Chapter 155

"No!" Song Xijiao quickly grabbed Hu que, shook her head and said, "the old lady is punishing Zhou Lu. It's not good if you go now."

Hu que said: "if that old woman really wants to discipline Zhou Lu, she won't let him do evil in Jinzhou City. Xijiao, can't you see it? Zhou Lu was used to it by the people of Zhou family. "

How could song Xijiao not know, but she told Zhou Lu that she just wanted to leave a way for herself. In case something happened to her in the future, these people would not know where to look for her.

But if you want to compete with such a vicious person as Zhou Lu, you will only suffer from the loss.

She took Hu Que's arm and sighed softly: "it's my bad luck to provoke such people. Be more careful in the future, and with the appearance of the old lady last week, he should not dare to do anything to me for the time being

"No! The people he dares to offend me are the ones who offend me. Even if I don't look for him today, I won't let him go in the future. It's better to visit today and settle the account on Wangyuan bridge together! "

When song Xijiao heard him say "my man", her heart was warm. Of course, she would not think that these three words represent Hu Que's admiration for her. She is not a great beauty. How can she have that charm that makes so many men like her?

These three words, in her view, mean that she is a friend.

Thinking that she had come to this era and had not made a friend so far, song Xijiao looked up at Hu que, who was determined and angry, and suddenly wanted to make him this friend.

"Mr. Hu, I am satisfied with your words." She showed a relieved smile, "from today on, you are my friend song Xijiao."

When Hu que heard the speech, he was overjoyed and looked at her with disbelief: "really?"

Seeing song Xijiao nodding with a smile, he was immediately happy and didn't know what to do. Although friends are not the relationship he wants, they are better than none.

"Mr. Hu, don't take risks for me. If something happens to you, I will feel guilty for you all my life."

Listening to her, Hu que, however impulsive, can only temporarily give up the idea of directly looking for Zhou Lu and take a long-term view. Fortunately, after a conversation with him, song Xijiao's face looked much better, not as pale and frightened as before.

"I'll take you home first."

Song Xijiao wanted to nod her head, but suddenly remembered Zhong Chun's jealous personality. She temporarily changed her mind, shook her head and said, "I want to go to the bamboo paper mill first."

Hu que was speechless: "it's this time, you still don't forget your bamboo paper farm. Anyway, it's still early. At least I don't dare to do anything to you today. Let's go. I'll take you there. "

They walked together along the road to the bamboo paper farm. The road was full of people, but Hu que couldn't hear it. His eyes were full of laughter, but he could only see the smart girl around him.

At the gate of the bamboo paper mill, Hu que didn't go in because he had something to do, so he left. When song Xijiao walked into the bamboo paper mill, she saw the guests and helpers in and out of the yard, and her heart finally fell to the ground.

This is her chassis, no longer afraid of being bullied.

There were a lot of customers in the shop. Song Xijiao was so happy that she wanted to go to the room to have a look, but she was stopped by a clerk and said, "boss, go and have a look. There is a scholar in our shop who uses his pen and ink for free. He has been copying books for a day!"

Copy?

Song Xijiao was a little surprised. It was the first time she heard that someone was copying books in the store.

In order to make the guests feel the convenience of bamboo paper immediately, she specially put some free pens and inks in the store for them to try. I didn't expect that some people would take advantage of this small bargain.

She came into the store with her skirt. Sure enough, a scholar in shabby clothes was standing there, writing rapidly. He has a thick stack of paper beside his hand, all of which are the fruits of his day.

Song Xijiao casually picked up a piece and saw it was a poem chanting flowers. The poem was fresh and elegant, and the artistic conception was long. It was really good. "Is this your poem?" she asked curiously

The scholar was busy writing and said, "no, this is Mr. Shanju's poem. I just copy it and sell it. "

Copy and sell That's easy to say. There is no way. There is no copyright problem in this era, so once someone's masterpiece is leaked out, people all over the world can take the title on the painting and write it on the fan for sale.

However, this scholar's words are really good.

After reading for a while, she found that besides the poems on the top of the pile of paper, there was also a storybook below. It told a story about a scholar and a monster. It was very ups and downs and fascinating.

"If you copy poems and picture books like this, can you sell them?"

The scholar seemed to complain and said: "of course, it can be sold out, but the bamboo paper is expensive, the ink is more expensive, and can't make a few money."

Song Xijiao took that pile of paper, thought for a moment, and suddenly asked the scholar, "how much money can you make by copying a script like this?"

The scholar didn't hide it from her and said, "five knives."

Only five knives Song Xijiao's eyes turned, and she immediately had an idea. She said to the scholar with a smile, "in this way, I'll pay you ten dollars, and I'll provide you with bamboo paper, pen and ink for free. Would you copy the script and poetry collection for me?"The scholar was originally chatting with her while writing. Wen Yan finally looked up at her.

When you look at it, you are stunned.

He thought that he had come to talk to him about a maid who had been sent by a rich family to buy bamboo paper. He did not expect that the girl in front of him was delicate and tender, and that she was a pampered young lady.

The scholar also had the habit of climbing power and attaching high value. Seeing that she was a young lady, her tone immediately respectfully said, "are you?"

After listening for a long time, I finally couldn't help interrupting: "this is our boss!"

The scholar was so surprised that he quickly bowed his hand and saw the ceremony: "you are Miss Song! Oh, I've seen you so much. "

Song Xijiao said with a smile, "you are willing to do the job I said."

"Of course

"Ah GUI, you take him upstairs, prepare a wing room for him, and prepare his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, so that he can copy it safely here." After Song Xijiao finished, she said to the scholar, "just copy. Each copy is ten dollars. I'll give you as much as you copy."

"Well, thank you very much, Miss Song."

The scholar followed the man upstairs with joy. Song Xijiao looked at his back and laughed. Looking at the pile of bamboo paper in his hand, he went to the shelf, took down several pieces of hard paper, and then tied them up with needles and threads. In the blink of an eye, three working books appeared in front of her.

If you want to sell a stack of paper full of words, the price is not high. However, as she decorated, made a beautiful book, that can not be the same day!

Isn't it that you can't find business opportunities every day?

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