Chapter 2749 500,000

On the second and third days, apart from providing training to the teachers, Fengyun basically spent all the time he could on revising the manuscript.

His efforts also received quite good results, and he finalized "Teaching You to Play Go".

"Feng Zhu, go and call all the bookstore owners."

Feng Yun read the manuscript once and then gave instructions to Feng Zhu.

"OK."

Feng Zhu didn't hesitate, nodded, and walked quickly outside.

Although he has not yet understood why Feng Yun is so interested in teaching people to play Go, it does not prevent him from realizing that he should take the relevant matters he explained seriously.

It didn't take long for all the bookstore owners to arrive. Some of them could still faintly see traces of sweat on their foreheads. It was obvious that they rushed over as soon as possible after receiving Feng Zhu's notification.

Feng Yun asked them to sit down first, and then asked Feng Hong to serve them tea, but no one went to drink tea, or even glanced at the tea cup.

As soon as Feng Hong left the table, someone among them couldn't help but ask: "Little leader, why are you here in such a hurry to find us? Please tell me."

"It's no big deal, I just want you to help me print a book."

As Feng Yun said this, he picked up the manuscript that he had prepared and handed it to them.

I don't know if it was because of the lessons learned from the last time they accepted the manuscript of "Dang Kou Zhuan". This time they didn't grab it together. Although they were more curious this time, after all, Feng Yun didn't act so urgently last time.

The final manuscript was taken over by the hands of a bald middle-aged man.

It is the largest of all the bookstores in Xinlong City. The various literary works it publishes account for about 40% of the total, making it the indisputable leader.

He did not open the manuscript immediately, but first took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands carefully, and then carefully opened the cover.

At this time, his expression became focused, and other bookshop owners also showed expectant looks.

They all stood behind the bald middle-aged man, obviously preparing to read the contents of the manuscript with him.

They were all looking forward to it very much. The eagerness and attention shown by Fengyun made them have high expectations for the content of the manuscript.

But as time passed, their expressions began to change. First they were surprised, then confused, and finally the expressions on their faces were fixed on disappointment.

The bald middle-aged man read about a quarter of the manuscript, and then started to flip through it quickly, quickly browsing the content behind it.

After turning to the last page, he gently closed the manuscript, raised his head, and looked at Feng Yun with a hesitant expression.

"You have something to do, but it doesn't matter."

Feng Yun saw his hesitation and encouraged him.

"Little chief, it's like this. I've read your manuscript."

The bald middle-aged man mustered up his courage and said: "With all due respect, once the printing is published, it is very likely that the cost will not be recovered. Little leader, you should understand that we are not a big business. If..."

"I understand. Aren't you just worried about losing money?"

Feng Yun didn't wait for the bald middle-aged man to finish his words before interrupting him. Then he waved his hand and said proudly: "You can print, any losses will be mine. In addition, I will give you some appropriate supplements. If If you sell well, I won’t take any profit from you, it will all belong to you.”

"Little chief, how many do you want to print? Just ask, we will make arrangements immediately."

After hearing what Feng Yun said, the bald middle-aged man's attitude immediately changed, and other bookstore owners also expressed that they would go all out.

Feng Yun was not surprised at all about their change of attitude.

After all, these bookstore owners are businessmen, and businessmen seek profit. The promise he made to them is that they will make no loss at all. Naturally, they are willing to do this kind of business.

They usually print various so-called literary works,

Although they will also review and select, not all submissions will be published, and they will only select those they think will have an audience, but there is still no guarantee that every copy will make money.

Fengyun looked at the bookstore owners who were eager to publish the manuscript immediately, and said in a deep voice: "I have a request for you. I hope you can complete it."

"What's the request? Little leader, please tell me."

The middle-aged man above his head did not show any surprise.

Since Fengyun has given such generous conditions, it is completely normal for him to make some demands. He has already been mentally prepared.

