Chapter 81 Break the Record And Crush It into Dust! Zhu Wenhua Is Going to Explode

Deng Xian probably knew that Shen Lang's book would be popular.

But he didn't expect such a fire, and it was burning so fast.

The soul-stirring large color poster was simply a killer and immediately attracted the attention of countless people.

The cover of this book was the second eye killer, who asked these people to pick up the book and open it.

What's really powerful is the content of the book, such excellent writing, such a wonderful story, which is the basis for people to be willing to spend money on it.

"Shopkeeper, come on, give me some supplies. I'm completely out of my mind."

"Sold out, sold out. The shopkeeper will give me a hundred, no, two hundred, no three hundred!"

The guys who had been sent to sell books all came back to report the victory.

Deng Xian had purposely placed the book stall across from the doors of the various bookstores just to keep up with Zhu Wenhua's popularity, but he didn't expect that he didn't need it at all.

If Zhu Wenhua's new book was released today, it would be like a huge rock crashing into a lake, causing a huge wave.

The sensation caused by "The legend of the wind and the moon of the plum blossom" simply exploded directly in the middle of the lake, setting off a huge wave.

Selling faster and faster.

In the end... He went completely crazy.

Deng Xian originally estimated that the entire Lan shan city could only sell 300 or 400 copies at most.

Unexpectedly, it was ten times over!

In just one day, it sold 3,000 copies.

This, this is going crazy!

Did I not understand? Or was the world changing too fast?

Is every man in Lan shan city a potential silver thief?

Three thousand copies!

Deng Xian's books sold the best in Lan shan city before and didn't sell 500 copies.

Even Zhu Wenhua's Mandarin Duck Dream sold five or six hundred copies in Lan shan city.

But there were only 34,000 people in the entire city of Lan Shan, and no more than 8,000 could read.

In other words, on average, one in three literate people bought Shen Lang's book.

Of course, there was a mistake with this number, because many illiterate people also bought it.

It was so ridiculous. I wanted to rub off on Zhu Wenhua's heat.

As a result, the sales volume was several times that of Zhu Wenhua.

And this is only the beginning.

Because in the evening, many women had already secretly come to buy it.

Not only that, Deng Xian also heard.

The queue at the spring courtyard had already begun.

Yihong building was also called the reception hall.

The book was so popular that it was completely unthinkable.

Even if the book is good, it shouldn't be like this!

Of course, he didn't understand. It was a crowding effect, an eye effect.

In later generations of the internet, there will be a few inexplicable explosions every month, the original owner of the explosions are suspicious of life.

Who am I? Where am I? What happened?

This was only a place in Lan shan city, and when his reputation spread, he would shop in four counties and twenty cities around him.

How many copies can this book sell in the end?

Only god knows!

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Zhu Wenhua was sipping wine happily in the courtyard.

Today's book sales, his reputation is going up a notch.

This kind of cultural world is too refreshing.

The four scholars beside him were all puffing it up.

He was very famous, almost the leader of all the young scholars in Lan shan city, and was fawned upon at all times.

Moreover, he came from a prominent family and had a lot of money in his hands. Some ordinary scholars especially liked to follow him around and eat and drink.

Therefore, he chose the four big lackeys, led by the scholar wang shimin.

"Have you seen the grand occasion today? It's Lan Shan paper!"

"Zhu Gongzi will definitely sell an unprecedented number of books."

"Look at those famous ladies. How many people are crazy about wishing their brother?"

"You only see the surface, but you don't see the essence. The key is that brother zhu's book is so well written that people can't read it for three months."

"I bet within 50 years, there won't be a second person who can outsell brother zhu."

"When miss Zhang Chunhua sees this, she's afraid she'll have a heart for it."

"Aren't you talking nonsense? Within a few hundred miles, can you find me someone with the same talent as Zhu Gongzi?"

"One? Are you kidding me? You can find half of it. I'll chop off the chicken and feed it to you."

"Even if I don't drink, I've eaten."

Zhu Wenhua didn't say a word, just drank, but he was very happy.

Wear whatever you want, but not flattery.

This kind of flattery has been heard for ten years.

Of course, there must be some reserve for the scholar.

After hearing dozens of compliments, Zhu Wenhua said faintly, "Yes, yes..."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Zhu Wenhua said.

"Me, Zheng Changnian." This is the owner of the Ruyu pavilion book workshop, and his voice is a little anxious.

Zhu Wenhua could not help but frown. This Zheng Changnian is not very sensible, how could his tone be so disrespectful?

One of the students next to him immediately said, "Old zheng, you're floating. How dare you talk to Zhu Gongzi like this? Aren't you afraid that Zhu Gongzi's book won't come out of your house in the future?"

Zhu Wenhua smiled and said, "No, open the door."

A servant immediately opened the door.

Zheng Changnian, the shopkeeper of the Ruyu pavilion book workshop, hurried in with a somewhat complicated expression.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Wenhua said faintly, "There's no discussion about the daily limit. The rarer things in this world are, the more valuable they are. The more you make them unable to buy, the more they want to buy. I don't need to say that."

