He had found some street urchins to run around and unload the unsellable stock from his warehouse, but this was a complete departure from his original plan, veering far off the course he had set.
Moreover, to motivate these temporarily hired vendors to actively sell the official gazettes, he only charged them six copper coins—just one copper coin above his cost.
To Qiu Tao, this paltry sum wasn't even real money. The whole endeavor had taken a great deal of effort, but the bookstore had earned practically no silver.
It was no surprise he looked so sour.
His only choice was to first quickly get rid of this backed-up, old inventory. Then, he would produce a new, better-quality batch and use a price slightly lower than Guanwen Hall's to dominate the stock orders of every bookstore.
Ming Lingyi and Feng Shuyu sat in the carriage, exchanging a look.
"Catch them in the act?" Ming Lingyi asked.
"What do you think?"
