"It's about time."
Look at the clock. Paul snaps. Milene, waiting for time with her by her side, was restlessly holding hands.
"Finally, the time has come..."
The city of Saint-Terre is not pleasant today - but it is bad weather. By the way, the clouds covering the sky are thin, clean white, with no sign of rain. The weather was one of great concerns, so the officials woke up and looked first at the sky, relieving themselves of their breasts.
On this day an ad will appear in all the newspapers to be printed in Saint-Terre. I've wanted to advertise and keep well informed for a few days if I could, but I just didn't have enough money. I asked for high-end paper as well as popular paper, so it's a lot about advertising costs. The majority of the expenses were spent on publicity. Even if a thousand books are sold out, they are in complete deficit. If you don't mind, Paul didn't get out of hand. I struck as many hands as I could hit with a single thought that I wanted more people to know and read than I could make money.
The launch will be announced simultaneously on each paper today. Efforts were made to be listed in as prominent a place as possible, so many would see it.
Of course that's not enough. Paul ran everywhere because not all people read the newspaper every day. I also asked for a sign, and an acquaintance asked me to put a drape on it.
I also printed a lot of flyers and handed them out in the streets. I asked Mariel what she would do because she wanted me to split it a little, and she said she would hang out at the Royal Palace. If you're surprised you can do that,
"Of course it's sneaky. I ask you to leave someone's drops and forgetfulness somewhere where people often go - to your father and brother."
And I said something grandiose that I couldn't really praise.
Mariel is a kid who hasn't debuted the social world yet, and in the first place, her house isn't big enough to get into and out of a royal palace salon. My father and brother used to climb the castle every day when I worked in the bureau.
He said that if he could be found, he would be severely reprimanded and ashamed, but his daughter took on his sweet father very well. My brother also reluctantly took on the favor of a distant sister of his age to succeed in his publicity work more skillfully than his father.
"The Royal Palace has a lot of staff. They are highly paid and definitely educated people. No one can read or write a book because reading or writing is mandatory even for junior women officials. And I'm hungry for entertainment because I work at the residence. Looking forward to shopping in the city for occasional holidays, do you think it's routine to ask each other to grab a hold of each other? If you see a flyer like this, there are people who would love to. I assure you. Perhaps not only the staff, but also the noblemen's wife."
The girl, who said that with a bad face, had also asked her mother for help.
"My mother loves to chat a lot. A lot of people are similar to your friends."
If you bring it up for discussion at a gathering between your wives, it will pass from mouth to mouth. That's how information is often exchanged in the social world, and he said that if we advertised it around the corner again, it would spread to upstream women in less time.
I don't think you can read with all the more concern for decency, such as the wife of a nobleman, but many ladies secretly prefer to read while pretending not to be ostensibly interested, Mariel says. Rumors don't spread if you're not really interested. But as she aimed, this story happened to be known in the social world.
I didn't get into Countess Frovel's ears here because of the different layers of interaction. It varies when you say noble in a bite, and there is too much inequality and no contact between the Viscount Clarac and the Countess Frovel. As a result, only the middle-class ladies were able to obtain the information in advance. It turned out ironically that the higher nobles would be late.
- It turned out to be more of a story later, and Paul and the others on the launch date still didn't know how well publicized they were, and were in the midst of anxiety.
The front door of the Melanchon family is cleaned up and the door is wide open to await visitors. We also installed signs for guidance, so guests won't get lost. A brand new issue is piled up on the desk where I put it to compartmentalize the outside and inside, with the smell of ink. Inventory is also piled up in the back hallway, ready to be taken out of the back as soon as there is not enough. In time, Grace noticed that she might need change, and the coins and notes she had collected in large amounts were put in the drawer. Now you should be ready. All you have to do is wait for the guests to come.
Neighbors walk past the narrow alley in front of the house. Many people look this way at what they're doing, but no one came close. Milaine's face gets harder and harder in the kind of atmosphere that is being rolled away.
The clock needle finally pointed to ten o'clock. The sale is on. But there are no customers yet. People just go through too much right in front of them.
