The rise of the country from the entertainment industry

Chapter 174 Tomorrow, I'll Read It Tomorrow
"Even if the reader's evaluation is good, it's useless. The subject matter is too unpopular, so it won't be well received."

The person who said this was Long Ya, the editor in charge of Grandpa Wang.

Although saying this at this time is a bit suspicious of destroying one's ambition.

But what Longya said was indeed somewhat reasonable.

Because the same is true for the previous science fiction novels, which received rave reviews, but the final sales were still not satisfactory.

There are only a small number of people who read science fiction, and they are very satisfied, that is, watching it for fun.

This kind of works that are popular but not popular can be used for gold, but the real profit of the company depends on the sales of novels.

At the beginning, the editor-in-chief also supported the physical publication of the epitaph with this idea.

I didn't expect the offline sales of "Observer" to be high at all.

... Even because of the promotion of Mr. Jiang and Mr. Xueqian, online sales have exploded.

"The offline sales haven't come out yet, are you just looking downcast?"

The editor-in-chief was very dissatisfied with the status of the editors: "Evaluations can't represent everything. Others don't know, but don't you editors know? Do readers think they are arrogant and honest?"

"And didn't the sales of "Too Wild Swallowing Heaven" barely meet our expectations? It's just that the sales of "Collapse Immortal" and "Observer" are just a little short."

Hearing this, a glimmer of hope ignited in the eyes of the editors.

But the deputy editor quietly pouted.

Or say that he is the editor-in-chief and he is the deputy editor-in-chief.

With this ability to draw big cakes, he can only give a thumbs up and shout 666 on the side.

There are indeed very few works that are well received or not, but there are not many works that are well received or not.

"Let's end the meeting." The editor-in-chief waved his hand.

When everyone left, the seriousness on the editor-in-chief's face dissipated immediately, and his face was full of sadness, which was not as good as the editors just now.

The deputy editor smiled wryly: "Let's wait for the first week's sales statistics of the three books."

"Hey! That's the only way, maybe there will be a miracle?" The editor-in-chief sighed.

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At the same time, outside a male dormitory at Huaqing University in Kyoto.

With a tired face, Zheng Li pushed the door in with a book under his arm.

He is a doctoral student at Huaqing University and is currently working on a project with his supervisor.

Of course, that's the way it is said, to be precise, it's to start with and gain insights.

Zheng Li dragged his body, wrote today's experience in his diary, and organized his notes.

It was only 12 o'clock in the evening, and I collapsed on the bed on time.

I was about to close my eyes and rest when I suddenly remembered something.

He picked up the science fiction novel called The Observer from the table.

It was recommended to him by a friend of his who is still studying for a Master of Arts.

It was the break time at that time, when Zheng Li was strolling outside, he suddenly received a message from him.

"Dididi, Brother Li, do you know what ball lightning is? Is there really a ball lightning?"

Seeing this, Zheng Li was startled, he thought he was drunk and told about his mentor's project.

But after thinking for a long time, the last time the two drank was a year ago.

His friend had never been interested in science, and fell asleep when he heard physics and mathematics.

I dragged the other party to chat a few times, but he fell asleep directly, so after that, the two never talked about this topic again.

Now suddenly ask...

"Yes, but why do you suddenly ask that?" Zheng Li asked puzzled.

"I recently read a science fiction novel called "The Observer". It's very good! Hey, by the way, don't you study physics? You can also read it if you have time!"

Zheng Li: "..."

The corner of his mouth twitched, and then he replied: "Science fiction is at most half a civil science, and it's not even a civil science, so it can fool you readers who don't know how to do it."

"Anyway, I feel that the description inside is quite professional, similar to what you told me last time."

Didn't you fall asleep last time...

Zheng Li didn't care whether he could see it or not, he shook his head and replied: "That's for sure, basic scientific knowledge can be found on the Internet, since people dare to write science fiction novels, they still need to do basic homework. "

"Okay, okay, anyway, if you have time, you can go and have a look, maybe you can find some inspiration?"

Zheng Li looked at his friend's reply with a bit of a smile.

After that, on the way home, I happened to pass by a bookstore. Zheng Li's heart was moved, he hesitated, and went in to buy the "Observer" mentioned by this friend.

As a half-scientist, he actually liked reading scientific novels when he was in high school.

But after reading three or four books, they were either "love novels" in "sci-fi skin", or cool novels with soft science fiction.

I'm not interested anymore.

If this novel can be liked by my friend who is a waste of science, it is probably a soft science fiction with no connotation.

It's just that since I wrote about spherical lightning, maybe I can find some inspiration?

Thinking of this, Zheng Li was amused by himself.

The concept of ball lightning is too realistic. Although it is an unsolved mystery, what tricks can be written? Is it a wormhole that communicates with another universe?

It's a bit boring.

Forget it, just relax.

Li Zheng lay on the bed, picked up "The Observer", and flipped through a few pages at random.

As a result, as soon as the title page was opened, "Jiang Li" was placed there in two flamboyant characters.

"Is there even an autograph? Wait, isn't the author called Epitaph?"

He scratched his head in wonder, but didn't take it to heart.

However, after reading for 2 minutes, Zheng Li was a little surprised to find that the knowledge in this book is quite professional, and the author still has something.

However, this knowledge is relatively basic.

So Zheng Li flipped through it casually, only to be surprised to find that, except for the lack of calculations and formulas, the details and theories were all explained clearly.

"It seems that the author understands it very well."

Ordinary amateurs simply don't have such a wealth of physics knowledge!
He gradually became a little interested, and looked at it from the beginning again.

As the pages turned over, Zheng Li became more and more absorbed, more and more involved.

Suddenly, the phone rang an alarm, and Zheng Licai suddenly came back to his senses and looked at the time.

"Fuck, it's already two o'clock? You have to go to the experiment tomorrow!"

But he has been completely attracted by "The Observer", and he can't wait to finish watching it in one go.

He thought it was a soft sci-fi, but after watching a part of it, he suddenly found out.

Not soft at all, very hard!

The breaking point is in the whole research process, and the foothold is in theory. The whole novel is like a scientific research note with a plot that spans ancient and modern times.

He saw the appearance of a theoretical physicist like a magic stick, that is, Ding Yi.

It always feels like a cat scratching my heart.

It's just that if you go to bed after reading this book, you won't get a good rest tonight, which may affect your state tomorrow.

Gritting his teeth, Zheng Li held back his reluctance, closed the book, and with great perseverance, turned off the lights and went to sleep!
"Tomorrow, see you tomorrow!"

(End of this chapter)