Chapter 78

"That's right, I'm that good-for-nothing gigolo who lives off a woman." Shen Lang smiled.

As soon as he said that, Zhu Wenhua was a little speechless.

Damn it, can you, Shen Lang, be any more shameless?

At this time, there were three other girls in the bookstore, and they looked like they were all daughters of wealthy families. They were originally surprised by Shen Lang's good looks, but now that they heard such words coming out of his mouth, they couldn't help but secretly spit a few times.

Zhu Wenhua said, "What are the two of you doing in my Lanshan City instead of staying in Xuanwu City?"

Before Shen Lang could answer, Jin Mucong said proudly, "To publish a book."

"Publish a book?" Zhu Wenhua said lightly, "When did writing a book become so lowly?"

The meaning was clear. Any Tom, Dick, or Harry could publish a book?

There was no doubt that Jin Mucong was a famous good-for-nothing within a radius of a few hundred miles.

And although Shen Lang shone brilliantly in Xuanwu City, in the memories of everyone in Lanshan City, he was still that good-for-nothing, greedy, and vain good-for-nothing.

Zhu Wenhua smiled and said, "If I remember correctly, Brother Shen Lang studied in a town school for nearly ten years. He probably didn't even finish his elementary studies."

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but laugh.

What kind of books could these two ignorant and incompetent people write? They probably couldn't even recognize the words.

Shen Lang ignored him and directly handed the manuscript to the Jade Pavilion's shopkeeper.

This person was not only the boss, but he could also be considered to have read countless books.

As for the reputation of Shen Lang and Jin Mucong, he had more or less heard of them.

What kind of good things could these two ignorant and incompetent people write?

However, Jin Mucong was, after all, the heir of the Count House. The owner of the Jade Pavilion was not willing to offend him. He respectfully received the manuscript. Although he appeared to be serious, he was actually flipping through it absent-mindedly.

He had even prepared a draft in his mind. The Crown Prince's writing was very unique, as expected of a descendant of a prestigious family. But I'm very sorry, I don't have any plans to publish new books in the near future. You can go to other bookstores to ask, such as Ink Fragrance Brothel.

However, after watching a few paragraphs …

The shopkeeper's expression immediately changed.

His appreciation level was far inferior to Count Xuanwu's, but he was still amazed.

Every paragraph in this book showed the author's deep analysis of human nature and the secular world.

Not only that, but the poems and sentences were not gorgeous. They were even a little cynical, but they were very experienced.

Read on.

The shopkeeper of the bookstore became more and more amazed and shocked.

Many of the details described in the book were really amazing.

This level was extremely high.

However, in the eyes of this bookstore's owner, this book was not without its flaws.

First, it was too vulgar and elegant. It required a very high level of literary attainment to be able to understand the deep meaning within. To the average person, this was just a vulgar romance novel.

Second, the main customers of the Jade Pavilion were women. They liked lingering love stories, especially the love and hatred of the children of rich and powerful families.

But even so, he was still willing to publish this book, even if he couldn't make any money, even if it was a little high profile.

And at this moment, Zhu Wenhua took the manuscript and quickly skimmed through two pages.

Then …

His expression was as if he had eaten feces. His complexion was extremely unwell, as if he was about to vomit.

Then, he sighed and said, "I really didn't expect that there would be such a vulgar and unbearable thing in this world. The person who wrote such words is really a disgrace to all scholars."

Saying so, he handed the manuscript to a woman in embroidered clothes beside him.

This woman was the daughter of an official and a fanatical admirer of Zhu Wenhua. She was most addicted to the romance novels of talented scholars and beautiful women.

Her literary attainment was very average, but she had read too many books and had commented on almost every popular romance novel. As a result, she had the reputation of being a talented woman in Lanshan City.

After receiving Shen Lang's "The Romance of Jin Ping Mei: The Legend of the Romance of Jin Ping Mei", she had only read one page when her heart thumped wildly and her face flushed red.

She instinctively clamped her legs together.

Really … so exciting.

So shameful, I really want to continue reading.

But I can't. I am a talented woman, I am a daughter of a noble family, I am a virtuous lady, how can I like this kind of poisonous weed?

That way, everyone will think that I am a shameless woman.

The woman hesitated for three seconds. Then, she threw Shen Lang's manuscript on the ground and stomped on it fiercely.

"Unsightly and extremely vulgar. Young Master Zhu is right. People who write such unsightly words are really a disgrace to all scholars."

Zhu Wenhua smiled proudly. He knew this would be the result.

Then, he turned to the shopkeeper of Ruyu Court and said, "Shopkeeper Mo, if you are going to publish this book, then I am very sorry. From now on, I will not be able to publish my books here because I really cannot be associated with such despicable people."

Saying so, he glanced at the woman beside him.

Even though these women were slightly moved by a handsome man like Shen Lang, they were, after all, Zhu Wenhua's fans for many years. Seeing Young Master Zhu's gaze, these women immediately adjusted their stance.

The official's daughter said, "Shopkeeper Mo, this manuscript is extremely vulgar and unsightly. If you are going to publish this book, then we will never step into your bookstore again."

As soon as this was said, the women around her all agreed.

The shopkeeper panicked. Even though there were only a dozen of them, they were indeed the leaders of the socialite circle in Lanshan City. If they were to boycott Ruyu Court, then the socialite circle in Lanshan City would boycott as well.

If that happened, the losses would be huge.

He originally wanted to publish Shen Lang's book, but he could only give up now.