There's no rush, it's still to come - and Paul doesn't feel comfortable inside either. The guests looked around the corner to see if they would come, and the girls in good standing would show up.
"Good morning, Master Milene, Mr. Satti"
Mariel came to them with her best friend Julienne.
"Good morning, dear Mariel, dear Julienne"
"Hey, you're early."
Mariel happily lowered her face to the new issue lined up at her desk and just took her purse out of her handkerchief.
"Maybe we're the best riders?
"Oh, nobody's coming yet"
Paul said with a mockery that the girls just laughed fun.
"That was worth the rush."
"I was forced to leave my brother wanting to follow me around. You have to buy a souvenir and go home."
Take one book each and pay for it.
"Well, like that... I can't believe you asked Mariel and the others to give you the money"
Mariel shook her head when Milene tried to shy away, but it was outrageous.
"This is a sale, and if you want, it's natural to give money to buy it. Just because a seller knows someone, I don't think it's thick to just have them."
"If you pay the regular price, you can put your chest up and say it's yours. It's not something you owe me, it's something you got yourself. Isn't that nice?
Hey, and the girls laugh at each other as they like. Paul also laughed and received the price.
"Thanks"
Even if you bought it for me in a relationship, I'm happy with its roots. He rushed all the way from the northern aristocracy so early. They are good children.
When they were most ready to serve as guests, Marielle and the others snuck in through the side of the desk. Greet Grace with a peek in the face from the back and wait for a guest visit with Paul. He seems willing to sell too, but will he need all this manpower? All the sellers are getting busier.
"Who are your sisters?
Marcel comes when he hears his voice. The appearance of the adorable toddler deprived the girls of their consciousness. People stood in front of the front door when Paul laughed bitterly that he could have done three things and that he wasn't going to help.
"Um, I need this book..."
A middle-aged woman stands, looking back when she is spoken to. I would hesitate to be confused as to whether this would be a good place to stay at the front door of a very different general home than a normal shop. But the gaze was directed straight at the book on the desk.
"Yes. Um, are you buying?
"Ha, yes...... uh, that's, like, ten volumes of" Blooming by the Road, "right? Andre Legrand's......"
Milene holds her chest down. Undoubtedly a guest, Paul's chest also rattled.
"That's right. It's the first new issue in a decade. However, the author's name has been changed to Milene Ferrier. Andre Legrand was a name for pretending to be a man."
"Oh, yes, I know. Yes… it really continues…"
The woman's eyes weep. She also tried to clog her chest with emotion again.
"I can't believe I can read more... I didn't think I could do it anymore"
Paul took one book and offered it out to the lady.
"This is the true complete edition. I will confidently recommend it if you enjoy it."
The lady took it when she broke her face. I pay the price and go home with my head down again and again. Even though this is the one to thank for buying it, I'm just saying thank you for selling it. Milene couldn't get over it and wiped her eyes.
"You know, you were really looking forward to it."
Mariel crushes at the look of the woman leaving. Right, Paul nodded.
"Even one will be rewarded with someone who will be glad to. I'm so glad I made it."
"Oh, why do you think there's only one? There are still a lot of them coming. It's only now that I can relax - no, maybe it's over."
"Huh?"
Mariel nodded to me and I looked at the end of the road, and people were about to come into the alley more and more. It's just women. Everyone walked back to something, finding this one and gaining momentum and advancing.
"Look, we're getting to work. Good luck with your temper."
A small hand whisks Paul's back in amazement. The crowd quickly became available and the books sold one after the other.
"This! This, please!
"Hey, this way first! Don't interrupt!
"This way, please!
"Line up! Line up in order! Because there are enough!
"It's sixteen algiers a book! Please try not to change!
The tranquility just a little while ago seems to be a lie. Occasionally, the front door of the Melanchon family turned into a battlefield. When this needs to be lined up, Paul leaves the sellers to Mariel and the others to go outside. We lined up our guests to avoid neighborhood trouble and kept calling out not to spread all over the road.
"Also, I don't have any more books!
"I'm getting it out of the back!
"Oh Ka-san, I don't have a book!
"Yeah? It's gone already?
