Jia Yujing of Red Mansion

Chapter 14 Advertising Methods
After hearing that both of them spoke highly of the divine eagle, Jia Qiong let go of her last worry.

It seems that the ancients were also acceptable to modern martial arts novels.

Wang Hun said: "My friend, this book has a lot of words. A skilled engraver can only carve about 200 words a day, and an apprentice can only carve about a hundred words.

Wenhuazhai only has more than 30 skilled workers and more than 60 apprentices in Beijing.

Even if everyone came to engrave this book, I'm afraid it would take three months to complete.

You can get the remaining manuscripts as soon as possible. I have to order people to work quickly. "

Jia Qiong said: "Senior, I have an idea, please see if it is feasible."

Wang Hun said: "Oh, just tell me what you think."

Jia Qiong thought for a while and said: "I still need to sort out the remaining manuscripts, and I can only submit ten manuscripts every half month.

I think it would be better to sell my book by volume and publish one book every half month.

A book costs only a few taels of silver. I'm afraid many people will hesitate to pay dozens of taels of silver to buy the entire book.

Selling them separately in this way only requires a few taels of silver at a time, and I believe this situation can be avoided. "

Wang Hun's eyes lit up when he heard this and said: "This method is feasible, let's do it like this."

Jia Qiong added: "I have another method that may increase sales."

Wang Hun asked in surprise, "Oh, what else can I do? Tell me quickly."

"There are many newspapers in Beijing. I would like to publish the previous chapters in the newspapers and indicate the release date of the book, which may serve as an advertisement.

in addition……"

Jia Qiong then talked about some sales strategies, which could be regarded as reciprocating the favor and thanking the Wang family for helping him.

Moreover, this can also make the cooperation between the two parties more pleasant, and the status of both parties can be relatively equal.

Wang Hun was overjoyed after hearing this. He put his hands on his hands and laughed and said, "It's wonderful, it's wonderful, it's a wonderful method!"

Neither Wang Hun nor Jia Qiong noticed that Wang Mu, who was reading the manuscript on the wicker chair next to him, had stopped browsing at some point.

He listened intently to the conversation between the two, his eyes flashing with light.

After talking about publishing the book, Jia Qiong wanted to go to the library to read, and Wang Hun enthusiastically took him to an independent courtyard in person.

It is surrounded by high walls and is very empty inside, surrounded only by a stream.

There is a black tower-shaped building in the middle with three floors, with a seal script plaque of "Wenhui Building" hanging on it.

Wang Hun introduced him as he walked: "This is my library. This building is made of bricks and stones to prevent fire.

On the first floor are manuscripts of various precious books, all of which are rare in the market.

The second floor is full of original rare ancient books, and the third floor is full of unique copies. You can read them at will.

The books on the second and third floors cannot be taken out. If you need the books on the first floor, you can take them home and read them. Just remember to return them later. "

"Thank you, senior." Jia Qiong thanked her sincerely and was very grateful to Wang Hun.

Entering the building, there was a long table at the door. Sitting behind it was an old man in civilian clothes in his 50s who was reading a book. When he saw the two people coming in, he stood up and saluted.

"Third Master."

"Uncle Fu, this little friend's name is Jia Qiong. He is a distinguished guest in our house. From now on, he can come and go freely here."

"Yes, I understand."

"Uncle Fu, excuse me."

Jia Qiong bowed and saluted the old man. He must be the steward of the library, and he didn't look like an ordinary servant.

"Master Jia is too polite."

The old man bowed his hand in return and his attitude was neither humble nor overbearing.

Wang Hun said: "Okay, you can do whatever you want. I'll have someone call you during dinner later."

Jia Qiong said hurriedly: "Junior can just choose a few books and take them home. I really don't dare to bother you anymore.

Besides, my cousin is still waiting for me outside the house. I'm afraid he will be worried if I go back late. "

"Okay then, Uncle Fu, please arrange for someone to take him out of the house later."

After Wang Hun finished explaining, he left Jia Qiong alone in the library reading, and then returned to the back garden.

