Jingle Bell.

The glass-paneled wooden door was pushed open, and a bell rang from it.

Sean and his party walked into the "Westwood Bookstore".

The curly-haired woman wearing a headscarf glanced up, and then her eyes quickly fell back to the book in front of her: "Please read as you please."

The bookstore is very quiet. The sun shines through the glass to reveal pieces of golden slopes. There are slender dust flying in the slopes. The wind that Sean walked by made them dance wildly...

The leather shoes tapped the ground, making a crisp sound, and Sean quickly walked to the pile of bestsellers.

He looked at the scene in front of him with some surprise: all kinds of popular books were placed in the most prominent position, forming a colorful "city wall".

Sean is particularly concerned about one of the "bricks" that make up the city wall—"Lulwich Short Horror Stories Collection" with a dark red cover...

To Sean Dickinson's surprise, the number of dark red books was the least, and the low pile of books looked like the open gates of this "castle".

"That book is selling very well, sir." The clerk who has been reading can be used for two purposes at the same time, she just glanced at it and reminded aloud.

Aaliyah Dickinson, who loves to read, walked up behind her brother and blinked curiously: "...is that the book?" Sean would share secrets with Aaliyah, so she naturally knew that Lulwich was Sean's The pen name of "New Fear".

Sean turned his head to look at his sister, and nodded happily.

"It's selling really well!" Aaliyah also noticed the vacancy in the pile of books, and whispered.

After being happy for Sean, she couldn't help but sighed softly in her heart.

"Dickinson's Poems" has been published for the second time, but neither of them is a bestseller...

Compared with reading poetry, everyone really likes thrilling things.

Although she knew that the sales volume of the two books was meaningless to compare, Aaliyah still had the feeling that she was being compared by Sean in her favorite field.

Slightly lost.

The careful elder brother noticed this, he coughed lightly, went to the poetry bookshelf next to him, and took out a thin green hardcover book with the title "Dickinson's Poems" in gold: "Compared to the superficial The story, I still prefer this kind of text..."

Seeing her brother pretending to be serious, Aaliyah burst out laughing, and punched Sean's arm with a small fist.

Sean frowned deliberately: "What are you doing? I just came to buy this book of poems."

"Don't you have everything at home?"

Sean froze for a moment, then said, "This is the new version...I like the color of the cover, so I'm going to buy it again!"

Aaliyah also pursed her lips: "Maybe I've read too much of that kind of poetic stuff, so I just want to read this kind of 'shallow' text..." As she spoke, she read from the pile of "Short Story Collection" books left. He picked up a book and walked towards the counter.

"Lulvich's short stories," Sean blinked, "haven't you read all of them?"

The young girl smiled slyly, and she raised the book in her hand: "I like this cover too."

The clerk, who watched the interaction between the brother and sister with a smile on his lips, thought it was just two lovely customers discussing the books they wanted to buy...

What she didn't know was that the two people in front of her were the authors of these two books.

When the two put two books, one red and one green, on the counter, Ms. Fengling, who had been silent all along, also put a book on the table.

Sean looked down and saw that it was a book with a black cover.

Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Nietzsche's most famous work. It is said that some explorers even use it as a "specialized research book".

In Xiao En's eyes, Olivia tilted her head slightly, and her red eyes seemed to say: If you want to defeat the enemy, you must first understand the enemy.

Sean restrained himself slightly. With a slightly sloppy mind, he suddenly noticed the slowly closing sun above his head...

Candle holders are silent, always awake and alert.

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Sean later learned that the best-selling short story collection brought him a large royalty income.

Seeing the money order of 2,200 New Zealand dollars sent by "New Horror" magazine, Sean really cheered for a while.

After all, according to the publishing contract, this is only the first income.

The next task at hand is to start a newspaper office. It is conceivable that this will be Sean's most money-consuming project so far, and of course the more income he has right now, the better.

As a result, he had to sigh to himself how wise it was to use his first spiritual upgrade to create the mist of elixir.

It was already night, and Sean, who was wearing the "Wildland Gunslinger" mask, his whole body attire and temperament had changed, walked to an unmanned garage in the pier area.

A very ordinary Model T Ford was parked in the garage. Sean took out the key and opened the trunk of the vehicle.

He took out a small box from the trunk, and then took out two suitcases filled with bottled elixir mist from the invisible stomach pouch, put the goods in, closed the car door, and left quietly up-

This unremarkable car safely parked in the garage is a transit point for the transaction between Sean and Mr. Newfen.

Mr. Newfen put the payment for the goods in the trunk, and Sean took the money and put the goods in it.

After changing clothes in no one's place, Sean got into his car.

In the car, he opened the cardboard box, which contained stacks of New Zealand dollars neatly arranged and exuding a unique fragrance—a total of three thousand.

There is also a letter from Drew, Mr. Newfen, in the box.

In the letter, Drew's tone was quite enthusiastic.

After combining the market reaction, his forecast for the sales volume of the Elixir Mist is quite optimistic.

Quite optimistic—Sean keenly noticed that when Mr. Newfen wrote these words, the tip of his pen unconsciously increased his strength.

Although he only read a letter with a restrained expression, Sean could still feel Mr. Newfen's excitement.

After all, the mist of elixir is a product that does not have to worry about sales, and the market is extremely hungry for it.

It is a product that can be exchanged for as many New Zealand dollars as you invest...

Drew went on to write that the key to increasing overall profit is to put more products in, so he asked around the possibility of expanding production capacity...

After reading the letter, Sean chuckled lightly.

He knew that the purpose of Drew writing this letter was to expand production capacity.

Sean can understand that such a potential product can only bring in a few thousand New Zealand dollars a month, which must be a kind of torture for Drew, who is always paranoid about money.

However, Sean has his own plan and rhythm in mind.

Of course he will increase the production of the mist of the elixir, but this is something that cannot be rushed.

Because the improvement of faith can only be carried out slowly.

So, he drafted a reply letter in his mind.

On the one hand, he reassured his ambitious partner that the increase in production capacity was indeed planned.

On the other hand, he also made it clear that due to the extremely complicated production process of the elixir mist, it is difficult to increase the output, and this matter can only be discussed in the long run...

At the end of the letter, Sean once again reminded Mr. Newfen that the sales price cannot be changed.

Sean knows that Drew has the instinct of a businessman. If the production capacity cannot be increased for a long time, Drew may violate their original agreement and increase the price of the elixir mist without authorization...

But Sean's plan is ~lightnovelpub.net~ to make this wonder product an alternative to "First Aid Carbonated Syrup" in the future.

Benefit all explorers, instead of becoming a luxury exclusive to the strong.

Therefore, controlling the selling price may temporarily reduce income, but it can establish the public image of the elixir mist from the very beginning...

Sean believes that his good intentions are enough to make this partner have a certain amount of patience.

Two large sums of income immediately filled Sean's deflated wallet.

Prior to this, the dividends for the black magic product deal with Daisy and Bill were increased to 650 yuan per month.

In the face of these two incomes, the black market dividends that Sean cared about once seemed less attractive.

With enough money, Sean knew he could finally move on to his second, long-gestating plan: starting his own newspaper.