There's a lot of noise inside. Grace and Milene carry the book for the time being, and Mariel and Julienne sell it. I was fortunate to have only one type of book to deal with. Even the first ladies, such as the seller, are somehow judged. I just had a customer who bought a bunch of books from time to time, and that's when I needed to work my head off the calculations. Simple additions and calculations, which are usually unusual, do not turn heads well in this fuss. If I accidentally cheapen it, it would still be expensive. Mariel and the others calculated desperately to make no mistake.
"Yes, maybe it's the castle staff."
"You asked for someone else's share."
What a customer I even bought twenty books and was so worried that I could take them home properly.
"Hey, don't you have a bag or something?"
"Huh, bags, bags?
"Wait, I'm coming back!
Grace jumps into the kitchen and retracts the bag. "How about this?" He grabbed the hemp bag his mother showed him and turned back, retrieving the book from a massive customer and putting it in.
"Maybe we should get some strings."
"At least tie it up and you won't have to worry about breaking it on your way home"
Consider measures for similar guests that will come in the future as they drop off their backs that are thus leaving. In the meantime, the book kept selling and people's rows never broke. Banknotes and currency fly between customers and sellers. I can't afford to sort it carefully, so I'll throw it in the pom pom drawer. One of these days it was going to flood, so this made the hemp bag work again. I'm not in the mood to deal with gold anymore. A note is thrown into the bag so that even the potatoes are not made.
"This is the last time!
That's what Grace, who brought in the inventory, said when it was about two hours after the sale started.
"The last thing, is that all? You don't have any left?
Paul peeks into the house in surprise. The number of books piled behind the Mariels was about fifty. Prepare a thousand, less than a hundred left. In other words, it would have sold more than 900 copies.
"You're lying, you're not wrong"
"It's not a mistake, it's really everything. I already gave it all away."
Grace says back as she sweats on her forehead. Both Paul and Milene stared at the rest of the book unbelievably.
"It's not strange because there are so many people here."
"Even the money is saving so much, and I'm pretty sure it sold full"
Mariel and Julienne say as they deal with customers. The two of them, who had been selling for two hours, had withered their voices a little. Indeed, it continued to sell for a long time shortly after the break. Two hours with that momentum, it wasn't surprising that it sold more than nine hundred.
…………
The reader waits, Paul has said over and over again. I believed many would be pleased. But I can only be surprised at this result. Only two hours, and that's all that brought together over nine hundred people. If you look at the people still in line, you'll see it won't take until it's sold out. More than expected - no, it was an unexpected achievement.
I'm glad to hear it, but I still don't know what it feels like. I can't wipe away the feeling that it's not some mistake. Paul became useless in front of the selling girls at best, staring at people blurry as fools.
"Hey, who are you saying no to and doing this business!?"
"Out of the way, neighborhood nuisance!
There are men who have suddenly interrupted along with their rough voices, drawing Paul's consciousness back. The momentum pushed the women in line, pulling them apart, and the two men came stuck together.
"Sorry for the inconvenience"
Paul stood in front of the sales counter and covered Marielle and the others behind him.
"I'm sure you've decided to do business here on your own and be annoying!
I wondered if the neighbors had come to complain, but they are bad patterned people for it. Rather than yelling angrily at me, it's the atmosphere I've come to attribute it to from the beginning. Paul quickly ran his eyes around him to make sure the guest line wasn't so messy. The number of people has also decreased considerably and has calmed down. I'm not blocking the entrance to the next apartment man. Of course I wasn't making a loud noise, so this wasn't the way they yelled at me.
Once again, if you turn your eyes back on the men, they're young people who don't seem very forthright. I say you shouldn't judge people by their appearance, but this would be who they look like.
"Are you a neighbor? I'm sorry to disturb you, but I was careful not to disturb the traffic. I've spoken to the landlord in advance to make sure he understands."
"Oh? I'm telling you, I'm in the way! Reality is bothering you!
Paul, in the back of his hand, sneaked a signal to the Mariels. If something happens to a strange person who comes and harasses him, he tells him to run right into the back. With all the women around me, I guess these people are also threatening me with songs. I had told them to flee immediately if it seemed dangerous because it would be difficult for them to do harm.
