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After the efforts of the three parties, in short, Feng Jianning and Ma Xiaoyu's unremitting matchmaking, Cheng Xi's generosity, and Zhou Mingchen's heroic sacrifice, the unity plan of the 412 dormitory was initially realized.Specifically, the two often dragged Zhou Mingchen to discuss study-related issues with Cheng Xi, regardless of Zhou Mingchen's own wishes.

Zhou Mingchen comforted himself, at least he also benefited from it.The level of effort is different, and the level is also different.If the knowledge of various subjects is compared to the sea formed by thousands of tributaries, Zhou Mingchen can handle every tributary with ease, but Cheng Xi stands on the top of the mountain overlooking everything, and can clearly see the direction and path of the tributaries Chu.Seriousness is not enough to describe Cheng Xi's efforts. Even if Zhou Mingchen doesn't admit it, he still admires it in his heart.In addition to the reconciliation of the two roommates, Zhou Mingchen's attitude towards Cheng Xi has also softened a lot, and he can barely be called a nodding acquaintance.

Once, Zhou Mingchen flipped through his notebook and suddenly had an idea: "By the way, Cheng Xi, have you ever thought about publishing these notes?"

In the dormitory, those who memorized words, copied notes, and wrote papers all stopped.Cheng Xi was startled, and turned to look at him in puzzlement. Ma Xiaoyu's expressions and movements were in sync with his.Feng Jianning dropped the pen in his mouth, scratched his scalp and asked, "Old Zhou, what did you mean just now?"

Facing the three serious faces, Zhou Mingchen felt a little regretful. If he had a whim for a while, if he couldn't realize what he said, wouldn't it make people hopeful and disappointed, and suffer in vain.But three pairs of eyes stared at him, and he couldn't swallow the words back. Zhou Mingchen gathered his thoughts and tried to speak clearly: "I mean, Cheng Xi's notes are well written, and he can choose to publish and sell them. In this age , education is the biggest investment, everyone has enough money to buy a book, it should be better than tutoring, and it doesn’t take so much time.”

Publish a book?Cheng Xi was fascinated by these two words, and his fingers unconsciously rubbed against the thin paper in his hand.Books have been with him the longest and fascinated him since he can remember.Poems, poems, novels and prose, fantasy, reality and scientific travel, all have their own unique features.Although one word and one sentence are inconspicuous, they can interpret thousands of meanings and outline three thousand worlds in one world.

Several people considered Zhou Mingchen's words, which sounded unbelievable, but seemed to make sense.Each of them had several tutorial books and exercises in their drawers. Feng Jianning and Ma Xiaoyu compared them in their hearts, and it seemed that they were not as practical as Cheng Xi's notebook.Thinking about it this way, it seems that the book publishing is indeed reliable.

I always thought that publishing a book was a fantasy, but suddenly it was so close, Feng Jianning couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart, and asked for proof: "Old Feng, is what you said true? Notes can also be published?"

Zhou Mingchen's brain was running fast, and he felt that this matter was very feasible. After he had a solid idea, he said, "I don't know about it in Xincheng, but it's very common in C city. There is a salary for doing homework, so there's no reason for it to be so reliable." No one buys study materials, and now there are notes of various great gods on the Internet, and some sell very well."

Feng Jianning cheered up her whole body and mind, and couldn't help agitating: "Cheng Xi, I think Lao Zhou's idea is worth a try! You've spent so much time organizing it, it's a pity to waste it aside!"

Cheng Xi hesitated and said nothing, and looked at Zhou Mingchen uncertainly, as if hesitating whether to believe him or not, but his eyes were no longer indifferent as before.

In the past, he just blindly read books. Although he also wrote some essays and short stories that opened his mind, they were all for self-entertainment. Can he really publish books?Just like a frog at the bottom of a well who doesn't understand current affairs and world affairs, suddenly, someone builds a ladder for him, but he doubts whether he has enough strength to jump out of the well.

