.

The second volume of Shen Lang and Jin Mucong's "Golden / bottle / the wind and moon of the plum blossom" and Zhu Wenhua's" Mandarin Duck Dream" went public at the same time.

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Note: three thousand five hundred words big zhang, the pastry is asking for the recommendation ticket crazily, deeply worshipped to everyone!