Revive it!Wenhao Press

"If it's you, you can do it."

When this email was sent to Hualichun's mobile phone, she was sitting in the staff lounge of Sanxianwu Bookstore.Opposite her were two elderly couples in their 60s.

——This is the boss couple of Sanxianya.

"I'm very sorry for making such a request." Huali Jun put her hands on her knees and bowed to the owner and couple of Sanxianya, "But if your store decides to put "Monthly Literature" on the shelves, please be sure to post the next "Monthly" The fifth issue of Literature is sold flat on the bookshelf."

Before meeting with the owner and his wife of Sanxianya, Huali Jun had already met the representatives of Ueno Bookstore.The representative of Ueno Bookstore is a capable woman. Unlike the representative of Shofudo, she does not put on a high profile and has a more modest attitude.But she still did not immediately agree to Hualichun's display request, but cautiously stated that she could not give an answer immediately and needed to go back to discuss with other people in the store.

In Huali Chun's original vision, Sanxian House will be the bookstore that is the most difficult to reach cooperation.That's because among the three bookstores, Sanxianya has the smallest scale, the average age of customers in the store is the oldest, and the store manager is already 60 years old.The shape of this kind of bookstore should have stabilized already, and they don't like too much change.

But now, it is also the last remaining bookstore.Therefore, even if the chances of winning are not high, you must strive for it with all your strength.

"I also already know what's going on in "The Times of Literature" next month. Mr. Kaya Koyama's new story of 'The King of Short Stories' will be serialized in "The Times of Literature". But even so, I have a strong feeling for "Monthly Literature". confidence."

Huali Chun sonorously said: "The bookstore that gives more placements to "Monthly Literature" will definitely not regret it!"

What I saw in front of my eyes was only the half-worn carpet in the staff lounge, and what sounded in my ears was the slightly noisy sound from the bookstore outside.

Hualichun maintained a bowing posture, waited for several seconds, and suddenly heard the owner of the Sanxian House on the opposite side say: "I understand, just lay it flat according to Miss Huali's request."

Hualichun was taken aback for a moment, and quickly raised her head, with a bit of disbelief in her heart: "Thank you..."

Seeing Hualichun's stunned expression, the boss and his wife of Sanxian House couldn't help laughing.

"Does Ms. Huali think it's strange? After all, we agreed very easily. Now you don't think we're just talking casually to lie to you, do you?" the owner of Sanxianya said jokingly.

"Where is that..." Hualichun shook her head hastily, although she was told a little bit.

"We do know that the next issue of "The Age of Literature and Art" will be a sales increase, and we originally planned to recommend more places for "The Age of Literature" in the next issue." The proprietress of Sanxianya explained, "Miss Huali, Is it the daughter of Hoshinosha's former president and his wife?"

"Huh?" Hualichun asked in surprise, "The surnames are obviously different... Can the two recognize each other?"

Obviously, I have also dealt with people in other bookstores, but after taking over Hoshinosha until now, the only people who can recognize her as the child of her parents are the owner and couple of Sanxianya in front of her.

"Of course I recognize it." The proprietress nodded, "Miss Huali doesn't know, right? Your parents also came to us more than ten years ago and said the same thing."

She smiled and said: "And at that time, your parents were sitting on the sofa you are sitting on now. What they wanted to promote was also the "Monthly Literature" back then."

"...Eh?" Hualichun was stunned.

She subconsciously looked at the sofa she was sitting on—an old-fashioned brown leather sofa. The color of the leather surface has become mottled due to long-term use, but because of the careful maintenance of the owner and his wife, the sofa is still intact and clean.

Have your own parents ever sat in this place?

"More than ten years ago, "Monthly Literature" and Hoshinosha created a miracle. The first issue in our bookstore became the highest-selling magazine in the store. We watched Hoshinosha become the best publication step by step. So now, we also want to help you once, to see how your "Monthly Literature" compares with your parents'."

The boss slapped the table boldly, as if even the wrinkles on his face had faded because of the pride at this moment, "We will put the fourth issue of "Monthly Literature" flat on the bookshelf, and we will do our best to help you promote it, and we will never favor "The Age of Literature and Art". You can rest assured!"

"Your hair color is inherited from your father, and you look a bit like your mother." The proprietress covered her lips and smiled, "The expressions when you were nervous are exactly the same as they were back then..."

……

[From "Revival!Tip from Wenhao Publishing House: The bookstore sales channel has been unlocked!Hoshinosha's books will be available in the bookstore in the future! 】

……

In the end, it was because of my parents that I got a chance at Sanxianya.

Thanks to my parents again.

On the tram back to the publishing house, Hualichun sat on the seat with her backpack in her arms, staring at the window in a daze.

After a long time, she remembered that when she was talking with the owner and his wife of Sanxianya, the mobile phone seemed to vibrate, so she took out the mobile phone in a daze and clicked on the new message.

