Variety show: The school's male gods, and the days when they were classmates with female stars

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At this time, a certain family.

A woman walked into the bedroom in a hurry, and without thinking about it, she lifted the quilt off her daughter.

""Blossoms Like Brocade" is on sale, go buy it with me, I'm afraid it will be sold out later."

The girl lying on the bed opened her eyelids, waved her hand and said, "It's fine if you can't just buy it online."

"The bookstore is downstairs, just around the corner."

The girl struggled to get up from the bed.

She sat on the bed and looked at her mother, and said helplessly, "What's so good about this book?"

"You know what, that's a book written by a great writer."

The girl rolled her eyes helplessly, "You say you can't understand it, why don't you buy "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" and read it."

"Watching "Ghost Blowing the Lantern", didn't you listen to Mr. Wang Hongwen! That "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" is a running account."

"What's the journal? I heard the story, and the story was told very well."

The woman rolled her eyes impatiently, "Forget it, if you don't accompany me, I will go by myself."

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At this time Peking University.

a dormitory.

"Teacher Wang Hongwen's book will be on sale soon, do you guys want to go to the bookstore to buy it?" 5, a girl asked.

"Which bookstore are you going to? You still have to queue up, so let's just buy online."

"You guys buy it, I won't buy it, I'm not interested in this kind of book."

"I'm not interested either. Let's wait for the release of "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" tomorrow."

After Wang Hongwen posted on Weibo, he walked towards the office building of the Writers Association.

The place where he lives is not far from the office building, just two steps away.

Pass the bookstores on both sides of the street.

Wang Hongwen glanced curiously.

The publicity boards at the entrance of the bookstore are all promoting "Flowers Like Brocade".

In order to facilitate customers to buy, tables are placed at the entrance of each store.

And on the table is "Flowers Like Brocade".

The staff of the bookstore are making preparations and will be ready to sell when the time comes.

There is a Great Wall line in front of these bookstores.

When the time came, the team started moving.

Just after 8 o'clock, online and offline sales will start at the same time!

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At this time, Huaxia Literature and Art Publishing House.

The editor-in-chief and Xiaoyan were sitting in front of the computer, looking at the sales data of "Blossoms Like Brocade" in the background.

Inventory is decreasing little by little.

The editor-in-chief nodded in satisfaction.

Xiaoyan pointed to the data displayed on the computer, and said excitedly, "As expected of a book written by an author, the data is just extraordinary!"

It's only been on sale for 10 minutes.

3000 copies have been sold online!

"Our publicity is also in place. The promotional posters in the bookstore these days are all books by Mr. Wang Hongwen, and there are not many promotional posters for "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" at all."

Xiaoyan smiled, "How can Huaxia Friendship Publishing House compare with our publishing house!"

An hour later, 1 copies were sold online.

At this moment, the editor-in-chief's phone rang.

The editor-in-chief glanced at the caller ID.

Teacher Wang Hongwen's name is displayed on the screen of the mobile phone.

After answering the phone, before the other party could say anything, the editor-in-chief said, "Congratulations, Mr. Wang Hongwen. In the past hour, 1 copies have been sold online."

"Haha" laughed a few times on the other side, and then said proudly, "Don't worry, it's only 20 copies, and it will be sold out in a few days. Your company will wait for the reprinting at that time!"

"Ms. Wang Hongwen's book, our publishing house can rest assured. All the people in the publishing house have read the book. It is indeed the book of Mr. Wang Hongwen. This literary attainment and writing style are indeed not something ordinary people can write. It is simply literature. Everyone!"

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Wang Hongwen is also very proud of being praised by the editor-in-chief.

"That's natural, what is the comparison between a star and a writer! A star is a star, a writer is a writer, and a writer's job is to write books, and a star should honestly participate in his program. This book of mine will naturally impress him. Realize what is literature, what kind of words can be published into books, and his books are just like stories and just listen to them!"

The editor-in-chief laughed dryly, and echoed, "That's natural, Mr. Wang Hongwen, who are you! You are a writer, and he is just a star. How can a book written by a star compare with a writer?

He touted a few more words.

The two hung up the phone with a smile.

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As soon as the phone was hung up, the editor-in-chief immediately turned to look seriously at Xiaoyan who was sitting opposite.

"You will be responsible for following the books of Mr. Wang Hongwen in the future. Remember to talk to these writers, just pick the good ones. It will be easy to cooperate with them in the future. Mr. Wang Hongwen is different from ordinary writers, especially the books of these writers associations. , no matter how many years it will be handed down, there is no telling which book will become a classic, and if this "Flowers Like Brocade" becomes a classic in the future, we are the first publishing house to publish classic books."

