my scientific age

Chapter 43 I'm the Outlaw Maniac Zhang San
Also, with the signboard of Huangchenggen, the workshop is opened in the north of the city.

Forget it, too lazy to pursue these trivial matters.

"Dong... dong dong!" Going forward, Yu Hua stood in front of the main entrance of the bookstore, locked the door with his right hand, first tapped the door lock lightly, paused, and then tapped twice in a row.
During the period of the Republic of China, etiquette and rules were especially important. Knocking on the door was also very particular. You must knock first, and the force should not be too heavy. No one else can hear it.

After tapping, pause for one second, and then tap twice in a row.

If you keep knocking again and again, you are smashing the door of someone else's house. Except for the blue-skinned soldiers and bandits, no one would knock on the door in this way, because this is to make revenge.

Three crisp knocks with different rhythms came out, and the busy workers and foreman in the bookstore raised their heads one after another, a little curious, and then they were busy again.

The middle-aged steward in the courtyard center turned around and saw Yu Hua, who was a student at the entrance. His appearance was unfamiliar, and he couldn't help but feel doubts and started to walk over.

The middle-aged steward had the temperament of a steward in the late Qing Dynasty. Standing at the door, he bowed to Yu Hua and asked, "This classmate, what are you doing?"

"Hello steward, the students are here to print a book." Yu Hua bowed in return, without beating around the bush, directly revealing the purpose of his visit.

"Printed books? This classmate, please come in quickly and talk about it in detail."

Hearing what Yu Hua said, the middle-aged butler was stunned for a moment, with a look of surprise on his face, his words showed a hint of enthusiasm, and he quickly invited Yu Hua to come in.

Business is coming!

Unexpectedly, business came.

"Uh... ok." Yu Hua was a little unpredictable about the suddenly enthusiastic and positive attitude of the middle-aged butler. He followed behind the middle-aged butler and entered the Huangchenggen Bookstore.

As you step into the bookstore, a faint smell of ink spreads into your nostrils, and the air is filled with a strong smell of ink. In the main room directly opposite the yard, you can see stacks of neatly laid white papers. There was the sound of the machine running, and there were five or six wooden tables in the yard, all of which were small books.

A worker reported a stack of books from the east wing and put them in the yard. Two workers were counting and checking the books that had just been printed. After checking, they confirmed that they were correct and put them on another table.
Another worker will move all the books that have been counted into the west wing, and the whole process is orderly.

The middle-aged butler and Yu Hua turned left and came to the reverse seat. This place has been converted into an office-type room similar to the customer reception room. The area is about ten square meters. The furnishings are basically the same as the living room. There was a stove with briquettes burning in it.

Entering the house, a warm feeling hits.

"I haven't asked my classmates for their surnames and names." The middle-aged steward invited Yu Hua to his seat, took out a set of porcelain tea sets, brewed two cups of hot tea, and asked with a smile on his face.

There was a hint of expectation in the words.

"Thank you."

Yu Hua could clearly feel the diligence of the steward. He took the hot tea, thanked him softly, and put on a vest without hesitation: "The student's surname is Zhang. ?"

The extrajudicial madman Zhang San, this is a legend that has been passed down in station B in later generations. I only see his name, but not his person.

Yu Hua likes this vest very much. After all, in terms of the number of crimes, Zhang San has committed crimes that can be shot thousands of times. It is the most suitable for contacting Huangchenggen Bookstore, which is essentially pirated.

I am Zhang San, an extrajudicial fanatic. Who am I afraid of?

Zhang San?

When the steward heard about it, he was stunned for a moment, his face full of helplessness, and he immediately knew that the polite and disciplined young student in front of him didn't want to reveal his real name. No one is named Zhang San these days.

The steward smiled slightly, and didn't mind Yu Hua's move to hide his real name. In these days, multiple names can add an additional amulet: "I'm in the same family as Zhang San, so I don't need your surname Zhang, and I have a rich character in my single name. I don't know Zhang San. What kind of books do you want to print, can you take a look at the books?"

"This is the manuscript, Mr. Zhang, please take a look first." Yu Hua put down his schoolbag, took out the official version of the two-finger-thick math problem set, and put it on the tea table, then took a sip of the steaming teacup.

The taste is bitter, and after swallowing, there is a gust of sweetness.

Delicious.

tastes good.

Well, as an out-and-out bun, Yu Hua doesn't know the advanced skills of tea tasting. He can't taste what kind of tea it is, and he can't taste any taste. In future generations, the favorite tea is milk tea, and the favorite milk tea is honey. Snow Ice City.

As for why you like to go?
Because it is cheap.

"Ok."

Manager Zhang Fu was a little careful to pick up the official version of the set of incorrect math problems. These days, when printing things, you must read the content of the manuscript. If you print something that should not be printed, articles such as violations of the He Mei Agreement and the Friendship Order will be circulated to If you go to the market, the Huangchenggen Bookstore will be finished.

Turning the first page, the steward Zhang Fu was stunned for a moment. He was a little stunned. He stared, and when he took a closer look, he felt dazzled.

confused,

confused,
helpless.

What is the thing written on this manuscript?

From the manager Zhang Fu's point of view, Yu Hua's math problems written in simplified Chinese characters are indistinguishable from herringbone scriptures, and none of the mathematical symbols and formulas are incomprehensible.

With an average level of education, he actually felt a kind of crushing from his IQ, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He didn't expect Yu Hua to print this thing.

"This is... a math problem plan?" After reading the entire manuscript, it was full of math problems one after another. The manager Zhang Fu put down the manuscript with sore eyes. The stone hanging in his heart fell to the ground, his eyes turned to Yu Hua, and he carefully considered some vocabulary. said uncertainly.

Yu Hua put down the teacup and asked in confusion, "It's a set of math problems, Manager Zhang, is there a problem?"

"No, how many math problem sets does Zhang want to print?" Zhang Fu, the steward, shook his head, as long as he didn't print those reactionary articles that violated government regulations, he didn't care about the contents of this math problem book.

The article review has been passed, and now, what Zhang Fu is most looking forward to is here.

This student Zhang San, how many copies do you want to print?

Yu Hua smiled slightly and reported the number of prints and related requirements: "Ten copies, 16 k, black, dare I ask what the price is?"

"Ten copies? Classmate Zhang, the quantity you want to print is too small." Upon hearing the quantity reported by Yu Hua, Zhang Fu, who was full of joy, was stunned. , Some doubt whether I heard it wrong, after so long, only ten copies of the co-authorship were printed.

There was an obvious disappointment on his face.

Ten books are not enough to even plug the gaps between the teeth.

Zhang Fu thought that Yu Hua was looking for a big business, but it turned out that it was just a small business.

Yu Hua asked back, "How much does Mr. Zhang think it is appropriate to print?"

(End of this chapter)