Hearing these words, Fan Ruoruo remembered that all the conversations between him and his brother had fallen into his younger brother's ears. He wondered if the little guy would bring any trouble to his brother if he told Liu Shi. The indifferent expression on Fan Ruoruo's face Everything turned into a faint worry, and he glanced at Fan Xian.
Fan Sizhe's eyes had changed from shock to admiration.
"What's wrong?" Fan Xian looked at him with a strange smile.
Finally, Fan Sizhe couldn't bear the seemingly infinitely tender but actually infinitely cold gaze, and said tremblingly, "I'm just surprised that you wrote this book."
Fan Xian was a little puzzled: "Have you read this book?"
In his impression, if people in the previous life knew how to watch Dream of Red Mansions when they were twelve years old and loved to watch Dream of Red Mansions, they would generally become Wenqing or hooligans who deceived female Wenqing when they grow up.
"No." Fan Sizhe shook his head quickly: "I've seen some, it's boring." After saying this, he seemed to feel that he had earned back a little bit of face, and raised his head higher.
"It's just that the gentleman read it and said..." He thought for a while, but still told the truth, "The gentleman was very impressed, saying that the author's poems are amazing, and his chest and abdomen are full."
These were two very high comments. Fan Xian didn't blush, but smiled and said, "So you admire me?"
"I admire sir." Fan Sizhe thought for a while, "And sir, I really like reading your books."
Suddenly there was a greedy look in his eyes, and he said enviously: "Although I don't read it, I know that this manuscript is sold in volumes on the market, and each volume can be sold for eight taels of silver."
He nodded, and then looked at Fan Xian with the feeling of staring at an idol: "You can make so much money by just writing a few words, it's amazing... I seem to understand why my sister admires you so much."
"I didn't make this money." Fan Xian corrected casually, but he felt strange that the other party's perception of him had improved, not because of his full of poems and books, but because of the money he wrote. . After thinking about it, he realized that his father, Si Nanbo, was the personal financial steward of His Majesty the Qing Emperor. It was genetic. No wonder this little guy seemed to be born with a fanatical love for money.
Fan Sizhe rubbed his hands, and said frantically, "But only you can write. If you are willing to earn this money in the future, I can become a shareholder."
Fan Xian sighed, and found that the younger brother in front of him was actually quite naive, but it was a pity that he had a conflict of interest with him. Although he didn't necessarily have any thoughts about the Fan family's family business, Liu's thoughts were not. It's already ingrained.
Suddenly, his heart moved, and he decided to try something. After all, they are brothers connected by blood. It is best to avoid some tragic endings.
"You haven't explained why you followed me. Don't you have to go to school today?" Fan Xian had made up his mind, so he was interested in chatting with this half-brother.
Although Fan Sizhe is young, he is not an idiot. He knew that the little meaning he revealed just now made the other party more happy, so he put on a cute smile and replied tremblingly: "Because... Mom said... my brother is capable, so let me play with him more. It’s always good to be educated.”
Fan Xian sighed inwardly. No one in the world could use the trick of pretending to be cute better than himself. To actually play it in front of him is really Fan's pretending to be ashamed, and the Analects of Confucius.
He knew in his heart that it must be Liu's idea that Fan Sizhe followed him. But there should be no need for the other party to show kindness to him. Even if he realized that his father did not treat himself as a mere exploit, there was no reason to be so reckless.
When the food came, Fan Xian moved his chopsticks like the wind, sweeping across the plates, the tip of the chopsticks picked up some of each plate and put it into his mouth with incomparable precision, he didn't care about the stunned expressions of his sister and brother beside him.
After licking his lips and savoring it for a while, Fan Xian nodded: "The food in Kyoto is really good."
Fan Ruoruo was very delicate, she would stop eating after eating whatever she wanted, and read the book "Dream of Red Mansions" seriously with her half-turned body. Fan Xian and Fan Sizhe were the only ones eating at the banquet. The more Fan Sizhe ate, the more depressed he became.
The more Fan Ruoruo looked at it, the more furrowed her brows became, and she realized that there was not much difference between this bookseller's Dream of the Red Chamber and the one in her own room, except that the passage of "Duo Girl" was intentionally copied out on the front of the title page, fearing that it would make Jingdu read it. People who read the book think that Dream of the Red Chamber is a book full of obscenity.
Seeing her expression, Fan Xian knew what she was angry with. He put his chopsticks on the side of the fish plate with a slight smile, and said, "This is just a marketing tactic. What's there to be angry about?" up.
Fan Ruoruo vaguely guessed what the marketing means meant, while Fan Sizhe was confused.
"For example, before buying a book, people will definitely look through what it is about, so things like the preface, preface, postscript, wedge, etc. must be clear and clear. It is not necessarily required to clearly explain the content of the whole book, but It must be of interest to others."
Fan Xian took a sip of tea and continued, "Sister, you are angry because this unscrupulous bookseller put the part with many girls at the top, and this part obviously does not explain the overall style of the story, but it is easy for ordinary people There is a misunderstanding, thinking that this story is a romantic story, right?"
Fan Ruoruo opened her eyes and nodded, thinking to herself that she should be angry if such delicious words are sold as such filthy things
"But booksellers must do this." Seeing his sister's serious expression, Fan Xian couldn't help laughing, "If I were to do it, I would do it worse than what they did. This volume is ten chapters , then you should write ten chapters and print them on the title page, and write a few lines of the most attractive words under each chapter, so that the spectators can't scratch their hearts, so they have to buy the book home and read it carefully."
"Like what?"
"For example, like many girls."
"Then how do you write it this time?" Fan Ruoruo already understood what his brother meant, and pointed to a place on the book with a smile. It's a matter before the burial of flowers, and I can't find any words that make people blush and heart-warming.
Fan Xian giggled and said, "Since there is the word 'erotic song', of course it's easy to write, if it's me, I'll use the part in it... Most of those people in the garden are girls, sitting and lying in the chaotic world, when they are innocent and innocent." Not avoiding, laughing and inadvertently, I don't know what Baoyu is thinking at this time. Baoyu is uncomfortable in his heart, so he is lazy in the garden, only fooling around outside, but foolishly...seeing the falling red formation."
"Then put all the words in red, such as not avoiding sitting and lying, laughing carelessly, fooling around, fooling around, and falling red."
Fan Ruoruo lowered her head and thought about it, and found that it was true. They were casual words, but such a combination, coupled with the word "Yanqu" on the back, inevitably gave people some room for imagination.
Her face was slightly red, and she whispered: "It turns out that my brother often does such indecent things."
Fan Sizhe was dumbfounded, and he gave a thumbs up and said, "Brother, you are really talented."
With a puff, Fan Xian sprayed all the tea out of his mouth.
At this moment, an extremely haughty voice came from the outer compartment: "Where did this foolish person, full of lust and evil, dare to call himself talented?"