Mariel and Julienne pull themselves off the sales table. Even though they were ladies who were going to pass out instantly if they were teased by the roasters, they both had liver resting on them. Hurry up and take the gold out of the drawer and throw it in the hemp bag, holding it tight. They knew they couldn't leave this behind.
Of course I see it well from the two of us who have teased me about such behavior. I proceeded to push Paul away with a nasty laugh.
"You made a lot of money. If that's all you got, you can give me a nuisance fee."
I guess that was what I was after from the start, stretching my arms to take the hemp bag away. Paul grabbed the arm and pulled it back.
"Get in the back and lock up!
I tell Marielle and the others with my arms open to beatings. Grace hugs Marcel, who seems frightened and crying, and runs out first. Mariel and Julienne also continued after that. Milene hesitated to ask if she could abandon Paul, and her legs couldn't move. But it's the only way she could have been here. Paul continued yelling, telling him to go quickly.
"You don't want to!
"Be quiet and pay the nuisance fee and I'll forgive you!
They're coming at Paul for two. The guests around him screamed and scattered. Paul prepares for a major injury. No matter how beaten you were, you couldn't give up here. If we don't manage to hold out until Grace and the others call the cops. Of course I wouldn't have anything to say if I could get rid of it on my own, but I'm not so sure of my arm. The other two seem to be used to it. How far can I go - and when I ate up my teeth, the man in front of me suddenly disappeared.
"- Huh?"
I didn't know for a second what happened. A good person stands in the place of relaxation. He was a pale blonde young man of Paul's age. He is tall and fit, and then he has a beautiful face. The watery eyes behind the glasses looked down at the man at his feet as cold as ice.
That's where Paul notices too. A man who was about to hit the nearby pole was rolling to the ground about what had happened.
"What the..."
The blonde gently scratches the other one trying to grab her suddenly without moving a single eyebrow. At the same time his arm moved and grabbed his opponent's wrist. In an instant the twist is up and the relaxation screams. Where the man at his feet stood up and tried to assault him with anger, he thrust the man he had grabbed and blew them both away.
"... you have a string"
The young man, who looked around, caught his eye even though a string for packaging was available on the sales table.
"I'm holding it down, can you tie it up with that"
"Uh, yes?
I walk over to the loose ends with Paul leaving my eyes black-and-white. I still seized him without difficulty trying to get violent and nodded Paul.
"Tie this place up, please"
Instruct the two men lightly and alone. Paul tied the men's wrists as they were told. The two were connected to each other on their backs and couldn't even get up. Only the mouth is cursing cheerfully, but there is no such thing as trying to stand up and get pulled by the other side and buttocks on. A laugh rose from the guests who were running away.
"I thought you were letting me sit here."
It is difficult for guests to approach the noisy men in front of them, even though they cannot move freely. When the blonde grabbed the two collars, she walked with long legs. Two adult men who seem to weigh quite a bit, gently drag them to the edge of the road. The wanderings were wiggling their legs at birth and trying to kick them, and they were kicking them the other way around. My heels are dull and stuffy. Paul saw. A blonde young man had the look of a moment gone by. Apparently, as far as he was concerned, he was going to be considerably less modest. That one seems to have been inadvertently overpowered and inadvertently caused a direct hit to the steeple.
"... well, you're not going to die"
I also heard him crush, etc. Who the hell are you? It's not a dimension like getting used to it. Whatever you think, you're a bastard. Paul twisted his neck thinking that he was a soldier because of his good physique - and wondered if anything similar had happened somewhere.
Such a blonde young man returns before him.
"I'll call the cops and have them pick it up, can you get one before then"
Put your hand in your pocket and take out your wallet. Oh, Paul nodded with a paralyzed thought as to whether this was also a guest.
"Hi...... I'm sixteen Algiers. Um, the cops probably went to see our landlord."
"Really, I hope so. Sixteen... this and this"
Make sure you're not used to it somewhere. The youth take out the money and give it to Paul. It was a beautiful note like the one I just got out of the bank.