Thus, the shopkeeper picked up the manuscript and respectfully returned it to Jin Mucong, saying, "The Crown Prince's book is very unique. You are indeed the descendant of a famous family. But I am very sorry, I do not have any plans to publish new books in the near future. Why don't you ask other bookstores, such as Ink Fragrance Brothel?"

Jin Mucong was instantly enraged.

This young master's book is so good, and you are actually not going to publish it? Aren't you as blind as a bat?

Shen Lang tugged at him and said, "Let's go."

In that short period of time, Shen Lang had already come up with a comprehensive plan in his mind.

Not only was the plan to step on Zhu Wenhua completed.

Even the plan to get rid of him was complete!

There were even plans for A, B, and C.

…

Shen Lang and Jin Mucong walked out of Ruyu Court.

A moment later, Zhu Wenhua blocked their way.

He revealed a light smile and said, "Shen Lang, don't waste time. With me here, there is no bookstore in the entire Lanshan City that will publish a book for you. This is not Xuanwu City, this is my Zhu clan's Lanshan City. "

Bah!

Your Zhu clan is a complete disgrace to the old aristocratic families. The governor of Yangwu County hasn't even made a move yet, and you have already knelt down and obediently handed over your land and military power.

You still have the face to say that it is your Zhu clan's Lanshan City.

"Go back, go back to your Xuanwu City." Zhu Wenhua said, "As long as I call, no one in the entire Lanshan City's bookstores will dare to publish a book for you."

Jin Mucong said coldly, "Zhu Wenhua, what right do you have to go against us?"

Shen Lang was speechless. You fat otaku, how can you say such childish and idiotic words? Aren't you giving the other party a chance to show off?

Sure enough, Zhu Wenhua smiled with a sense of superiority and said, "If I, Zhu Wenhua, want to suppress someone, do I still need a reason?"

…

Following that, Shen Lang didn't visit any other bookstores in Lanshan City.

But Jin Mucong wasn't satisfied, so he went to the Ink Fragrance Pavilion first, and was rejected.

Then, he went to the second, third, and fourth bookstores.

Without exception, they were all rejected.

Under the call of Zhu Wenhua and his fan club, as expected, no one in the entire Lanshan City was willing to publish a book for Shen Lang.

Shen Lang couldn't help but think of a saying.

A god suppresses a newcomer, a god suppresses a flop.

Bah! No!

It should be an old god suppressing a future platinum.

The sky was already dark. Jin Mucong said dejectedly, "Brother-in-law, are we just going to return home with our tails between our legs?"

Then, he gritted his teeth and said, "No, our book is so good, I don't believe it can't be published. Let's go to the neighboring Zhengyang City."

Shen Lang shook his head, "No need, follow me!"

…

An hour later!

Shen Lang came to a bookstore and saw a middle-aged man with the face of a rat.

After he took the manuscript, he skimmed through it quickly.

Very quickly, he found the bed scene and immediately read it with great interest.

"Good, good book, exciting …"

"Oh my god, there are even illustrations, the drawings are too realistic, too good …"

"Peerless book, peerless book …"

Jin Mucong was overjoyed, "Then are you willing to publish our book?"

"Yes, yes, I'm very willing." The middle-aged shopkeeper said.

Jin Mucong said, "You casually flipped through a few paragraphs and you can tell that our book is peerless?"

The wretched middle-aged man said, "Of course, I have read countless books and my heart is as calm as an ancient well. But there are some paragraphs in your book that even I can read, of course it is peerless."

Uh!

It turned out that he was specifically looking for sex scenes.

Jin Mucong said, "Then aren't you afraid of being banned by Zhu Wenhua?"

The shriveled middle-aged man reluctantly read some paragraphs and chuckled, "I'm just selling erotica, why would I be afraid of being banned?"

"Selling erotica?" The fat otaku Jin Mucong could not help but exclaim.

"What's wrong?" Shen Lang and the wretched middle-aged man looked over.

Yes, what's wrong with selling erotica? Everyone was trying to enrich the people's leisure cultural life.

"No, nothing." The fat otaku immediately backed down.

Shen Lang felt disdain in his heart. What did this fat otaku know?

Don't look at how the Ink Fragrance Building and the Jade Pavilion, these two bookstores, looked so high and mighty. In terms of distribution channels, they were far inferior to this Shopkeeper Deng who sold erotic pictures.

This Shopkeeper Deng was able to place every erotic book in every shop in Lanshan City, even the coffin shop had them.

Not only that, his business was so big that he could spread his goods to the surrounding four or five counties and more than twenty cities.

"How should I address you, shopkeeper?" Jin Mucong asked.

"This lowly one is Deng Xian." The wretched middle-aged man said.

He quickly finished reading all the parts of the manuscript that had color, praising it incessantly.

And when he saw the illustrations drawn by Shen Lang, he was even more shocked.

A master!

An absolute master!

This … this standard, this character, this charm, this degree of realism, it was much better than his erotica.

It was not that he said his things were bad, but if he were to really comment on these erotica albums, he could only use one sentence to describe it.

I can't get hard.

The style was really too freehand.

And these illustrations by Shen Lang referred to Western sketches, so the degree of realism could not be compared to the drawings in this world.

"It will definitely be a big seller, definitely a big seller." Deng Xian said, "Young Masters, if this book does not sell more than three thousand copies, I will twist my head off for you to kick like a ball."

"Three thousand copies? What a joke! "Shen Lang said," My goal is to break all the records. "

"I only have one request, that is to sell it together with the second volume of Zhu Wenhua's' Mandarin Duck Dream ', and then crush him into pieces!"

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