Lin Wanrong was also extremely tired that day, and as soon as he got home, he went to bed. In this era, the sky is azure, the water is emerald green, the air is fresh, and the vegetables are non-toxic. Under such a rare environment, it's natural to sleep comfortably.

  As for those romantic things, it's not that I don't want to, it's just that I haven't figured out who with yet.

  The next day, Lin Wanrong woke up early and joined the earliest crowd on the street. He ate two oil cakes and drank a bowl of freshly baked tofu brain. Green food is good, now he was full of energy and spirit, and walked to Lao Dong's house with a swagger.

  Arrived at Old Dong's home, Old Dong was drinking porridge, and had just taken a bite of the newly steamed white bun.

  "Lin, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you? Try some of my freshly steamed buns." Dong Qiaoqiao brought over a bowl of porridge for Lin Wanrong and picked out two of the largest white buns to hand to him.

  Since learning that Lin Wanrong was a lone orphan at dinner last night, and no matter how she looked at Lin Wanrong, he didn't seem like a young master, Dong Qiaqiao directly "demoted" Lin Wanrong from young master to Brother Lin, and warmly invited Lin Wanrong to have three meals a day at her home.

  Alas, how can this be good? Lin Wanrong is a shy person, and eating more than ten meals in five days would be enough.

  Bai Mian Mantou made Lin Wan Rong's appetite surge, and since he was naturally shameless, he might as well have some more. He loudly exclaimed: "Just right, Qiao Qiao, I haven't eaten my fill yet, thank you!"

  Lao Dong's eyes were bloodshot, clearly having stayed up all night. Lin Wanrong, on the other hand, had slept soundly through the night. He felt a bit guilty for not showing more respect to his elders, but doing his job well was also part of his responsibility.

  "Uncle Dong, how's the photocopying going over there?" Lin Wanrong asked hastily as he saw Old Dong only drinking porridge.

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

  Lin Wanrong suddenly jumped up, and half a white steamed bun was swallowed into his belly. He turned around to take a look, and indeed, the 500 small booklets were stacked neatly, still emitting a fragrant oil scent.

  Lin Wanrong picked up the top one, carefully flipped through it, and the photocopy effect was acceptable. The portrait of Xiao Jiejie was also clear. This little girl should not have heard of the concept of portrait rights, this money let Laozi earn it. Anyway, Laozi is about to go in and serve her, just consider it as her compensation.

  Looking at these 500 little books, Lin Wanrong felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart. As the boss of three small newspapers, this feeling was indeed not bad.

  "Lin Gongzi, how much shall we price this little book?"

  Since learning about Lin Wanrong's true identity as a half-baked genius, Old Dong's respect for him hasn't changed in the slightest. However, whenever he calls him "Young Master" now, even Lin Wanrong himself can't help but feel that it doesn't quite taste the same anymore.

  "Five taels of silver for one book." Lin Wanrong stroked the small booklet with a loving touch, saying without turning his head.

  With a "pa" sound, the half bun that Dong Shu had in his mouth fell straight down.

  Lin Wanrong turned around and saw their disbelieving eyes, couldn't help but laugh, and said: "What, you don't believe it?"

  Dong Qiaoqiao hesitated for a moment and said, "Lin brother, are you really going to sell it for five taels of silver per copy? Isn't this too expensive?" Five taels of silver was half a year's living expenses for an ordinary family, so the price was indeed not low, no wonder the father and daughter were tongue-tied.

  "Don't be unbelieving, five taels of silver, and no haggling. Do you know the phrase 'a rare commodity is hard to come by'?" Lin Wanrong said with a mysterious smile, her face not flushing or her heart racing, speaking boldly without shame.

  Although Lin Wanrong couldn't see the expression on his own face, he knew that his current appearance must be exactly like a thorough scoundrel, and the most shameless kind. Shamelessness was originally his nature, and about this point, Lin Wanrong didn't need to hide anything.

  "You have to grasp the psychology of those geniuses. People who are willing to spend money on this little book don't care if it's one or two taels, or ten taels per copy. What they want is information, what they want is first-hand material. One tael and ten taels make no difference to them. Their principle is not to seek the best, but to seek the most expensive, this is a very strange psychology."

  Lin Wanrong's words left Dong Qiaoqiao and her father stunned, clearly they didn't understand human nature deeply enough and needed Lin Wanrong's further guidance.

  "Think about it, now that someone has bought it, who wants to fall behind others? Who doesn't want to get their hands on the first-hand information about Xiao's sister? This is the bandwagon effect, just like dominoes, once one tile is pushed, the rest will come crashing down."

  Lin Wanrong accidentally let the cat out of the bag, and all the dominoes came tumbling out. He hastily explained: "In short, it's just that no one can bear to let others be in the spotlight, which is why this little book of ours will sell like hotcakes. Think about it, once you fly up to the treetops and become a phoenix, what's a little money compared to that?" Lin Wanrong was stirring up his three-inch tongue, boasting wildly.

  Dong Qiaoqiao's mind was quick, and she immediately thought of the problem: "But even if Xiao Jiejie wants to choose a husband, she can only choose one. We have four or five hundred copies of this little book."

  Lin Wanrong smiled and said, "The champion can only take one person, but aren't the Analects of Confucius, the Book of Songs, the Tao Te Ching, and Mencius all bestsellers? Before the results are out, anything is possible."

  Dong Qiaoqiao was obviously a kind-hearted good girl, very considerate of Xiao's thoughts: "But I heard that the Chai family produces talented sons, many poor families' talented sons, they can't afford our little book. Wouldn't that delay Miss Xiao's beautiful marriage?"

  Lin Wanrong fainted on the spot, this girl was too arrogant, thinking that a small booklet could affect Xiao's marriage, if so, then the Xiao family's reputation would be ruined.

  Facing Dong Qiaoqiao's eager eyes, Lin Wanrong reluctantly played the role of instructor again. He coldly smiled and said: "Since the talented scholars have come, they should be prepared mentally. If they really have skills, they should rely on their true abilities to marry Miss Xiao. Coming to buy our small newspapers is just a trivial matter. If they want to climb up the social ladder through this, I can only feel sorry for them. Climbing the dragon and attaching to the phoenix is not without cost; this is the price they have to pay. Therefore, they must think carefully. I didn't force them to buy; it's their own guilty conscience. Those true talents would absolutely not buy our books. But in this world, how many of these so-called noble and virtuous talents are there? We are businessmen who prioritize profits. Whoever pays, we sell to whoever. As for the marriage, that is Miss Xiao's problem to consider; we want to exert influence but also have no way."

  Lin Wanrong's words made Dong Qiaoqiao nod secretly, and although she still had some doubts about the high price he set, she seemed to have accepted it somewhat.