He has decided that as long as the conditions proposed by Fengyun are not too difficult, he will not bargain with Fengyun and agree to it. After all, Fengyun has shown enough sincerity to them, and they cannot be too flattering.

But even so, before Fengyun said the specific conditions, he still felt a little uneasy in his heart.

"Don't worry, my conditions are very simple."

Fengyun could see through his thoughts at a glance and comforted him: "I just want you to publish the manuscript as soon as possible."

"We must do it as soon as possible. After we return, we will allocate as many people as possible to complete the printing of this manuscript as a priority."

After hearing Fengyun's conditions, the bookstore owners secretly breathed a sigh of relief and made promises to him one after another. In order to show that they would be consistent in their words and deeds, as soon as they finished speaking, they all stood up and said goodbye to him. .

"Wait a minute. Don't leave yet."

Fengyun stopped them all.

"Little chief, is there anything else you can do?"

"Do you know how many copies I will print this time?"

"Little chief, I'm sorry. We have forgotten about this. Please tell us the specific number of copies."

Led by the middle-aged person above them, everyone immediately apologized to Feng Yun.

Feng Yun looked at them, a mischievous light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he said word by word: "I want you to print half a million copies."

"Little chief, you...how many do you want to print?"

The bald middle-aged man was stunned for a while before he stuttered and asked.

"That's the amount you hear."

Fengyun did not reiterate the number of copies he wanted to publish.

He knew that he actually heard it clearly, and he would ask him, but it was just because the number he reported was so large that it made him a little unbelievable.

"Little chief, isn't half a million copies too much?"

As expected, the balding middle-aged man heard the publication figures from Fengyun Bao.

"It's not your concern. You just print it."

"Yes, yes, yes. I shouldn't ask more. Let's go back and mobilize people to prepare."

The bald middle-aged man was obviously very good at observing words and emotions. He was keenly aware that Feng Yun was already a little unhappy and immediately chose to leave. He also secretly stopped other bookshop owners from asking questions to Feng Yun. The group quickly disappeared at the door.

Fengyun didn't look back until they all disappeared, then turned to look at Feng Zhu and said: "You should follow up on this matter and confirm that they have really allocated as many people as possible to print the manuscript. ”

"yes."

Feng Zhu responded and immediately walked towards the door.

After Feng Yun watched Feng Zhu leave, he picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp.

Feng Hong immediately came over to give him some tea. After filling the tea cup, she did not leave, but asked directly

"Yun, isn't printing half a million copies too much? The entire Golden Dragon Tribe only has a little over one million people. This means two people can get one book."

"Although everyone is keen on literacy, there are still many people who can only recognize a few characters and cannot read books at all. After deducting this group of people, the total number of people in the tribe who can read is probably less than fifty. Ten thousand."

At this point, she stopped talking and did not continue, but the meaning was already very clear. If he insisted on printing so many copies, a considerable part of them would be wasted.

"More is okay."

Feng Yun didn't seem to care at all.

"As long as you like it."

Seeing Feng Yun's attitude, Feng Hong stopped trying to persuade him.

Anyway, even if he loses money, it will only be paid by Fengyun and has nothing to do with her. In addition, with the wealth he currently has, even if none of the 500,000 books is sold in the end, he can fully afford it, and it will not put any pressure on him.

Feng Yun drank the tea in the cup again, but stopped Feng Hong from pouring it for him again. He stood up and walked towards the door.

"Yun, where are you going?"

Feng Hong asked while placing the teapot on the table.

"I'm going to go to the weapon refining workshop and start arranging the refining of the chess pieces."

In order to keep the chess pieces for a longer period of time, Fengyun planned to make them by refining weapons.

You must know that the people who play chess in the future will all be totem warriors, and many of them are of high levels. Ordinary chess pieces will be crushed by them if they get excited.

"Yun, is Go really as good as you have?"

Feng Hong couldn't help but ask.

