Niang Pao and Fangs bent over and sneaked to the door of the room. The group of ghost market's mouths were really right, and the noise was quite loud.

"This should be Brother Confucian Businessmen's office, right?" Fang looked around.

"Not necessarily." The mother gun turned back and forth and pointed to the facade: "This facade is only two rooms, isn't his office so small? Isn't it the owner with a high annual income?"

Mother Pao reminded me that it was true.

"This lady is really screaming." Fang spit on the ground.

"Lord who makes a fortune with a muffled voice, what is it to play this kind of stuff?"

"It's really making a fortune in a muffled voice. To say that this children's book industry, he does not have a bigger company. They are all such unknown public books, but this kind of public books makes a lot of money. He rents it again. After the land in the ghost market, the rent alone is a lump sum. Moreover, it is still a cultural outsider and has a good reputation."

The two looked around. There was no place to take photos, and the door of the room was closed again.

"Take it down." Fang took out a small voice recorder from his trouser pocket and gently placed it in the obscure corner: "Maybe I can receive anything useful."

After the two put down the recorders, they ran to the alley quickly. Since they couldn't take pictures, there was no need to spend them at the door. At this time, the most important thing is to step on. Especially in the alleys where this kind of car can't enter and the other side is crowded, once exposed, familiarity with the terrain is the guarantee for safe retreat.

Fang Ya and Niang Pao took advantage of this time and ran this short alley with their bodies, and they matched all the shops on the map. There are two lanes, north and south. After running this one, run the other one.

"It's not a large company, so no one comes to check this and that. This kind of public children's book takes advantage of the country's laws. You said, if it bursts out, can it shake them?" Niang Pao said.

"I don't know." Although Fang Fang is a bit more experienced than Niang Pao, he has no bottom in his heart. After all, they are not publishing illegally, it is legal. The state does not restrict this area much.

After running the terrain roughly, Fang Fang and Niang Pao act separately. One ran the surrounding terrain again, and the other went back to see if everything was done there. If it wasn’t done, just squatted down, maybe it’s useful. Yes, if you are done, you have to get back the recorder.

Fang Fang has rich experience and strong coping ability, so he is responsible for running the surrounding terrain, and by the way, see if he can find a suitable buyer; the mother gun is a little younger, and goes to guard.

Niang Pao returned to the door of the room where Sister Sao and Bamei entered. As soon as she arrived at the door, she could hear the voice inside, and she was quite clear. The voice was unscrupulous, which was normal.

The gates are door panels, one by one, like the old doors. The alley is decorated with this kind of antique. There is actually a rolling door behind the wooden door, but they didn't close the rolling door because of the trouble. Niang Pao looked in the crack of the door, but couldn't see anything. There was a screen blocking the door.

Behind the screen, half of the room contained the latest batch of children’s books. This batch of children’s books is the story of "The Little Match Girl". This story is well-known in the empire and is a classic in fairy tales. In the same way, this story has thousands of copies in the official version of the Empire.

"The painting is pretty good." Eight sisters took one of them and turned over: "It's very delicate."

Brother Rujia’s first wave is not long each time. He is finished without even sweating. The eighth sister is very relaxed. After wearing half of his clothes, he flipped through the children’s book: "Little Match Girl , I also read it when I was a kid. Brother Rujia, it only takes three or four days to publish this kind of book? I think the painting is pretty good."

"Well, it only takes three or four days. If you are a skilled worker, one or two days will be enough." Brother Rujia nodded: "It would be too slow to publish one book a week."

"Wow, I think this picture is pretty good." Eight sisters obviously don't understand the way. She has a very low education. The story of the little match girl was taught in a textbook when she was in elementary school. The educational background is low, and the level of appreciation is low. I just think the book is very beautifully printed. There is also a picture of a little girl in it. The eight or nine-page children's book looks very tall.

Most of this kind of public edition books are sold to mothers who don't understand the truth. They don’t understand this kind of pictures and they can come out with just one click. They have no sense of artistic beauty. They don’t help the children’s aesthetic appreciation, but they will only lower their aesthetics. They don’t understand a good fairy tale. This literal description is the essence. The vernacular words in the text are just a summary of the story, which is of little benefit to the children's language ability.

"Wow, thirty yuan a copy." Eight sisters flipped through: "How many copies are you going to sell this time?"

"For the Three Going to the Countryside, there is a company doing children’s books to donate to charity, as a show. A batch of public edition books customized from us include "The Little Match Girl", "The Emperor's New Clothes", and two more. English. This little match girl has to print more than 8,000 copies, and the others are also 7,000 or 8,000."

