Hearing these words, Fan Ruoruo realized that her entire conversation with her brother had been overheard by her younger brother. She wondered if the little guy would cause trouble for her brother if he told Liu Shi. The coldness on Fan Ruoruo's face turned into a faint worry, and she glanced at Fan Xian.

Fan Sizhe's eyes had changed from shock to a hint of admiration.

"What's wrong?" Fan Xian asked, smiling strangely at him.

Fan Sizhe finally couldn't bear this seemingly gentle but actually infinitely cold gaze, and stammered, "I'm just very surprised that you wrote this book."

Fan Xian was a little puzzled: "Have you read this book?"

In his impression, people in his past life who read and loved "Dream of the Red Chamber" at the age of twelve would generally become literary youths or scoundrels who cheated on female literary youths when they grew up.

"No," Fan Sizhe quickly shook his head. "I've read some, it's very boring." After saying this, he seemed to have regained some face, and his head was held a little higher.

"It's just that the teacher has read it, and said..." He thought for a while, then told the truth, "The teacher praised it very much, saying that the author's poetic writing has a strange spirit, and his heart has a block."

These were two very high praises, and Fan Xian didn't blush, but smiled and said, "So you admire me?"

"I admire the teacher," Fan Sizhe thought for a while. "And the teacher likes to read the books you write very much."

Suddenly, a greedy look flashed in his eyes, and he envied: "And although I don't read it, I know that the manuscript is sold in volumes on the market now, and each volume can sell for eight taels of silver."

He nodded, and looked at Fan Xian with a feeling of looking at an idol: "Just writing a few words can earn so much money, it's really amazing... I seem to understand why my sister admires you so much."

"I didn't earn this money," Fan Xian casually corrected, feeling strange in his heart. The other party's perception of him had improved, not because of his full of poetry and books, but because what he wrote could make money. On second thought, he understood that his father, Count Sinan, was equivalent to the Qing Kingdom Emperor's personal financial manager, which was genetic. No wonder this little guy seemed to have a natural,狂热 love for silver and money.

Fan Sizhe rubbed his hands and said狂热ly, "But only you can write it. If you are willing to earn this money in the future, I can invest in it."

Fan Xian sighed and realized that the younger brother in front of him was actually quite naive. It was just a pity that there was a conflict of interest between him and him. Although he didn't necessarily have any ideas about the Fan family's property, Liu Shi's ideas were already deeply rooted.

Suddenly, his heart moved, and he decided to try something. After all, they were brothers connected by blood, and it was best to avoid some tragic endings if possible.

"You haven't said why you're following me. Don't you have to go to school today?" Fan Xian had made up his mind, so he was interested in chatting with this half-brother.

Although Fan Sizhe was young, he was not a 草包. He knew that the little meaning he had revealed just now had made the other party happier, so he put on a cute smile and replied tremblingly: "Because... Mom said... Brother is capable, so let me play with Brother more, it's always good to be influenced."

Fan Xian sighed in his heart, thinking that no one in the world could use the trick of pretending to be cute better than himself. He actually played it in front of him, which can be described as Fan family's pretending to be shy, Confucius family's Analects.

He understood in his heart that Fan Sizhe was following him because of Liu Shi's idea. But the other party shouldn't have to show him affection. Even if she realized that his father didn't just regard him as a tool, there was no reason to be so reckless.

The food came up, and Fan Xian moved his chopsticks like the wind, sweeping across the plates. The tip of his chopsticks was incredibly accurate, and he picked up some from each plate and put it in his mouth, completely disregarding the stunned expressions of his sister and brother beside him.

He licked his lips, tasted it carefully for a while, and Fan Xian nodded: "The diet in the capital is really good."

Fan Ruoruo was very delicate, and stopped eating after taking a few bites at will, half sideways, carefully reading "Dream of the Red Chamber". Only Fan Xian and Fan Sizhe were feasting on the table. Fan Sizhe became more and more depressed as he ate, thinking that I, the young master, am much fatter than you, but why don't I eat as much as you or as fast as you.

The more Fan Ruoruo read, the more tightly her brows furrowed. She found that the "Dream of the Red Chamber" published by this bookseller was not much different from the one in her room, except that the passage about Miss Duo was deliberately excerpted in front of the title page, which would probably make people in the capital who had read this book think that "Dream of the Red Chamber" was a book that teaches pornography.

When Fan Xian saw her expression, he knew what she was angry about. He smiled slightly and put his chopsticks on the edge of the fish plate, and said, "This is just a marketing method, what's there to be angry about?" At this time, the brother and sister's voices gradually became louder.

Fan Ruoruo vaguely guessed what a marketing method meant, while Fan Sizhe was confused.

"For example, when people buy a book, they will definitely flip through it to see what it's about, so the foreword, preface, postscript, and prologue must be clear and clear. It doesn't necessarily require you to explain the entire content of the book clearly, but it must arouse other people's interest."

Fan Xian took a sip of tea and continued, "Sister, you are angry because this unscrupulous bookseller put Miss Duo's passage at the front, and this passage obviously cannot explain the overall style of the story. Instead, it is easy to make ordinary people misunderstand that this story is a romantic story, right?"

Fan Ruoruo opened her eyes and nodded, thinking, how could she not be angry that such fragrant words were sold as such dirty things?

"But the bookseller must do this." Fan Xian looked at his sister's serious expression and couldn't help laughing. "If I were to do it, I would do it even more excessively than them. This volume has ten chapters, so ten chapter titles should be printed on the title page, with a few lines of the most tempting words written under each chapter title, so that the viewers will feel itchy in their hearts and have to buy the book and read it carefully."

"For example, what?"

"For example, like Miss Duo."

"Then how should this chapter be written?" Fan Ruoruo had already understood her brother's meaning and pointed to a place on the book with a smile. It was the twenty-third chapter: "Romance of the Western Chamber" uses clever words to communicate jokes, and "Peony Pavilion" uses beautiful songs to warn fragrant hearts. This chapter is about the past of burying flowers, and no blushing words can be found.

Fan Xian smiled and said, "Since there are the words 'beautiful songs', of course it is easy to write. If I were to do it, I would use that passage inside... Most of the people in the garden are girls, in a state of chaos, innocent and carefree, sitting and lying without avoidance, laughing and joking unintentionally, unaware of Bao Yu's thoughts at this time. Then Bao Yu felt uncomfortable and was too lazy to stay in the garden, only fooling around outside, but still痴痴的... just saw the fallen flowers forming an array."

"Then highlight all the words such as sitting and lying without avoidance, laughing and joking unintentionally, fooling around,痴痴的, and fallen flowers."

Fan Ruoruo lowered her head and thought for a while, and found that it was indeed the case. They were originally casual words, but with such a combination, plus the words "beautiful songs" on the chapter title, it would inevitably give people some room for暇想.

Her face turned slightly red, and she said in a low voice, "So brother often does this kind of improper thing."

Fan Sizhe was stunned and gave a thumbs up, "Brother, you are really talented."

Fan Xian噗 spit out all the tea in his mouth.

At this moment, an extremely arrogant voice came from the outer compartment: "Where did this妄人 come from, full of lewd thoughts, and actually dares to claim to be talented?"