"Father, what do you think of this young man?" Wang Hun sat down, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

Wang Mu, who was half lying on a wicker chair reading, put down the manuscript and said leisurely.

"You have a good taste this time. This young man is really pure gold and has the ability to amaze."

Wang Hun burst into laughter upon hearing this.

He has supported many young talents in the past, but most of them Wang Mu was too lazy to even meet.

Occasionally when I see someone, they always give me a comment like "embroidered pillow, mediocre talent", but no one has ever received such praise.

"Haha, Jia Qiong has such a poetic talent at a young age, and his reputation will be passed down through the ages."

Wang Mu said disdainfully: "Huh, short-sighted.

No matter how good he is in poetry, he is still a talented person, but it is not his poetic talent that I am optimistic about. "

Wang Hun asked strangely: "What are you talking about?"

"You figure it out for yourself."

Wang Mu rolled his eyes at him impatiently, cursed secretly that rotten wood cannot be carved, and picked up the manuscript again to read.

Wang Hun rolled his eyes and said, "Father, I plan to publish the song "Mo Mei" in the newspaper together with "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". What do you think?"

"Whatever, come on, come on, don't bother me here."

The old man couldn't bear to see his villain's triumphant face, so he waved his hand impatiently to drive them away.

Wang Hun stretched out his hand, "You have to give me the first three chapters. I'm going to make arrangements to publish it in the newspaper."

"...Take it and make a copy, and send me the original manuscript."

When Wang Hun happily recited "The tree at the head of my inkstone washing pool..." and walked away, Wang Mucai cursed in a low voice.

"Hmph, the villain is successful.

It would be a waste of money to give "Mo Mei" to such common people.

Hey, why didn't I catch up with such a good thing? How unfair is the sky. "

After being depressed for a long time, the old man turned around and shouted: "Changning."

A man who was waiting in the distance and dressed as a steward walked over quickly, bowed and saluted: "Master."

Wang Mu ordered: "Send someone to inquire about Jia Qiong's family background and daily words and deeds. The more detailed the information, the better."

"Yes, sir."

The steward took the order and left. Wang Mu picked up the manuscript and started reading it. After a while, he put down the manuscript and sighed.

"This guy is not only talented in literature, but also talented in dealing with the world. What's even more terrifying is that he is so experienced in dealing with things at such a young age.

This man is so talented that people are jealous of him, but he doesn't know whether his ambition is to be the Marquis of Wu or Cao Cao. "

In the Wenhui Building, Uncle Fu took Jia Qiong around the building and introduced the types of books collected everywhere. After that, the two of them sat at the long table and read together.

However, Jia Qiong turned the pages of the book so quickly that he would flip through a page in more than ten seconds at most, which attracted his attention.

At first he thought the young man was too impetuous, but later he realized that was not the case.

Because Jia Qiong always kept his gaze straight and focused, and obviously put his heart into it, he couldn't help but feel good about the young man.

Jia Qiong was reading in Wenhui Building until almost noon before he was ready to leave. He picked twenty books and planned to take them away. Uncle Fu asked the boy to find a bag for him to wrap.

Uncle Fu asked, "Mr. Jia, do you need me to arrange a carriage to take you back?"

"No need, Uncle Fu. My cousin is waiting for me outside the house. It's okay for the two of us. I'll take my leave this junior."

After bidding farewell to Uncle Fu and leaving the palace, they met up with Xu Shan and went home directly, arriving just in time for dinner.

My aunt was very surprised to see that he had brought back so many books that were not available on the market.

In ancient times, knowledge was one of the most precious resources. Many books were monopolized by aristocratic families and would never be easily revealed to others.

She had been pleasantly surprised when she knew that the Wang family was willing to let Jia Qiong read in the library. She didn't expect that the Wang family would allow him to take the books home.

Jia Qiong was also very happy. Wenhui Tower was a huge treasure house to him. Many of the books in it have been lost in later generations, and even he, who is well-read, has never seen them.

With his photographic memory, he can absorb this knowledge crazily, but it is not limited to poetry.

(End of this chapter)