Ma Xiaoyu is also hot-headed, which is a good thing, even if the protagonist is not himself: "Cheng Xi, I think I can give it a try, and it won't cause too much loss anyway. Didn't Ming Chen say that there are successful precedents, What's more, your notes are so good, I believe someone will buy them!"

Cheng Xi's eyes were clearly not confident, and Zhou Mingchen could see it clearly.Whether or not this matter is done depends on Cheng Xi, but there are some things he has to say, Zhou Mingchen straightened his face, and poured a glass of cold water at the right time: "Hey, don't get excited, there is no guarantee that you will be successful. There are two types. The first type is that the publishing house pays the author a manuscript fee in exchange for the copyright of the book; the second type is that the author publishes the book at his own expense, but there is a risk. If the published book is unsalable, the initial investment will be in vain. Generally speaking, the author Publishers are happy to pay for the manuscript if it is famous, but..."

The unfinished meaning in his words was obvious, and the atmosphere fell to the bottom.Ma Xiaoyu hesitated and said: "You mean, Cheng Xi is not well-known, and it is unlikely that the publishing house will pay for the manuscript, so he can only publish it at his own expense, but this may also... make no money?"

Zhou Mingchen nodded, not afraid to hit them, and said bluntly, "That's right."

Feng Jianning was like a punctured balloon, his shoulders slumped, his face turned gloomy and gloomy, and he murmured, "Old Zhou, you said these words earlier, it made us happy for nothing, your suggestion is all for nothing... ..."

Ma Xiaoyu looked at Cheng Xi worriedly, his mood fluctuated just listening to it, not to mention Cheng Xi himself.It's just that Cheng Xi lowered his head and couldn't see clearly.

In fact, rather than making money, Cheng Xi hopes that what he writes will be recognized.Even if it had nothing to do with creation, those notes were painstakingly written by him stroke by stroke over many nights.Besides, becoming a writer and writing favorite stories is generally the dream of all book lovers.He wasn't sure whether the blow he had suffered at the first attempt would destroy the dream that had been hidden in his heart for many years.

There was silence in the dormitory for a while, and soon Cheng Xi raised his head, and said without the slightest abnormality: "It's okay, thank you."

Both Ma Xiaoyu and Feng Jianing looked at him worriedly.Very inappropriate, Zhou Mingchen laughed "puchi", causing several people to fix their eyes on him.Zhou Mingchen covered his mouth and coughed, a hint of misery flashed in his eyes, he spread his hands, and said solemnly: "Why do you look at me like this, I just said that it is like this under normal circumstances, and I didn't say that I can't help it."

Feng Jianning came to his senses and pointed at him angrily: "Okay, old Zhou, you are so unkind! You have already made a counter move, and you deliberately tricked us into entertaining us!"

"That's right, so, do you want to listen?" Zhou Mingchen chuckled lightly, satisfying his bad taste, and hooked his fingers seductively to signal several people to come over.Several people had just been deceived, and they all looked at him incredulously.

Zhou Mingchen was magnanimous, restrained his joking expression, and talked about serious things unambiguously: "Actually, it is not difficult to solve the problem of sales. We are students. With the first grade in Chengxi City, this is The most convenient publicity status. Let’s do a market research first, to put it simply, to test the waters. Print out dozens of notes and distribute them to the junior high school class, and ask the class leader to collect the reservation list. Just order the book There are a lot of people, whether you sell it to a publishing house or publish it at your own expense, you can make money. Even if no one orders it, there is not much loss, right?"

Speaking of this, the business acumen cultivated since childhood could not be controlled, and he added another sentence: "Of course, it is best to negotiate a good price with the publishing house. After all, the up-front investment is a lot at your own expense, and you need to find a reliable bookstore. Cooperating to sell books, there are too many things and the cycle is too long, and we are too busy at present."

When he said this, none of the original considerations seemed to be a problem.