Many companies like to donate children's books. There is a lot of water here. Very few people actually buy high-quality books and send them to poverty-stricken areas. Most of them send children's books that sound beautiful, but are actually inferior-quality books. . How common is this kind of children's books flooding the market?

A year ago, a first-line actress in the Empire donated children's books to children in the orphanage and asked reporters to pay attention to the whole process. She also read the children's books to the children and bought the headlines.

This is a matter of attracting fans. Unfortunately, the donated children's book she holds in her hand is this kind of public book. Some people who know how to read it are nothing but most of them can't see it. . What's more unfortunate for this first-line female artist is that her competitor noticed it and attacked with this, making everyone spray her to donate pirated books.

In fact, what she donated is not a pirated book, but a public version of children's book that looks exquisite and is actually not good.

It can be seen that this kind of junk public edition children's books on the market has caused such a big star team to make such a big mistake.

"Wow, the price is thirty yuan a book, how much will the other party pay for such a large amount of cooperation?" Bamei asked with glazed eyes.

"This kind of volume is large, so it sells 20 yuan a copy."

"Wow, 20 yuan a book! This book has more than 7,000 orders, and there are other four or five books. Isn't it such a studio, you can make six to seven hundred thousand in less than ten days!" The sister's eyes widened, and she was extremely envious.

"Tell Sister Sao to come down." The Confucian businessman Jia who was accustomed to this kind of profit was very calm, sitting on a pile of books and pointing upstairs.

Eight sisters hurried upstairs, and after a while, Sister Sao twisted her hips down.

After playing too much, people like Sister Sao make people comfortable, and the skills of Bamei's little girls are not good, so the first wave is often let the Bamei vent the flames, and the second wave is long and left for Sister Sao.

Sister Sao not only has good skills, but also knows it's time to make some small requests.

"Lying on the book, it feels so unique." Sister Sao pleased me just right: "I like to change to another studio every time. In the ocean of books, even this kind of thing becomes more refined."

As she said, she picked up a book and put it on her chest: "I am the little match girl. Wipe, a match, no, a fire stick will come in..."

Also know how to flirt.

Brother Confucian businessman Jia was very satisfied, and only heard some books crashing down the ground.

"I want to light a fire stick... the little girl saw so many delicious..."

"Light another fire stick... The little girl licked the chicken..."

The mother gun squatting outside the door was someone who hadn't even had a girlfriend before, so he swallowed his saliva and filled his mind.

The first show in the night market is really not built. No wonder the Confucian merchant Jia brother can cover their two sisters for two years, and they are not tired.

"Brother, can you...can you add another booth for us?" Sister Sao made a small request after the matter was over.

"Additional?" Brother Rujia frowned: "You have one booth. Now this booth is expensive, not to mention expensive. The gold booth is gone. If you want to give you another one, you have to squeeze away others."

"I'm... hey, don't you know, Haige, who sets up a stall next to me, always looks at me in a bewildered manner... and stole me last time..."

"It's okay, two golden booths for the two of you are enough. If someone bullies you, the person you told me will take care of it." Brother Confucian businessman Jia put on his pants, a little impatient.

Sister Sao shut up quickly, stood up from the pile of books, and stopped talking. She knew in her heart that she had been with him for more than a year, and the man in front of her was a little tired of having fun. It was obviously not suitable to have a booth tonight.

"This...what to do." Sister Sao looked back and saw that many children's books were stained with dirty liquids. The cover was already bright, and it became brighter after getting water. She hurriedly looked around. paper.

"It's such an expensive book. Now Wawa's book is really expensive. It's only 30 yuan for seven or eight pages." Sister Sao took out a piece of paper and wiped it, and put the liquid-stained book aside, dozens of books.

"These are written two-year-old reading. This kind of young doll's books are usually books read by their parents. Maybe such a small doll wants to bite the book or lick the book." I wiped it with my head, but this thing has a smell when it is wiped dry.

"Who said it was wasted? Sell it the same way." Brother Confucian businessman Jia took a look: "Wa, this cover is thick, others can't see it. Last time Miss Sleeping Liu also got it everywhere, still sell it, small The child’s hand is touched everywhere, there is an old saying that it is good, it is not clean, it is not sick after eating, what is this? This is the best thing for me and your best, it is the best thing, what is it dirty? Not everyone can eat the good things that are good, and with the best fairy tales, these children are blessed."

The mother cannon heart outside the door jumped frantically: This conversation is heavy, of course, it is also very flavorful.

What is missing is the character shot. You have to take a shot of the Confucian businessman Jia coming out of the door and talking, so that you can say that the Confucian businessman is talking inside, not someone else.