"Of course, of course..." Zheng Changnian said.

Zhu Wenhua said, "How many books did you sell in your workshop today? How long did it take?"

"Two hundred and sixty copies, which took less than an hour, are three times shorter than the first volume." Zheng Changnian said, "The whole of Lan Shan city added up and sold about 530 copies today."

"Oh my god?" A scholar exclaimed, "This is still under the condition of limited sales. If we open it up and sell it, god knows how many copies we can sell. It's really terrifying."

Zhu Wenhua said modestly, "Old zheng, isn't this sales volume already expected? Why did you come here specially to tell me?"

Zheng Changnian said, "But... There is another book today, which sold more than 3,000 copies."

More than three thousand copies?!

Zheng Changnian's voice trembled when he said this.

Zhu Wenhua stood up abruptly and said, "That's impossible!"

What a joke! How many literate people are there in Lan Shan city?

In addition to the four books and five classics, the highest sales of storybook books in Lan shan city did not exceed 800.

More than three thousand copies?

It was impossible for the sun to rise from the west.

It's impossible to reverse the flow of seawater.

"Did someone sell themselves?" The scholar said.

This was also true. Some rich children produced a book, in order to create fame and popularity, they paid to hire people to buy it.

Zheng Changnian shook his head and said, "It's definitely not self-promotion. Every sales volume is real. Countless people come up to snatch it. Not only the literate buy it, but even the illiterate buy it."

"What book?" Zhu Wenhua said in a cold voice.

Zheng Changnian put a book on the table.

A few of the students present were attracted to the cover almost immediately.

The legend of the wind and moon of the plum blossom.

Oh my god!

Just this cover, just this title, I want to buy it when I see it.

When Zhu Wenhua saw the cover of the book, his face changed drastically.

"Shen Lang's useless book?"

"Yes," Zheng Changnian said.

Suddenly, Zhu Wenhua's face turned green.

He had read Shen Lang's book, and with the idea of belittling the scholar, he read it in ten lines at a glance, and first put a 50 % halo on himself.

Even so, Zhu Wenhua knew in his heart that the quality of Shen Lang's book was very high.

But so what?

Now the main force to buy the script is the women in deep boudoir. What they like to see is the love, hate, and hatred of the rich, and that is, the talented and beautiful.

Shen Lang's book doesn't suit the tastes of these readers at all?

How could they sell so much?

There must be a scam in this. It must be the fake sales volume that shen lang hired to sell books and make.

Zheng Changnian said, "Zhu Gongzi, calm down and read this book with a normal mind."

Zhu Wenhua took a breath and started reading.

There was still a demeaning attitude in his heart.

Read the first, second, and tenth pages... Page 30.

For an entire hour.

Zhu Wenhua finished the first volume of "The legend of the wind and moon of the plum blossom."

He closed his eyes and his chest heaved.

When he opened his eyes again, Zhu Wenhua flung the book on the ground and said in a cold voice, "What a broken book? It's so vulgar. It's all about using vulgar words and illustrations to attract attention. It's really a dirty trick."

Then, he picked up the book, flipped through a random page, picked up a romantic paragraph and read it.

"What is it? To stimulate the human heart's most despicable and vulgar desire with such obscene words, the whole book has no literary value at all, and its level is so low that it makes one's hair stand on end."

"That's all right. The moral integrity of the person who wrote the book is extremely corrupted. Writing such a book is not only degrading, but also corrupting the ethos and trampling on human morality. Such a person is simply punishable."

And at this very moment.

Suddenly, a scholar said, "Look, does the man on the cover of this book look familiar?"

"Yes, he looks familiar. And he has a few dots on his butt. What is that?"

"It's... Shit!"

"This man looks very familiar. I don't know where I've met him, but I just can't remember him."

Then, a few of the people present could not help but look at Zhu Wenhua.

So... It's here.

Zhu Wenhua's face changed completely. He really didn't notice it just now.

Because the character in the book was named Zhu Wenshan, a descendant of a fallen aristocrat.

Zhu Wenhua felt that he was not down at all. He was very beautiful, so he didn't think that way at all.

Moreover, he went to school with a picky eye, focusing on picking the wrong places.

After being reminded, he quickly went to read the contents and illustrations in the book.

What a mess!

The Zhu Wenshan in this book really alluded to him.

Born into a noble family, his family was in decline because of the loss of his fief.

Usually, he liked to play tricks on some ignorant girls, not only to cheat money, but also to cheat himself.

In the end, in order to live a luxurious life, he was taken care of by the officials of the west gate and sang in the back court for three days and two days.

Moreover, Shen Lang used a very disgusting word in the book.

Stir shit!

The official from the west gate came to stir up Zhu Wenshan's shit again.

In an instant, Zhu Wenhua was about to explode!

Bully too much, bully too much!

This... This is ruining me!

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