"Please enter, please enter. The residence is simple, please sit here, everyone. The room is dark, please wait a moment, I will light the lamp." Fang Bingsheng brought Boss Qian and the other two into the house with a smile on his face. He hurriedly picked up the mat and quilt on the broken bed, stood up and tiptoed to throw it into the attic where his son lived.

The two door panels where the couple fell asleep at night had to be used as sofas when guests came.

In autumn, it was getting darker early, and the wooden building without windows became darker. Knowing that Boss Qian’s eyes were not very good, Fang Bingsheng took out a good glass oil lamp from under the bed and lit it up in a hurry.

"Don't be polite, Mr. Fang, you can see it, it's all old neighbors." Qian Jinyi said with a smile.

The reason why Mr. Qian and his shop were indeed opened on Shuihuo Street back then, but they did choose the wrong place. At that time, the ground was full of blind flows. Who would buy books and read newspapers? It is said that even mice didn't go to the store.

So after Mr. Qian set up the store, he moved the store two months later. The new address was on the north side of Shuihuo Street. Shuihuo Street was the spine and the main body of the slums was the internal organs. The area of ​​their store could be considered as beautiful skin. The place was a region where the wealthy and middle-class people who made money from the slums crossed the Longmen gathered. The bookstore business was pretty good, and Boss Qian was also a rich and decent person. This is why Fang Bingsheng was so polite.

"Have you seen this talent before?" Fang Bingsheng asked, pointing to the young man.

Now Fang Bingsheng was sitting on the stool opposite the bed, looking at the young man sitting side by side with Boss Qian looking around in the room under the light of the foreign oil lamp, and asked with a smile.

"Oh. My new apprentice." Qian Jinyi said, pointing at his apprentice and smiling at his apprentice, Fang Bingsheng, who nodded and bowed there, introduced: "Fu Renyong, Xiao Fu, a native of Jiangnan, recommended by a friend of the Qing Dynasty, family-born antique knowledge; I lacked manpower, so I let this child come."

"Wow, Mr. Fu is a dragon-like and tiger-like step at first glance, and is a talented person. Under the guidance of a knowledgeable person like Mr. Qian, his future is limitless!" Fang Bingsheng flattered Fu Renyong and was stunned.

You know, before he came, he heard from his master that Fang Bingsheng was a person. He thought he was a three-headed and six-armed character. Unexpectedly, he was a middle-aged man in worn-out clothes, dark and thin, and not good-looking. He smelled of kerosene on his hair. He was full of bad breath and alcohol when he spoke to himself. He lived in a black and smelly wooden building with bare walls at home. He beat his wife with swear words, Bibles, and punches and feet. He was flattered and flattered like a slutty beggar. The impression he got before he came was simply... It can't be said to be exaggerated, it was a bit unrelated to the swearing.

Thinking of this, Fu Renhong went to see the master. He even curled his lips, which meant: "This guy is the one you brag about? You don't want to fool him, right?"

Qian Jinyi turned his head to look at his apprentice. All the expressions of the other party were seen. He raised his hand and knocked his apprentice's back heart, and said with a heavy smile: "What kind of dragon-like and tiger-like steps? This kid is very poor! He has been in the Song Kingdom for two months and only started working last week. As soon as he got off the boat, he was disagreeable and almost died of vomiting and diarrhea. I sent him to the city to raise him for a month before he could save his life."

"I'm strong, but tigers can't survive in this place! I've never seen such a dirty and smelly place before! I almost died after taking a sip of water!" Fu Renyong felt that the other party Bingsheng was not very respectful, and he spoke casually, so he answered directly.

Fang Bingsheng laughed and said, "Since Mr. Fu is from Jiangnan, his hometown must be a place with beautiful mountains and rivers. This place... Alas, remember to buy water in the future. The water they have is well water and can still drink. Don't drink water from river waterways. It's useless if you boil it. Last year, the plague caused a lot of people to die. Oh, there are many foreigners, and only Indians are fine."

"Yes, the ghost place is smelly and broken. I wonder why everyone squeezes into this broken place?!" Fu Renyong snorted coldly.

"Stinky? Boy, you won't make so much money in your entire life in Qing Dynasty! This is a treasure pot! Shut up!" Qian Jinyi yelled.

After shouting at the apprentice, Qian Jinyi gave Fang Bingsheng a thumbs up, smiled flatteringly, and said, "Mr. Fang in front of you is a talented man! The most talented and capable person in Shiligou!"

"I dare not, I dare not!" Seeing the other party suddenly complimenting him, Fang Bingsheng seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Then he sat up from the stool and leaned towards Qian Jinyi. It seemed that the prisoner in the Public Security Bureau was asking about his case like an adult, and asked in a low voice:

"Mr. Qian, the last time that... that... is still full... okay... can it still catch your eye?"

He was so nervous that he stuttered.

"It's so good! So satisfied!" Qian Jinyi slapped the bed board suddenly, and the entire wooden board made the floor jump.

Looking at Fang Bingsheng who was surprised, Qian Jinyi took out a book from the things he brought and handed it to Fang Bingsheng and said:

"The "Regular simplified fountain pen copybook" sold so well! The big bookstore "Yuesheng Bookstore" has ordered me, and I asked me who was the master of this copybook? Haha! Mr. Fang, it's amazing!"

It turned out that not long ago, Boss Qian wanted to be a craftsmanship and published a copybook for candidates to practice calligraphy. There were so many copybooks in his store, but they were all ancient poems and brushes copied from the stele. They were bought by the old and young people in the Qing Dynasty. They were not in line with the trend at all and sold very poorly.