Feng Jianning stretched his neck and stuck his head in a daze, Ma Xiaoyu also had a delicate expression, is it really that simple?But why didn't they think of it, could it be that Zhou Mingchen's brain is too good?

Zhou Mingchen's back was chilled by the sight, and he became uncomfortable, and took two steps back to distance himself: "Why are you looking at me like that? Suddenly you find that I'm handsome?"

Feng Jianning's eyes lit up, and he gave a thumbs up: "Old Feng, you are so handsome, you have never been so handsome! This time it is not Cricket's Cricket, I really admire you!"

Ma Xiaoyu nodded sharply: "You have thought of all the things we couldn't think of together. Right, Cheng Xi?"

Cheng Xi didn't answer. He lowered his head and seemed to be in a daze. Several people looked at each other, and Ma Xiaoyu called again in a low voice: "Cheng Xi?"

Cheng Xi suddenly came back to his senses, and looked at his roommate with worries, puzzles and encouragement.Suddenly remembering the silent kindness of the three of them these days, Cheng Xi smiled relievedly, and said to Zhou Mingchen, "It's amazing!" Although the style of speaking was still very concise, it was indeed a serious compliment.

Zhou Mingchen had a general demeanor just now, but now he has learned to be hot-faced. After coughing, he said to Cheng Xi: "It's up to you now, whether you want to do it or not, no matter how much you say, we can't help you make a decision."

Before Cheng Xi could speak, Feng Jianning looked intoxicated: "Why don't you do it! Think about it, in the future junior high school, and even high school, everyone will have a notebook of Cheng Xi, wow! Our 412 will be very popular when we go out!" He said He patted his chest vigorously, as if he was not afraid of pain, "Cheng Xi, we will help too, and I will be included in the publicity and publication!"

"Yeah." Ma Xiaoyu responded and looked at Cheng Xi expectantly, as if waiting for his order, he could charge into battle for him.

Cheng Xi seemed to have a hook in his heart. He could publish a book with his own signature. This idea lingered in his mind, and his mood was indescribably agitated.Facing the trusting and encouraging eyes, Cheng Xi's heart was also burning.But precisely because of this, he couldn't help thinking in the wrong direction, what if he failed?If he failed their expectations, all efforts would be in vain.

Seeing that he was still hesitant, Zhou Mingchen leaned into his ear and lowered his voice: "If you are worried about money, I will lend you first."

The warm breath hit the ears and neck, Cheng Xi shrank his shoulders uncomfortably, and slapped his long and dense eyelashes.

Out of nowhere, Zhou Mingchen thought of the little hedgehog, who was afraid of danger. He was round and round, with only the thorns that had not grown hard, and he was bluffing to protect himself.

Feng Jianning blinked, and asked puzzledly, "Old Zhou, what are you two whispering?"

Zhou Mingchen made a haha, and said perfunctorily without blinking: "I want to cheer up Cheng Xiaoxi." After finishing speaking, he showed Cheng Xi a smile that only two people could know: "I am very confident in you, Be more confident in your plans."

Three pairs of eyes stared at him, with unbearable expectations, Cheng Xi still hesitated: "It will take a lot of time, right?"

Feng Jianning hurriedly raised his hand and said, "We'll do it after class, as long as it doesn't affect our studies." After speaking, he looked at the other two, hoping they would persuade Cheng Xi together.

Zhou Mingchen rubbed his chin. Now he is the backbone among several people, and he speaks very convincingly: "Not really, you need to spend time to reorganize the notebook in the early stage, we can also help to take a look, just pay attention Publishing house, wait for the number of people to confirm the reservation, if the number is good, you can contact the publishing house immediately."

The last worry was eliminated, Cheng Xi hesitated, and finally nodded.

Feng Jianning happily jumped up and bumped fists with Ma Xiaoyu, whistled and ran around the dormitory: "Great! I have something to do!"