In the front hall, three men were greeting each other.

Chen Sanli, the shopkeeper of Juwentang, said with a smile: "Ma Zhangkeeper, every exam collection is printed by me by Juwentang. Of course, this dictionary will not be left behind."

Manager Ma said with a frown: "Shopkeeper Chen is very strong and has not been able to make a living. He is just here to be familiar with him. Maybe he will have some friendship with Xing and Bo in the future."

Qian Qiang, the boss of another book hall, said with a smile: "You two are famous booksellers in Jinling City. They are beyond the reach of the world. They just want to meet Xing and Bota, and they can brag about them with their wives and children when they go home."

Chen Sanli said proudly: "I have some friendship with the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of War. If they cannot print it, they will most likely find Juwentang to help..."

Chen Sanli, who was just talking, saw that the other two stood up and looked outside, and hurriedly turned around and looked.

"I've met Mr. Bo."

"Please sit."

Fang Xing sat in the main seat and said expressionlessly: "Yesterday, Fang Shiyi said that you said that there were not enough craftsmen and could not take over my business. Why are you here again today?"

The atmosphere became awkward in an instant.

Since Fang Xing came forward in person, he intended to hand over the business to one of the three of them, but he said it without hesitation to tear open the fig leaf on the faces of the three of them.

This is not a cooperative attitude!

The three of them were inevitably embarrassed. Chen Sanli coughed dryly and said, "I drank too much yesterday. I remembered the number of craftsmen wrongly. I also asked my uncle to atone for his sins."

Fang Xing nodded, glanced at the other two and said, "This time I decided to use movable type, and try to choose cheap paper. Are you willing to go ahead?"

type?

Tsk tsk!

You are Xinghe Bo! You actually choose movable type, which is too embarrassing!

Printing books is a sacred thing. Anyone who can choose stereotypes will not choose movable type.

The reason is also very simple: the things printed in movable type look dull and boring, they are just words, without any beauty.

Chen Sanli squeezed out a smile and said, "Brother, there are only three booksellers in Jinling City, the largest. I wonder how many dictionaries Boye is going to print?"

"Fifty thousand copies are in advance, and the subsequent results are subject to the situation."

Fang Xing is still confident about this dictionary. The first is that he tried his best to compress various costs and used movable type and the cheapest paper.

The second is that he compressed the extra explanation of the three thousand words, especially those that are useless to ordinary people were deleted, adding Fang Xue's interpretation, but the length of the article was still reduced.

The third is the hot air balloons coming to the sky and bringing lightning into the ground. Among these two things, the first one has spread all over the country, and the second thing is believed to be spread soon.

With these three advantages, Fang Xing believes that this Fang Xue dictionary will definitely be able to market the Ming Dynasty.

"Fifty thousand copies!"

50,000 copies are indeed a large amount of printing, but the cost is too low.

Like all business models, the gross profit margin of high-end goods is always astonishingly high, while low-end goods can only make small profits and quick turnover.

Chen Sanli thought for a while: "My uncle, if you have 50,000 copies, there is no other company in Jinling City that can take on this business alone..."

This sentence is filled with confidence and a faint sense of superiority, which implies Fang Xing: You have no other way except to cooperate with me, Chen Sanli, so let’s talk about the conditions.

"Where are you two?"

Fang Xing ignored Chen Sanli and asked Ma Zhangui and Qian Qiang.

Ma Zhangui and Qian Qiang looked at each other and said nervously: "Brother, I really can't take on this business alone."

Fang Xing's business is large, but the profit will most likely be compressed to a very low level.

After taking on this business, most of the time and energy are spent on it, while other lucrative businesses are difficult to take on.

Not cost-effective!

Seeing the three of them hesitating, Fang Xing picked up the teacup and took a sip. When he was about to drive the person out, Xiaodao came in and said, "Master, Lord Shang of the Ministry of War is here."

Shang Yun? What is he here to do?

"Please come in."