"Uh, thank you. Thanks to you for your help."
"No, because we just happened to be together. But you should think of a few more measures. If you find you have a lot of money where you can easily get it out, the uncomfortable will come too. We should be more careful about getting more men and putting money away from the outside."
"Yes, sir"
It's about the same age, but it's powerful. Paul shrugged his neck feeling like a teacher scolded him. Furthermore, the youth continue to say "by the way".
"What kind of book is this?
I bought it without knowing it, and Paul quickly caught sight of it. The young man has a serious face.
"Maybe someone asked you to?
"Yeah, well, to my mother"
Oh, I'm convinced I will. Weren't you a male reader waiting for the sequel like Paul? Too bad.
"Well, I'd like your mother to hear something exciting, but it's a bit of an old popular novel. It's the first sequel in ten years."
"Ten years...... you did say that"
"Tell your mother thanks for remembering"
Nodding strangely, the young man turns his back on Paul. He walked tightly, riding refreshingly on a horse he had just noticed but connected nearby. It's like a story prince. There are so many things that don't suit this lifelike alley. It's like a peacock swamped around a chicken farm.
What a cool guy to leave, the female customers around also forgot their shopping and inadvertently dropped off. to where everyone is in love, Mariel is probably back from the back of the house
"Mr. Satti? Um, are you okay? Mr. Grace is on his way to get a cop right now... and who were those people earlier?
Paul turns back to me with a voice. The guests around us have gathered again, remembering their purpose.
"Bring me the change. Those guys are tied up and they can't move, so it's okay."
Now Paul is in charge of the sale and instructs Mariel and the others to stay inside the house. We didn't all have to work hard anymore. There are dozens of books left, and that's diminishing.
By the time the cops finally arrived to collect the loose ends, they had sold out clean and refreshing. I raise my dissatisfaction knowing that the guests who came after me didn't make it. At first, I apologized and hoped to pick it up, but I couldn't find a way to come next. It wasn't just women. Some men came looking for me instead of me. They don't give up when they hear they're sold out and complain if they can handle it. The noise just never subsided and expanded, finally letting Paul decide.
"We will be selling extra soon! Please wait while we print to get to everyone!
Self-publishing that you can't even put in a bookstore. I sold it on the doorstep of a private house and had the anxiety of how much I would judge. Paul's advertisement was derided. The source of the luxury paper reluctantly asked me to take it down and post it. Sometimes he was harassed during the installation of a sign.
How many would have told me you couldn't sell this much? Waste of money made me shudder, and Paul gave up on cost recovery, etc. You don't have to make any money, even if it reaches one reader who's been waiting - to make that wish.
The fact that it sold in just a few hours surprised the whole Saint-Terre. The people who were making fun of Paul and Milene also had to change their expressions for this result.
There's no way you can sell something a woman wrote? Who said that? The true reader waited. No matter how badly I was acclaimed, I didn't forget to wait for a piece that I thought was interesting.
- After this, there were similar disturbances as there were ten years ago. The people who wanted to deny it, no matter what, tried to discredit it for nothing, but it didn't work. Additional printed books also happen to be sold out in the meantime, and additional additions will have to be ordered. I sold it from the side where I made it. I can tell when it's going to be a business. The bookstore has offered to handle it, but it was never sold outside the melancholy family. Paul was troubled, but Grace called out to the neighborhood acquaintance to gather the men's hands. Pay me to hire and get help. That solved the crime prevention measures as well. Payroll expenses are incurred, but they are cheaper than paying a bookstore for a consignment. And the sales were already in black, there was plenty of room. I was also able to offer my gratitude to the melancholic who was the best collaborator and offered me a place.
This every one of them will prompt the Melanchon family to run a bookstore in full swing. The old house is remodeled and the ground floor becomes a store. By then Paul had left the boarding house and lived in another room, but he didn't have to worry about his former landlords. There's no way the guys around can leave a good working woman alone forever. Marcel had a new father, who was reliably protecting his family.
Talks like that, a little further. Now I didn't have time to immerse myself in the aftermath, and it was Paul running around busily.