Because those who buy copybooks and practice calligraphy generally follow the imperial examination system, the imperial examination system of the Song Dynasty has two requirements: pen characters (hard-type characters) and simplified characters. If you have good calligraphy, you must be creative. You can extract your own hard-type calligraphy from the beauty of brush characters, so that the hard-type characters you write must be as beautiful as brush characters.

This thing is low in printing costs and fast in cycles. As long as the quality is good, there is no need to worry about sales. All workers who have children going to school, preparing for imperial examinations, or even preparing for civilian interviews will buy it.

It is also easy to make a copy. Just find someone good at calligraphy to write some words and make a printing mold.

But I just can't find someone who has good calligraphy with hard pens.

Not to mention Shiligou, this kind of person is not easy to find in the entire suburbs of Haijing. Because people with this kind of ability have long become officials and become rich, and at the least they are also a golden person. They are definitely talented people in Western learning. Who cares about your two small money and write a copybook for you according to your requirements?

But recently, there was exactly one, Fang Bingsheng.

This man's calligraphy and pen calligraphy are both dazzlingly beautiful, and the most important thing is to give some money, and he really writes it for you when he is in a downturn. He is also begging to write it for you. He is also worried that you don't want his calligraphy.

Boss Qian just stood by the roadside and talked to Fang Bingsheng. The other party nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and agreed, not even a deposit!

Write it first to see if it is appropriate. Isn’t this? Now that the book is published, it’s profitable. The money boss will come to pay it.

"This is a negotiated reward, please accept it with a smile." Qian Jinyi took out a jingling object from his pocket and put it in Fang Bingsheng, who was already at a loss when he was surprised.

Because I was so surprised that my vision was blurred in the light of the foreign oil lamp. Until the money was stuffed into my hands, the warm and heavy feeling spread from the palm of my hand to my heart, and the other hand subconsciously touched it.

Two silver dollars.

Fang Bingsheng’s salary is over half a month!

Two yuan, including food, rice, oil, salt, pen, ink, paper, ink, and even wine, tobacco, tea, betel nuts. This is just a light copybook. I worry that the other party is not satisfied. I can get one thousand words that took a month to deliver it!

"To express gratitude, this is a box of tea, which is not respectful. Wan WangMr. Fang accepted it with a smile." The owner of the bookstore gently placed the cardboard box on the dining table.

"Oh! You're so polite! Chacha Tea! Drink some water! Mr. Qian!" Fang Bingsheng was stunned for a while before he realized. He held two heavy silver dollars and rushed straight from the stool like an evil spirit, and ran around like a fire in the room. He hurriedly found the teapot and tea cup on the ground, and then went to carry the kettle.

The kettle was lifted hard, and the lid almost flew to the ceiling where his son was sleeping, because he used the power of lifting water to lift the empty pot. Then he remembered that there was no water in the water tank at home, let alone the teapot.

"Madam! Come to Afu's place to get a pot of hot water!" At this time, Fang Bingsheng didn't care that the "Madam" hiding outside the back door might have a bruised face. However, at this time, it is the most important thing for guests to drink hot tea. This is the face now and the more important face.

"Mr. Fang, don't be busy, I'll go home for dinner right away! I'll send you the royalties to you, I'll come along!" Mr. Qian pushed Fang Bingsheng back to the mastoon, his excuses were all confused, but the meaning was still conveyed. Fang Bingsheng obediently sat back to the mastoon and stopped making trouble.

"Since this book is selling well, do you need other copybooks?" Fang Bingsheng held the silver dollar tightly. The silver dollar was so painful that he felt sad, but it also made Fang Bingsheng's mind turn faster.

"You need it! Are you here to ask the sir to give me a word again?" Qian Jinyi smiled.

"That's great! What other books do you need me to copy? By the way, in addition to regular script, I can also write pencil copybooks for you in running script and cursive script! I have studied it before! By the way, by the way, there are also pencil characters, and I have also studied pencil characters! Pencil characters are also very easy to sell, right? Primary school students, accounting, who doesn't need pencil characters? By the way, there are also chalk characters..." Fang Bingsheng hurriedly wanted to expand his business of selling characters to the maximum.

"Everything is needed. I specially brought you some tools, I'm afraid you'll be too delayed when you buy it yourself." Qian Jinyi waved his hand, and Fu Renyong showed a bunch of things to Fang Bingsheng.

I saw two fountain pens, two Western ink bottles, one pencil, one eraser, and a stack of lattice paper suitable for writing hard pens.

Fang Bingsheng looked at those things and had no courage to touch them. It was like a sacred sacrifice that appeared in front of the priest. He only felt a sense of anger in his heart rushing, wanting to laugh and cry.

"If you see this tool, you can use it. If it doesn't work, or if the tip of the pen is chopped and the ink is gone, come to my store and I will prepare it for you. This reward is good, your last copybook is good! Good! It's great! I mentioned the reward to you three yuan per copy, but I brought the contract document, and I have your handwriting in this store, so you can't sell it to other companies. How about it?" Qian Jinyi asked carefully.

"Mr. Qian is really my new parents..." Fang Bingsheng's throat was choked. When signing the document, he had to write a signature with a pen, but the table was torn. Fang Bingsheng was anxious and simply knelt on the ground and signed on the door panel of the "sofa". His hands were trembling when he signed the document. Finally, he pressed his handprints to make a decision.

"No, you are very talented. As your old friend, I just want to apply your talents to the world." After receiving the contract documents, Qian Jinyi quickly comforted Fang Bingsheng.

Fang Bingsheng gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely: "Mr. Qian is here to support me, and I am really so proud of my grace!"

Qian Jinyi nodded and said, "I'm here this time, and there is another business I want to discuss with Mr. Fang."
Chapter completed!