Finest Servant

Lin Wanrong was also very tired that day, so he went to the chuang when he got home. In this era, the sky is blue, the water is green, the air is fresh, and the vegetables are non-toxic. In such a rare environment, it is natural to sleep comfortably.

As for those things that are full of warm thoughts*, it's not that I don't want to, it's just that I haven't figured out who to be with for the time being.

Lin Wanrong woke up early the next morning, rushed to the first group of people on the street, ate two oil cakes, drank a bowl of freshly baked bean curd brain, green food is good, and now he is full of energy and vigorous Angrily, he went to the old Dong's house.

When I arrived at Lao Dong's house, Lao Dong was drinking porridge, and he just took a half bite of the newly steamed white noodles.

"Brother Lin, you haven't had breakfast yet. Try my new steamed white noodle buns." Dong Qiaoqiao brought a bowl of porridge to Lin Wanrong and picked out the two largest white noodle buns for him.

Ever since she knew at dinner last night that Lin Wanrong is a lonely man, and that Lin Wanrong doesn't look like a son, Dong Qiaoqiao directly "downgraded" Lin Wanrong from son to brother Lin, and kindly invited Lin Wanrong to her house for three meals a day.

Alas, how embarrassing is this, Lin Wanrong is a shy person, and he can eat ten meals in five days.

The white flour steamed buns made Lin Wanrong's appetite arouse. Anyway, his nature is shameless, and it's okay to have any more.

Old Dong's eyes were red, obviously he stayed up all night last night, but Lin Wanrong was sleeping soundly last night, so disrespectful to the old man, Lin Wanrong was really embarrassed. However, it is his responsibility to do his job well.

"Uncle Dong, what happened to the photocopying over there?" Lin Wanrong asked hurriedly when Old Dong was only drinking porridge.

Old Dong wiped his mouth and pointed behind him: "Hey, behind you, there are five hundred books, all of them are there."

Lin Wanrong jumped up and swallowed half of the white-flour buns in his stomach. He turned around and saw that, as expected, five hundred booklets were neatly piled up and smelled of oil.

Lin Wanrong picked up the top book and looked through it carefully. The photocopying effect was still in the past, and the portrait of Miss Xiao was clearly visible. This chick should have never heard of the concept of portrait rights, and I made this money. Anyway, Lao Tzu is about to go in and serve her, so let's take it as her compensation.

Looking at these 500 pamphlets, Lin Wanrong was secretly happy, being the boss of the three-page tabloid, it felt really good.

"Young Master Lin, how much should we set the price for this booklet?"

Since knowing Lin Wanrong's identity as a half-hearted genius, Lao Dong's respect for Lin Wanrong has not changed in the slightest, but when he calls him son again, even Lin Wanrong's own chewing is not the same taste.

"Five taels of silver a piece." Lin Wanrong said without looking back while stroking the booklet.

With a "click", the half of the steamed bun in Uncle Dong's mouth fell straight down.

Lin Wanrong turned around and saw the eyes of their father and daughter who didn't believe they were dead.

Dong Qiaoqiao hesitated for a moment and said, "Brother Lin, do you really want to sell a copy of five taels of silver? Is this not too expensive?" Five taels of silver is the living expenses of an ordinary family for half a year, and the price is indeed quite high. No wonder the father and daughter were speechless.

"Don't believe it, five taels of silver, without a counter-offer. Do you know the word rare goods can live?" Lin Wanrong smiled mysteriously, his face was not blushing and his heart was beating, and he said boldly.

Although Lin Wanrong couldn't see the current expression on his face, he knew that his current appearance must look like a complete profiteer, and he was the most shameless. Shameless is his nature, about this, Lin Wanrong doesn't need to hide anything.

"You have to grasp the psychology of those talented people. Those who are willing to pay for this booklet don't care if you have one or two copies.

Still eleven. What they want is information, and what they want is first-hand information. For them, there is no difference between one tael and ten taels. Their principle is not to seek the best, but to seek the most expensive. This is a very wonderful psychology. "

What Lin Wanrong said, Dong Qiaoqiao's father and daughter were stunned for a while. Obviously, their understanding of human nature was not deep enough, and they needed Lin Wanrong's continued teaching.

"Think about it, as long as one person buys it now, who wants to fall behind? Who doesn't want to get first-hand information about Miss Xiao? This is the comparison effect, just like dominoes. Zhang, the rest collapsed with a bang."

Lin Wanrong missed his mouth for a while, and dominoes appeared, and he quickly explained: "In short, it is the mentality that no one can let others specialize in the former, and this booklet is going to sell well. You think, as long as One day flying up the branches and turning into a phoenix, this little money is nothing." Lin Wanrong agitated the three-inch tongue and boasted.

Dong Qiaoqiao was quick-witted and immediately thought of the problem: "But even if Miss Xiao wants to choose a husband, she can only choose one. We have four or five hundred booklets."

Lin Wanrong laughed and said: "The champion only takes one person, but the "Analects of Confucius", "Book of Songs", "Tao Te Ching" and "Mencius" are not as big sales? Before the results come out, everything is possible."

Dong Qiaoqiao is obviously a kind-hearted and good girl, and she is very good at making plans for Miss Xiao: "But I heard that there are talents from Chaimen, and many talents from poor families can't afford our booklet. Isn't that delaying Miss Xiao? a beautiful marriage.”

Lin Wanrong fainted on the spot, and this girl took them too seriously. If a small booklet could image the marriage of Miss Xiao, then the high-stakes family of Xiao would be considered a scumbag.

Facing Dong Qiaoqiao's eager eyes for knowledge, Lin Wanrong reluctantly played the role of instructor again. He sneered: "Since the wretched talents are here, they must be mentally prepared. If they are really capable, they should marry according to their true abilities. Miss Xiao, go. Come and buy our tabloids, what's the matter? If you want to climb the high branch, I can only regret it. It is not without cost to climb the dragon and the phoenix. This is the price they have to pay, so they must consider It's clear. I didn't force them to buy it, it's their own ghosts. Those real talents will never buy our books, but in this world, how many so-called brilliant talents are there? We are Merchants, pay attention to profit. We will sell to whoever pays. As for marriage matters, that is something that Miss Xiao should consider. We want to exert influence, but there is nothing we can do."

Dong Qiaoqiao, who was talking about Lin Wanrong's theory, also nodded secretly. Although he still had doubts about setting such a high price for him, he obviously accepted it.