Moonlight, moonlight, shines on the porch.
Fan Ruoruo said with pity: "My future sister-in-law, I heard that she suffers from... tuberculosis and often coughs up blood, so she has been abstaining from eating fat and meat. Since the girl you mentioned ate chicken legs." She thought about what her brother said earlier. She couldn't help laughing at the scene, "Of course it can't be Miss Lin's, not to mention that Miss Lin's appearance is said to be only delicate, and definitely not as beautiful as what my brother described."
Fan Xian thought for a second that it was so, he sighed, and put the matter aside, but he would not give up the idea of looking for that girl, but another image appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.
"Consumption?" He knew that tuberculosis was an incurable disease in this world. Although he had studied with Fei Jie for a year, he hadn't stopped practicing in all aspects in the future, but since the other party was the eldest princess's daughter, there must be someone to help him. What can I do for a disease that even the imperial doctor can't cure
Fei Jie's absence is really a big problem.
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The next day, when Fan Xian got up, he found that his father, sister and Liu Shi were not there. He ate some porridge and side dishes under the service of his servants, and was ready to go out. He planned to go to Qing Temple to try his luck and see if he could meet that girl again.
When he was about to go out, Fan Sizhe ran over, pulled him by the sleeve, dragged him into the study, and handed him some papers seriously. Fan Xian glanced at him curiously, and found that his younger brother's eyes were bloodshot. He seemed to have stayed up late last night, and asked, "You don't sleep at night, will Second Aunt see you again?"
Fan Sizhe chuckled a few times: "I learned from you, keep it secret."
Fan Xian laughed, rubbed the pieces of paper away with his fingers, propped his jaw and looked at it. On it was the "plan" that Fan Sizhe made last night—although Fan Xian was not a successful businessman in his previous life, he had never eaten pork. I've seen pigs run all the time. The commercial atmosphere in his previous life was completely different from that of today's Qing Kingdom. In addition, he had a special job in the past, so he still had some confidence.
His brows gradually frowned, and he asked: "You have a good idea, but I'm not familiar with Beijing, so it's up to you to decide whether the location of the bookstore is good or not. But there is a problem, although only our family has the source of manuscripts, After you print it out, how can you guarantee that other booksellers will not steal it?"
Fan Sizhe said frantically, "The house is very quiet now, and the servants have nothing to do. You can let them hang out on the street, and if they see a pirated copy, they will smash it."
Fan Xian was dumbfounded, thinking that you only know how to smash and rob? It was completely inconsistent with his expectations, and he shook his head with a wry smile: "Don't look at the inconspicuousness of the bookseller, but the profit is not small. Who knows if there is any background behind the other family."
"What are you afraid of? This manuscript belongs to our family, so why should he steal it?" Fan Sizhe shouted.
Fan Xian reminded him: "There is no clause in the Qing Law to protect the manuscript from being printed... Besides, this book has not passed the review of the eight departments. If you go to court, I am afraid that you will pay the money first."
Fan Sizhe chuckled and said, "I'm not afraid of that. If we really want to open a bookstore, let our father write a letter, and the Eighth Office will not lose face."
Fan Xian was right when he thought about it. His seemingly ordinary father had a much deeper relationship with the Overwatch Council than most people knew. Smashing and looting to eliminate competitors, the so-called beating people can't face, you drive those middle-aged women in the streets and alleys of Kyoto, and seal other people's shops, this is a shameless approach. For money, the backstage on both sides fight together, everyone Not worth it."
"What are you afraid of?" Fan Sizhe rolled his eyes at him, seeming to think that this elder brother is a bit benevolent, "If you feel that you don't have a reputation, you can find a way to set rules and follow them in the future. If other booksellers dare to Pirate printing, just let the government come forward."
Fan Xian laughed loudly: "Rules? Could it be that the laws of the imperial court are such a joke that they changed the laws just because the Fan family wanted to publish a book."
Fan Sizhe shook his head and said, "How to change the law? Of course, it is the following way. It is very simple to change the garrison regulations of the capital. The murderous woman of Ye Zhong's family has a good relationship with Princess Roujia. I beg my sister to let Jingjun Palace and Ye If the government says no, it will be done."
Fan Xian became interested and asked, "Can the Kyoto Garrison Regulations control the sale of books?"
Fan Sizhe was startled, and after thinking for a while, he said: "It seems that there is a clause in it to control refugees and merchants, which can just be used."
Fan Xian was extremely impressed, thinking that the little guy in front of him really had the potential to be a profiteer, collusion between officials and businessmen, such a ruthless trick as the Urban Management Brigade could have been imagined out of thin air, but he knew that there is always a gap between ideals and reality, and asked: "Have you calculated the profit?"
"One volume of ten chapters, each volume is eight taels of silver. Right now there are sixty-eight chapters in total. There are a total of 640,000 people in Kyoto, and a volume of one thousand people can sell more than 600 sets. If you calculate carefully, you can sell Three thousand five thousand eight hundred and forty taels of silver." Fan Sizhe said with relish, he had already calculated these items clearly, "The rent in Luodong Road is more expensive, plus the cost of proofreading, all the printing of books is left to Wanjuantang can do it, so you can worry less."
"Wan Juan Tang?" Fan Xian asked curiously.
"The most famous private engraving and printing workshop in Kyoto." Fan Sizhe smiled sinisterly: "His family has a great business, but there is no reliable person behind him. Afraid of more."
Fan Xian was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.
"After careful calculation, at least a few thousand taels of silver will be credited to the account within the year. If it really makes other booksellers rest, this amount will go up."
Fan Xian sighed and said, "You are too optimistic. If you want to be a successful businessman, you must plan ahead. Let's talk about the amount you estimated. Although the people in Kyoto are rich, each set costs more than fifty taels of silver. How can there be such a thing?" There are many people who can afford this price."
Fan Sizhe was shocked, and looked at Fan Xian like a monster, and said, "Don't you know what the market for the book you wrote is now?"
Fan Xian's eyes widened, thinking that the Dream of the Red Chamber gradually became popular in the Qianlong period of the previous life, and it was said in miscellaneous news that it sold hundreds of taels of silver, but it was a handwritten copy, and it was not circulated much. Can it be so expensive
Fan Sizhe sighed and said: "A few days ago, I heard that because of reading this book written by my brother, the lady of the Cheng's family in the capital city burned the manuscript by the wife of the Fucheng. He cried out in pain: "How can I burn my Baoyu, and I have been ill for a long time... Brother, this capital is no different than other places. There are as many officials as lackeys. How many of these ladies are doing nothing all day long? Selling hundreds or thousands of sets is a little problem." None."
Fan Xian was dumbfounded, wondering if he should offer some snacks to comfort that poor Fucheng lady