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Chapter 118

As soon as Zhao Jiner walked into Pinya Bookstore, she smelled the fragrance of paper and ink, and she couldn't help but feel refreshed. No wonder people say that there is a golden house in books.

The boss is a gentle middle-aged man in his thirties. He asked with a smile, "Girl, what book do you want to buy?"

Zhao Jiner smiled shyly and took out the five manuscripts written by Qin Muxiu from the package.

He handed it to the shopkeeper, "I am not a book buyer. This is a manuscript written by my husband. I specially asked me to bring it here to see if you accept it."

Upon hearing this, the boss said "Oh" in confusion and said with a smile, "Plan to sell me the manuscript?"

Most customers come to buy books, and a small number of them sell old books or orphans. It is the first time that they sell manuscripts.

Zhao Jiner nodded, but judging from the boss's appearance, she didn't have any hope.

Unexpectedly, the boss opened one of the books and just took a look at them, his eyes began to shiny.

I quickly flipped back and in just a moment, I roughly flipped all five books.

"I'll ask, where is your husband studying in?"

Zhao Jiner said truthfully, "He is sick and is now off school at home."

"It's impossible. I'm off at home, so how could I have a teaching draft from Yingtian Academy?"

At this time, a young man also came in to select books. When he heard the four words of Yingtian Academy, he hurriedly asked, "There is a teaching manuscript for Yingtian Academy here?"

The boss smiled and said, "Yingtian Academy is a royal academy. The teaching manuscript is sought after by many students because it was compiled by the prince's tutor and the masters. Maybe the test questions are from this teaching manuscript.

Because of this, the noble students in Beijing discussed with each other, and the teaching manuscripts of Yingtian Academy were never spread, in order to maintain their advantages, so I naturally had no choice but to sell them here.

But when I went to the capital two years ago, I had the honor to peek at the home of a distant relative who was studying in Yingtian Academy."

"Then the one in your hand..." The boy's eyes were eager for knowledge.

The boss didn't hide it and said with a smile, "What I have in my hand is the manuscript of this girl's husband, which is indeed the teaching manuscript of Yingtian Academy. I plan to collect it for her at a high price and then sell it exclusively to the students of Moyun Academy."

When the boy heard this, his eyes turned red with anxiety, "Boss, you are not very unfair to other students, you are like this?"

The boss smiled calmly, "I am just a businessman. When doing business, I must maximize my interests."

The boy listened to the boss's meaning, a poor student who could not even afford to enter a college and could only find a review at home to study, would not be able to afford this manuscript, and he could not help but be disgusted.

Zhao Jin'er listened on the side, feeling that the Yingtian Academy they mentioned seemed very powerful.

The books handwritten by my husband are the teaching manuscripts that this academy will never be passed down.

Moreover, the boss wants to pay a high price to collect the manuscript?

"Boss...how much do you plan to pay for this manuscript?"

Although the boss is elegant, he is definitely the smartest businessman style.

Immediately asked, "How much does a girl plan to pay?"

Zhao Jiner tilted her head and thought about it. She spent about one or two taels of money to buy pens, ink and paper. Asu dragged her sick body that had not yet been cured, and sat on the small table to write and write every day. It was really hard.

Then... five taels?

Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, try it, you can give up the price again if you really can't.

She stretched out five fingers tremblingly.

The boss saw her five fingers and curled his lips, "Girl, although this manuscript is expensive, your price is too high! The shop can't get so many for a while, please give it a little."

Zhao Jiner licked her lips. Is it more than five taels?

That... four taels?

While hesitating, the boss pressed her fingers down two.
Chapter completed!
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