There was a saying that numbers were strength.
After entering the study, he gathered the mahjong patterns and handed the task to Ning Yue, Meiqing, and Anne.
Li Daxi took the book that he had written earlier," The Tyrannical Palace Master Fell in Love with Me ", and left.
Previously, Li Daxi was still a little uncertain whether the book he wrote would be welcomed by the market.
With the performance of Meiqing and the others, Li Daxi felt that the script he wrote would definitely be popular.
In this world, although Li Daxi had no interest in the martial world or the imperial court.
However, it would be good if he could bring about some changes to the world by himself.
For example, the tearful eyes after watching the ending.
"However, the readers in this world shouldn't be popular with sending blades!”
As they walked, Li Daxi rubbed his chin and muttered.
Looking at Li Daxi's back as he walked out, and then looking at the pile of paper in her hand, Meiqing looked at Ning Yue with resentment.
He felt like he was being shot.
He was originally happy to be idle, but in the end, he had more work to do.
Ning Yue's expression remained the same when he met Meiqing's gaze.
He glanced at the clothes that he had just washed this morning on the drying pole and sighed."Hurry up and make it! He had been playing Gomoku for so long, but he had never won once.”
Hearing this, Meiqing suddenly felt even more depressed.
After playing Gomoku for a few days, neither Ning Yue nor Meiqing won a single game.
On the contrary, Meiqing's dishwashing time was extended by a month.
Ning Yue's laundry time for Li Daxi was extended by two months.
Although it wasn't Ning Yue's style to retreat without a fight.
However, it was foolish to do something when one knew it was impossible.
As the First Palace Master of the Shifting Flower Palace, Ning Yue knew what it meant to stop losses in time.
However, what made the two women unable to calm down was…
The rules of Gomoku were very simple.
However, he could not beat Li Daxi.
This made the two women feel as if their intelligence had been crushed.
This was the most uncomfortable part.
Meiqing could not help but complain," I feel like this guy is my nemesis. I've never had any advantage over him."”
Ning Yue smiled.
........
In the Long Mountain Book Room.
As Li Daxi slowly walked in, a slightly plump and honest-looking shop owner quickly walked up to him.
"Young Master, do you want to buy books?"
Li Daxi shook his head and placed the manuscript he had wrapped on the table.
"Book!"
"Hmm? Write a book?"
The shopkeeper sized up Li Daxi.
"Can I look at the manuscript first?"
"As you wish!" Li Daxi said calmly.
Seeing this, the shopkeeper picked up the neatly stacked manuscripts on the table.
As for Li Daxi, he wandered around the library.
From time to time, he would flip through some storybooks.
However, they were basically cliches, mixed with a few boring poems.
However, the seller was not cheap.
Some of the books were even sold for one tael of silver.
One had to know that one tael of silver was enough for a family of four to live comfortably for a month.
In his previous life, his purchasing power was around 10,000 to 20,000.
If that was the case, then forget it.
The key was the content. Li Daxi could not read any more after reading a few pages.
Fifteen minutes later.
Li Daxi, who wanted to go back as soon as possible, finally couldn't help but say,""Shopkeeper, how much longer will it take? If you're not willing to publish a book, I'll go ask around.”
The fat shopkeeper became anxious when he heard this.
"Don't, we're willing. Our Changshan Bookstore is willing to buy this book.”
After putting down the manuscript with some reluctance, the fat shopkeeper looked at Li Daxi with a less casual expression.
Instead, it was filled with gentleness.
"Young Master's book is really well written! I've read so many storybooks, but I've never seen one as interesting as Young Master's.”
As he spoke, he glanced at the draft and added,""The title of the book is also good. It's eye-catching at first glance.”
Li Daxi nodded and said,"Then tell me how to publish a book."”
When it came to business, the fat manager cleared his throat and said,""Generally speaking, if you want to publish a book, you can bring the manuscript to our library and pay fifty taels of silver. Our library can print the book and sell it.”
"After that, we'll split the profits fifty-fifty. Our bookstore and the author will each take half of the profits.”
"Hmm?"
Li Daxi frowned slightly. The instinct of a businessman made Li Daxi feel that these conditions were too disadvantageous.
Sensing Li Daxi's expression, the fat shopkeeper hurriedly said,""Of course, that's for ordinary stories.”
"Once a book like Young Master's is published, it will definitely be popular.”
"This book will be printed and sold by our bookstore for free. After that, we will split it 30 - 70. Young Master, you will get 70%, and our bookstore will get 30%.”
"What do you think?"
He subconsciously calculated the printing cost and sales cost in his mind.
In the end, Li Daxi was certain that even if it was only 30%, the bookstore would definitely make a killing.
Moreover, once the books sold well, it could also increase the reputation of the bookstore, and there were even more hidden benefits.
But on second thought, Li Daxi suppressed these thoughts in his mind.
After all, he was not a businessman now. It was enough. There was no need to be so calculative.
After thinking for a while, he said,"But I have another condition. I can't reveal that I'm the author of this book."”
"Ah?"
The fat shopkeeper looked at Li Daxi blankly.
Normally speaking, who wouldn't want to be famous?
This way, the price of the dungeon would be higher in the future, and the benefits would be more.
Who would be like Li Daxi, who had to hide his name?
However, Li Daxi had a request, so how could he not agree?
He immediately nodded in agreement.
Seeing the fat shopkeeper's confusion, Li Daxi did not explain.
He couldn't say that he was worried about trouble, right?
After all, in his previous life, Li Daxi knew that some authors were hacked to death by readers because of their books.
Not to mention the current world where martial artists ran amok and killed people at every turn.
If one day a chivalrous woman saw his book and felt sad, what would Li Daxi do?
He couldn't possibly lose his life writing a script!
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