Jingle Bell.

The wooden door inlaid with glass was pushed open, and the bell on it shook.

Sean walked into the "West Wood Bookstore".

The curly-haired woman wearing a headscarf looked up, and her eyes quickly fell back to the book in front of her: "Please read it casually."

The bookstore is very quiet. The sunlight shines through the glass, and the golden slopes are shone. There are fine dust flying on the slopes. The wind that Sean walks through makes them dance wildly...

The leather shoes tapped the ground, making a crisp sound, and Sean quickly walked to the stack of best-selling books.

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

Sean pays special attention to a kind of "brick" built into the city wall - "Luerwich Short Horror Stories Collection" with a dark red cover...

To Sean Dickinson's surprise, the number of dark red novels is the least, and the low stack of books resembles the open gates of this "castle".

"That book is selling well, sir." The clerk who had been reading it turned out to be able to do both, she just glanced at it and reminded it aloud.

Arya Dickinson, who loves to read, walked behind her brother and blinked curiously: "...this is that book?" Sean would share secrets with Aaliyah, she naturally knew that Lulvage was Sean The pseudonym in "New Horror".

Sean turned to look at his sister and nodded happily.

"Selling really well!" Arya also found the vacancy in the stack of books and exclaimed softly.

After being happy for Sean, she sighed softly in her heart.

The second book of Dickinson's Poems has been published, but neither of them is a bestseller...

Compared to reading poetry, everyone really likes thrilling things.

Although she knew that there was no point in comparing the sales of the two books, Arya still felt like she was being compared by Sean in the field she was proud of.

A little lost.

The attentive brother discovered this, he coughed lightly, walked to the poetry book shelf next to him, and pulled out a thin green hardcover book with the bronzing title "Dickinson's Poems": "Compared to the shallow I still prefer words like this..."

Seeing her brother pretending to be serious, Arya burst out laughing and punched Sean on the arm.

Sean frowned on purpose: "What are you doing? I'm here to buy this book of poems."

"Don't you have them all at home?"

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

Aaliyah also pursed her lips: "I may have seen too many poetic things, so I just want to read this kind of 'shallow' text..." As she spoke, she read from the few "Short Stories" books she had left. He picked up a book from the pile and walked towards the counter.

"Lulwich's short stories," Sean blinked, "Didn't you read them all?"

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

The clerk with a smile on the corner of his mouth watching the interaction between the brother and sister, 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 actually the authors of these two books.

When the two of them put two books, one red and one green, on the counter, Ms. Feng Chi, who had been quiet, also put a book on the table.

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

Thus Spoke Zarathusta, Nietzsche's most famous work. According to legend, some explorers even use it as a "special research book".

In Sean's eyes, Olivia tilted her head slightly, her red eyes as if to talk: If you want to defeat the enemy, you must first understand the enemy.

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

Bingzhuren is silent, always staying awake and alert.

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Sean later learned that the best-selling collection of short stories brought him a lot of royalties.

Seeing the 2,200 NZD bill of exchange sent by "New Fear" 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 open a newspaper office. It is conceivable that this will be Sean's most expensive project to date, and of course the more money the better.

From this, he had to sigh secretly how wise he was to use his first spiritual upgrade to create the mist of elixir.

It was already night time, and Sean, who was wearing the "Blade Runner" mask, his entire outfit and his temperament had changed, walked to an unmanned garage in the dock area.

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

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

This inconspicuous sedan, safely parked in the garage, was the transfer station for Sean and Mr. Newfen to trade.

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

After changing clothes in a no-man's place, Sean got into his car.

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

Also in the box is a handwritten letter from Mr. Newfen Drew.

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

After taking into account the market feedback, he is quite optimistic about the sales forecast of Elixir Mist.

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

Although he was only reading a letter expressing restraint, Sean could still feel Mr. Newfen's excitement.

After all, the mist of elixir is a product that does not need 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 continued to write that the key to improving overall profits is to put in more products, so he asked side by side the possibility of expanding production capacity...

After reading the letter, Sean chuckled lightly.

He knew that Drew's purpose in 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 in income per month, which must be a torture for Drew who is above all money.

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

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

Because the increase in belief can only be done 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~lightnovelpub.net~ On the other hand, he also made it clear that due to the extremely complex production process of Elixir Mist, the output It is difficult to improve, and this matter can only be discussed in the long run...

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

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

But Sean's plan is to make this magical product a substitute for "first aid carbonated syrup" in the future.

Benefit all explorers, rather than become a luxury exclusive to the strong.

Therefore, controlling the selling price may temporarily cut income, but it can establish the public image of Elixir Mist from the very beginning...

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

The two large sums of income filled Sean's deflated wallet all at once.

Prior to this, the dividend of the Black Gods Trading Cooperative with Daisy and Bill was raised to 650 yuan per month.

In front of these two incomes, the black market dividends that once made Sean care a lot are not so attractive.

With sufficient funds, Sean knew that he could finally start his second long-planned plan: to open his own newspaper.

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