Deng Xian probably knew that Shen Lang's book would be popular.
But I didn't expect it to be so popular, and it became popular so quickly.
The breathtakingly large and colorful poster was simply a killer feature, and it immediately attracted the attention of countless people.
The cover of this book is the second-sight killer, making these people pick up the book and open it.
But what is really powerful is the content in the book. Such excellent writing and such a wonderful story are what make people willing to spend money on it.
"Shopkeeper, hurry up, replenish me quickly, it's completely crazy."
"It's sold out, it's all sold out, the shopkeeper quickly give me a hundred copies, no, two hundred copies, not three hundred copies!"
The guys who were sent out to sell books before came back one after another to report their success.
Before, Deng Xian deliberately placed the book stalls opposite the doorways of various bookstores, just to catch Zhu Wenhua's enthusiasm, but he didn't expect that it was not necessary at all.
If Zhu Wenhua's new book was released today, it would be like a huge boulder falling into the lake, causing huge waves.
The sensation caused by "The Legend of the Golden Lotus" was simply detonated directly in the middle of the lake, setting off huge waves.
Selling faster and faster.
In the end... completely sold out.
Originally, Deng Xian estimated that the entire Lanshan City could only sell three or four hundred copies at most.
Unexpectedly, it doubled tenfold!
In just one day, 3,000 copies were sold directly.
This, this is going crazy!
I did not understand? Or is the world changing too fast
Could it be that every man in my Lanshan City is a potential silver thief
Three thousand copies!
Before that, Deng Xian's book sold the best in Lanshan City, and it didn't have 500 copies.
Even Zhu Wenhua's "Dream of Mandarin Ducks" only sold five or six hundred copies in Lanshan City.
But there are only 30,000 to 40,000 people in Lanshan City, and no more than 8,000 people can read and write.
In other words, on average, one out of three literate people bought Shen Lang's book.
Of course, this number is wrong, because many illiterate people also bought it.
It's so ridiculous, I originally wanted to catch Zhu Wenhua's enthusiasm.
As a result, the sales volume was several times that of Zhu Wenhua.
And, this is just the beginning.
Because in the evening, many women have secretly come to buy.
Not only that, Deng Xian also heard about it.
The Lichun Courtyard has already started queuing up.
Yihonglou even called the number to pick up the guests.
The popularity of this book to such an extent is completely unbelievable.
Even if the book is good, it shouldn't be like this!
Of course he doesn't understand, this is the crowd effect, the eyeball effect.
In the Internet of later generations, there will be several inexplicable explosions every month, and the original owner of the explosion will doubt life.
who I am? This is where? What happened
This is only in one place in Lanshan City. After the reputation spreads, he will spread the goods to more than 20 cities in the surrounding four counties.
How many copies will the book eventually sell
That really only God knows!
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Zhu Wenhua drank wine happily in the other courtyard.
Today's book is a big seller, and his reputation is about to rise to a higher level.
It's so cool to feel that the cultural world is calling the wind and calling the rain.
The four scholars next to him were flattering desperately.
He is very famous, he is almost the leader of the young scholars in Lanshan City, and there are people who fawn on him at any time.
Moreover, he comes from a prominent family background and has a lot of money in his hands. Some scholars from ordinary families especially like to eat and drink after him.
Therefore, he selected four lackeys, headed by the scholar Wang Shimin.
"Have you seen the grand occasion today? Lanshan paper is so expensive!"
"Master Zhu, this book will definitely sell an unprecedented amount."
"Look at those ladies from famous families, how many people are crazy and obsessed with Brother Zhu?"
"You only see the surface, but you don't see the essence clearly. The key point is that Brother Zhu's book is so well written that people can't even read it for three months."
"I bet that within fifty years, there will be no second person to surpass Brother Zhu in this sales volume."
"When Ms. Zhang Chunhua sees this scene, I'm afraid she will secretly agree with her."
"Aren't you talking nonsense? Within a few hundred miles, find me someone whose talent can be compared with Mr. Zhu?"
"One? Are you kidding me? If you can find half of it, I'll chop it off for you to drink with."
"Even if I don't drink, I have eaten."
Hearing everyone's flattery, Zhu Wenhua didn't say a word, just drank, but his heart was flattered.
Thousands of wears and thousands of wears, flattery does not wear.
I can't get tired of hearing this kind of flattery for ten years.
Of course, the reserve of a scholar is still necessary.
After hearing them boasting dozens of words in a row, Zhu Wenhua said lightly: "It's over, it's over..."
And at this moment, there was a knock on the door outside.
"Who is it?" Zhu Wenhua asked.
"I, Zheng Changnian." This is the owner of Ruyuge Bookstore, and his tone is a little anxious.
Zhu Wenhua couldn't help frowning, this Zheng Changnian is not very sensible, his tone is so disrespectful
A scholar next to him immediately said: "Old Zheng, you are drifting away, and you actually talk to Mr. Zhu like this? Are you afraid that Mr. Zhu's books will not be published in your house in the future?"
Zhu Wenhua smiled and said, "No, open the door."
Immediately a young servant stepped forward to open the door.
Zheng Changnian, the treasurer of Ru Yuge Bookstore, walked in in a hurry, with a complicated expression on his face, but he stopped wanting.