Shang Yun still had a smile on his face, and as soon as he came in, he bowed and said, "Brother Xinghe, the lower official is ordered to come."

Chen Sanli and others quickly stood up and stood beside him. If Fang Xing was polite to meet them, then after Shang Yun arrived, a grand relative and an official would no longer have their seats here.

"Xinghe Bo, Lord Shangshu ordered the officials to come and want to give the Fangxue dictionary to the next one, which will be printed by our Ministry of War."

Shang Yun glanced at Chen Sanli and others and said with a smile.

Fang Xing's heart moved. The two of them had never contacted each other since he treated Jin Zhong. He thought that everyone would be like this in the future, but he didn't expect that Jin Zhong knew his predicament with a clear understanding and helped him directly.

Ma Zhangui and Qian Qiang were stunned when they heard the news.

If the Ministry of War intervened in this matter, their hesitation just now seemed ridiculous.

Only Chen Sanli, who knew the situation in the printing industry in Jinling, knew that the Ministry of War would definitely not finish it.

In Jinling City, the strongest one is the Lijian, and the Ministry of Rites below is the Ministry of Rites. Does the Ministry of War dare to receive 50,000 copies of the business if it prints that pitiful thing in a year?

Fang Xing smiled and said, "Is Lord Jin's health okay?"

"Okay, the adult body is getting stronger and stronger, and it is better to go up the steps than to lower the officials."

Shang Yun said with a smile: "Xinghe Bo, Lord, said that the Ministry of War is not enough, but he is confident that he can seconded some people from the Ministry of Revenue to ensure that the printing of the dictionary will not be delayed."

Fang Xing nodded and said, "Thank you, Lord Jin, Gao Yi, this matter is feasible."

Chen Sanli was stunned when he heard this. You are actually working in a departmental alliance!

Although the profit of this business is low, it is eye-catching. Once taken over, the advertising effect will be much more powerful than the printing of the text and text.

Chen Sanli gritted his teeth and said, "Brother, I am willing to take on this business without making money."

"Who is this person? Ignorance!"

Shang Yun frowned and asked Huang Zhong.

This is asking knowingly! Huang Zhong smiled and said, "This person is the shopkeeper of Juwentang. He refused to print the dictionary yesterday, but today he is willing to accept it without making money, which makes me a little confused."

Shang Yun's smile disappeared, and he said coldly: "Xing and Bo are both civil and military. What should you blame for your hard work for him if you dare to slack off on his affairs!"

To be honest, it was a bit inappropriate for Shang Yun to come forward to vent his anger for Fang Xing, and even a little bit too much.

But Fang Xing just looked outside expressionlessly, thinking about Shang Yun’s intention.

Shang Yun has had many dealings with Fang Xing. In the past, he used to be sloppy, not close, but not alienated.

Such old fry suddenly changed their attitude and style, and they must have had a small plan.

"The little one is guilty..."

Chen Sanli regretted his intestines. He wanted to take advantage of Juwentang's largest advantage and gain the upper hand in the later bargaining process, but unexpectedly, the old man from the Ministry of War suddenly made a move.

Jin Zhong, Jin Zhong! Why didn’t you die of illness last time?

After Shang Yun turned around, his smiling face came back naturally and seamlessly. Huang Zhong was used to this kind of face-changing skill in Suzhou Prefecture before, but Fang Xing felt that Shang Yun's acting skills were too superb and could not match any old actor.

"Xinghe Bo, the lower official was filled with righteous indignation and took the initiative to atone for his sins."

Fang Xing looked at the smiling face and said without objection: "Bolu, send these three people back."

"Brother, I'm willing to... I can take it off even if I lose money!"

Chen Sanli shouted in pain when he thought of the disadvantages of losing this business.

Huang Zhong said coldly: "Don't disturb my uncle's affairs, please."

Xiaodao snorted outside, and Chen Sanli and others left the front hall with regret.
Chapter completed!