Xiaoyan's eyes lit up, she nodded clearly, "I understand the editor-in-chief."

At this time, Huaxia Friendship Publishing House.

Because tomorrow is the release date of "Ghost Blowing Lantern".

Publishing houses are already overwhelmed.

The house is noisy like a vegetable market.

Everyone is walking around the office anxiously.

"How is it? Have you communicated with the bookstore?"

"Several Xinhua bookstores said that the bookshelves could not be opened."

"Forget it if you can't open it up. It's not just Xinhua Bookstore. Small bookstores are fine if they can spare some space. Let's count as many as there are. After all, today is the day when "Blossoms Like Brocade" goes on sale."

"There are a few bookstores here who say that they can move out a place to display "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", but they are all small bookstores."

"Okay, as long as there is a place, the rest will be sold online!"

"How many copies have these bookstores ordered in total?"

"A total of less than 1 copies."

"Less than 1?!" Four.

Chapter 145 "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" is on sale!

Less than 1 offline reservations? !

The editor-in-chief scratched his head worriedly.

This amount is simply too small.

They got the news in advance that "Flowers Like Brocade" had pre-ordered 15 copies in offline bookstores!

No wonder every bookstore has no place to display "Ghost Blowing the Lantern".

Those bookshelves are all going to display "Flowers Like Brocade".

At this time, Cheng Yuzhen came over and comforted, "It's okay, the editor-in-chief, our offline bookstore estimates are small, at worst, let's move all of them online."

"There are so few offline pre-orders, can they still be sold online?!"

At this time, another employee came over, TO [-] copies had already been printed, and even if they couldn’t be sold, there was no other way, so they could only be sold online. "

The editor-in-chief waved his hand irritably, "This is the end of the matter, and this is the only way to go. The remaining [-] volumes are all on the shelves, and we can count as much as we can sell. "Zero one zero""

At eight o'clock the next day, the 24-hour sales statistics of "Flowers Like Brocade" came out.

on Weibo.

["Flowers Like Brocade" successfully sold 24 copies in 12.2 hours! 】

Comment area:

"Wow! Congratulations, Teacher Wang!"

"I contributed to the 12.2!"

"I bought it online yesterday, and it hasn't arrived yet?"

"Yesterday, I queued up to buy at Xinhua Bookstore. There were quite a lot of people in line. Fortunately, Xinhua Bookstore has more goods."

"By the way, when will "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" go on sale?"

"I checked the opening time online, and it's at nine o'clock."

""Ghost Blowing the Lantern" is still an hour away."

At this time, Wang Hongwen was humming a ditty and shuttled through the office building of the Writers Association.

Walking to the president's office, he poked his head and took a look.

"Where is the president? Strange." Wang Hongwen couldn't help muttering.

"I am? Teacher Wang."

Suddenly he heard someone calling him.

Wang Hongwen was startled.

Immediately pretending to be passing by, with his hands behind his back, he turned to look at the person behind him.

"Little King."

"Mr. Wang, are you looking for the president?"

Wang Hongwen smiled, "No, I'm just passing by to have a look, I'm a little curious, the president comes very early every day, why didn't you come today?"

"Uh..." Xiao Wang hesitated for a moment before he said, "I don't know either, maybe there's something wrong."

Wang Hongwen looked at his unnatural expression and nodded thoughtfully.

Xiao Wang seemed afraid that he would continue this topic, so he immediately asked, "Mr. Wang, I saw the hot search, and your book sold 12.2 copies in just one day! Congratulations!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Hongwen immediately showed a smug smile, pretending to be modest and said, "This sales volume is just average, there is nothing to congratulate."

"How can it be ordinary! 12.2 a day, few people in the Writers Association can achieve this sales volume?"

"I am!" Wang Hongwen immediately waved his hands and said, "You can't say that, the president and the vice president can sell 15 copies a day!"

"However, Teacher Wang is also very good. After all, the president and vice president are both old men of the Writers Association. Their books are naturally nothing to say. Teacher Wang has been writing books for 20 years. This achievement is really extraordinary!" Xiao Wang Complimented with a smile.

Wang Hongwen is considered an old man in the Writers Association, and the young man in front of him is only the first year in the Writers Association.

The corners of Wang Hongwen's mouth almost reached behind his ears.

He patted the young man in front of him on the shoulder and said, "You are only 30 years old, and you are the youngest writer in our Writers Association. ? "

"That's natural, that's natural." He smiled and nodded.

"Okay, I'm leaving first if there's nothing else, the president will come and let me know."

After speaking, with his hands behind his back, Wang Hongwen walked away humming a ditty.