"What's wrong?" Zhu Wenhua said indifferently: "There is nothing to discuss about the daily limited sale. Only the rarer things are more precious in this world. The more you make them unable to buy them, the more they want to buy them. That's it. I don’t need to tell you the truth.”
"Of course, of course..." Zheng Changnian said.
Zhu Wenhua said: "How many books did your bookstore sell today? How long did it take?"
"It took less than an hour for two hundred and sixty copies, which is more than three times shorter than the time for the first book." Zheng Changnian said: "The entire Lanshan City has sold about 530 copies today."
"My God?" A scholar exclaimed: "This is still under the condition of limited sales. If you let it go and sell it, God knows how many copies it can sell. It's really terrifying."
Zhu Wenhua said reservedly: "Old Zheng, isn't this sales volume expected? Why did you come here to tell me?"
Zheng Changnian said: "But... there is still a book today, which has sold more than 3,000 copies."
More than three thousand copies? !
When he said this, Zheng Changnian's voice trembled.
As soon as these words came out, Zhu Wenhua suddenly stood up and said, "This is impossible!"
What a joke, how many literate people are there in Lanshan City
Except for the Four Books and Five Classics, the highest sales volume of books in the category of story books in Lanshan City did not exceed 800 copies.
More than three thousand copies
It is impossible for the sun to come out from the west.
Backflow of sea water is also impossible.
"Is someone speculating and selling themselves?" A scholar next to him asked.
This kind of situation also exists. Some children from rich families publish a book, and in order to create fame and popularity, they spend their own money to hire someone to buy it.
Zheng Changnian shook his head and said: "It's definitely not self-promotion. Every sales volume is real, and countless people come up to grab it. Not only literate people buy it, but even illiterate people buy it."
"What book?" Zhu Wenhua asked coldly.
Zheng Changnian put a book on the table.
Several scholars present were attracted by the cover almost at first glance.
"The Legend of Fengyue of Jin Ping Mei".
my God!
Just this cover, just this title, I want to buy it when I see it.
When Zhu Wenhua saw the cover of this book, his expression changed drastically.
"Shen Lang's ignorant book?"
"Yes." Zheng Changnian said.
Immediately, Zhu Wenhua's face turned green.
He had read Shen Lang's book, and with the idea that literati should be ignored, he flipped through it at a glance, and first put a halo of 50% depreciation on himself.
Even so, Zhu Wenhua still knew in his heart that the writing quality of Shen Lang's book was very high.
But so what
Nowadays, the main buyers of scripts are boudoir women. What they like to read are the love and hatred of wealthy families, and they are gifted scholars and beautiful ladies.
Shen Lang's book doesn't suit the tastes of these readers at all
How is it possible to sell so much
There must be fraud in this, Shen Lang must have spent money to hire a lot of bookmakers to sell books and create fake sales.
Zheng Changnian said: "Master Zhu, calm down and read this book with a normal mind."
Zhu Wenhua took a breath and started reading.
I still have the mentality of belittling fifty points in my heart.
Read the first page, the second page, the tenth page...the thirtyth page.
A whole hour.
Zhu Wenhua finished reading the first volume of "The Legend of Fengyue of Jin Ping Mei" relatively quickly.
He closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling.
When he opened his eyes again, Zhu Wenhua threw the book on the ground abruptly, and said coldly, "What kind of broken book? It's so vulgar, it just uses obscene words and illustrations to attract attention. It's really a dirty trick. "
Then, he picked up the book, opened a page at random, and picked out a certain erotic passage and read it out.
"What the hell? Using such unsightly words to stimulate people's most despicable and vulgar desires, the whole book has no literary value at all, and the level is so low that it makes people heinous."
"Forget it, the key is that the morality of the person who wrote the book is extremely corrupt. Writing such a book is not only insulting to the gentlemen, but also corrupts the atmosphere and tramples on human morality. This kind of person is simply to be punished."
And at this moment.
Suddenly, a scholar said: "Look, does the face of the man who was ridden on the cover of this book look familiar?"
"Yes, it looks familiar. And there are a few dots on his butt, what are those?"
"Yes... Shit!"
"This person's face is very familiar. I don't know where I saw it, but I just can't remember it."
Then, the eyes of several people present couldn't help looking at Zhu Wenhua.
It turns out... here.
Zhu Wenhua's face suddenly changed completely, he really didn't see it just now.
Because the name of the character in the book is Zhu Wenshan, he is a descendant of a down-and-out nobleman.
Zhu Wenhua felt that he was not down and out at all, and he was very beautiful, so he didn't think about that at all.
Moreover, he went to study with a completely critical eye, only caring about the bad things.
After being reminded at this time, he hurriedly read the contents and illustrations in the book.
Terrible!
Zhu Wenshan in this book really alludes to him.
Born in a noble family, because of the loss of the fief, the family declined.
I usually like to cheat some ignorant girls by playing with words and ink, not only cheating money, but also cheating myself.
In the end, in order to live a life of prosperity and wealth, he was taken care of by the officials of Ximen, and he sang in the back court every three days.
Moreover, Shen Lang also used a super disgusting word in the book.
Stir shit!
The high officials from Ximen came to see Zhu Wenshan to stir up shit again.
In an instant, Zhu Wenhua was about to explode!
Too much bullying, too much bullying!
This... this is going to destroy me!
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Note: Ladies and gentlemen, it's noon!