Fengyun was planning to promote Go to the entire tribe, and she knew it.

Feng Yun did not hide this matter from her, but she was focused on improving her cooking skills and researching new dishes, and did not pay attention to it until Feng Yun interviewed the bookstore owners and reported to her. They proposed a print run that she thought was unbelievable, and she realized just how serious he was about promoting Go.

"Go is indeed quite good. Not only can it improve the speed of the brain, but it can also calm the mind and sharpen one's temperament. These are all helpful in improving one's character."

As Feng Yun answered, he kept walking towards the door. By the time he finished speaking the last word, the person had disappeared from the door.

"It seems that it is necessary to study Go."

Feng Hong showed a thoughtful expression, but her attention shifted to her cooking skills: "Forget it, let's talk about it later. Now it's better to study Xincai and give Yun a surprise." She walked towards the kitchen past.

Fengyun quickly came to the weapon refining workshop and found that there were many people inside. Some were refining weapons, some were refining materials, and some were drawing drawings. They were obviously designing props.

In addition, there are many people who are not from the weapon refining workshop. Most of them come to buy props, and those with relatively rich families come to seek customization.

When people saw him coming, they greeted him one after another, and he responded.

When he came to the depths of the weapon refining workshop, there was a courtyard dedicated to him, including a refining room, a design room, a showroom, a storage room, and a lounge.

The door was unlocked, so Feng Yun opened the courtyard door directly and walked in. He saw Gong Lu Chui in the courtyard.

He was sitting next to a stone table placed in the yard, holding a charcoal pencil in his hand, writing and drawing on a large white paper.

The picture on the white paper was very messy. With Feng Yun's eyesight, he couldn't even tell what he was drawing.

He wasn't surprised.

He could tell that Gonglu Hammer was probably brewing. It was very likely that he had not thought of a specific plan himself, so naturally it was impossible to give a clear composition.

When Gong Luchui saw Fengyun coming, he didn't say anything. He just looked up at him, nodded, and focused on the drawing.

Feng Yun walked to the table, sat on it, reached out and pulled out the drawings, and put them aside.

"Yun, what do you want to do?"

Gong Lu Chui showed an unhappy expression and said: "You gave me the key to this courtyard. You said that when you are not here, I can come in and use it as I like. I have not entered the room now, I am just borrowing your courtyard. Make some drawings on the table in the middle, why aren't you happy? If you really don't want to see me enter this yard, you can just..."

It was obvious that he had misunderstood Feng Yun.

Feng Yun interrupted him before he could finish his words: "Hai Zi, you misunderstood. It's not that I don't like you coming into my yard. You can come if you want. I have something to ask you for help this time."

"So this is ah."

The anger on Gong Lu Chui's face immediately disappeared, a smile appeared, and he said: "Tell me. What is it? I will do my best to help if I can."

Fengyun said straight to the point: "I'm going to let you help me refine a batch of chess pieces."

"Chess pieces? What chess pieces? Do you have any special requirements?"

"It's a Go piece. There are no requirements, as long as it's strong enough."

"What is Go? Tell me quickly."

Gong Lu Chui immediately became interested.

"Go is a game similar to backgammon, but it..."

Fengyun explained to Gonglu Hammer.

During this process, in order to facilitate his understanding, he took out a piece of Go he had saved from the Qiankun bag, showed it to him, and briefly demonstrated how to play it.

"Yun, are you saying that this little game of Go can improve your character?"

Gong Lu Chui looked at the chessboard with an incredible expression.

Although he did not fully participate in the training held by Fengyun during this period because of something else, he still had a very clear concept of xinxing cultivation, and Fengyun almost blew it to the sky.

Although he was not 100% convinced of the efficacy of Xinxing cultivation, mainly because he thought it was too magical, he still took it seriously and decided to try it when he had time, just in case it was really as magical as Feng Yun said. Well, wouldn’t he have suffered a big loss?