After seeing Gojo Satoru's "If it's you, I can do it", Huali stretched out her finger purely mechanically, and poked at the phone screen: "Thank you [emoj[emoj[emoj] for receiving such an evaluation, super K... "

Just halfway through typing the words "Super happy", the phone screen suddenly flashed, causing Hualichun's fingers to tremble.

Seeing the incoming call showing "Gongqian Sword", she suddenly sat up straight and woke up from the trance.

When the phone was connected, Hualichun had already recovered his serious expression: "Mr. Gongqian."

"Actually, you are the same as the manga artist I am in charge of. You can just call me 'Jian Sang'."

Gong Qianjian asked: "How is the negotiation with the bookstore? Because it is different from the classification of comics, I just heard that the next issue of "Literary Times" seems to have some big moves. I don't know if you have heard..."

"The king of short stories is coming out, right?" Hualichun's eyes sank, "I already know."

"Is that so..." Gong Qianjian paused, "How about the bookstore?"

Huali Jun told Gongqian Jian all about the negotiation with the bookstore and her own purpose.Hearing this, Gongqianjian was silent for a long time.

"I can understand your thoughts, but it's too dangerous to do so." He said, "But now it's done, so we can only advance and not retreat. The next thing to do is to make every effort to create the next issue of "Monthly Literature" Become a magazine that can compete with "Literary Times"."

"I understand."

Hualichun nodded, and took a deep breath: "Next month, there will be a head-to-head confrontation between "Monthly Literature" and "Literary Times", the king of magazine sales!"

"...Ah, that's not the case." Gongqianjian said, "After all, the size difference between the two magazines is still too big."

Hualichun kept a solemn expression and was silent for a moment: "...that's true."

"Anyway, don't think about anything else right now," said Ken Miyazaki, "let's focus on the next issue of "Monthly Literature". Just as you think, the sales of Sanxianya in the next month will be overwhelmed by all those interested in contacting Hoshinosha. Cooperating bookstores pay attention to..."

Gongqianjian was still talking on the other end of the phone, but Hualichun's thoughts were still stuck on the conversation just now.

Although verbally agreeing with Gongqianjian's statement, in the bottom of her heart, Hualichun still regards Bailang Club's next issue of "The Age of Literature and Art" as her opponent.

It was a small-scale encounter.

The battlefield is Sanxianya, a small bookstore, and the competition is the sales volume of the two magazines in Sanxianya!

……

"Thank you [emoj[emoj[emoj] for receiving such an evaluation, super K"

Gojo Satoru looked at the reply on the phone, his blue eyes were rarely confused: "What is this?"

***

"I am back."

When returning to Hoshinosha, Hualichun put the heavy schoolbag on the sofa as soon as he entered the door, causing the body of the lazy little white tiger lying on the sofa to be bounced violently by the cushion.

The little white tiger was stunned all of a sudden, and stared at Hualichun dully with his eyes open.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Mr. Nakajima! I didn't notice you just now!" Hualichun quickly raised her hand, and gave a compensatory rua to the little tiger's belly.

Under her cat-stroking techniques that became more and more refined over time, the little tiger showed a struggling expression, but was soon turned over by Rua and fell asleep in a daze.

Hualichun withdrew her hand, gently opened the zipper of her schoolbag, took out a few books inside, and piled them on the coffee table—this is why her schoolbag became so heavy.

It was the collection of "King of Short Stories" Koyama Kaya.

On the way back to Hoshinosha, Hualichun bought these books on purpose, preparing to learn about the situation of the enemy.

But after putting down the book, Hualichun subconsciously glanced around.

The little white tiger was sleeping next to her.Hualijun can still see Chuyaquan circling his motorcycle lovingly from a distance, while Akutagawa Inu is wearing the black long trench coat he got when Hualichun drew cards, sitting behind the crabapple flowers in the yard, looking up at Under the tree, he suddenly coughed twice.

"..."

Hualichun looked away, and walked over curiously, wanting to see what the Akutagawa dog was looking at.

Taking a closer look, she found a sand-colored tail dangling under the tree that the Akutagawa dog was staring at intently.

It wasn't the tree that suddenly grew a hairy tail, but the Dazai dog.

The sand-colored dog stood under the tree, and the fluffy dog's face was full of dignity.And on the root of the tree in front of him, a cluster of brightly colored mushrooms suddenly appeared.

Dazai Inu looked straight at the clump of obviously poisonous mushrooms, the tip of its brown nose twitched slightly, as if thinking seriously.

This scene can be described as Dazai catching mushrooms, with Akutagawa behind.

Hualichun walked over without saying a word, silently put the manuscript paper and fountain pen beside Dazai Dog, then quickly pulled out the clump of poisonous mushrooms, turned and walked away.

"..."

Dazai Inu froze, and Akutagawa Inu was taken aback, the dog's hair stood on end: "Wow?"

Hualichun ignored the astonishment of the dogs, carried the set she bought to the second floor, and closed the door again.

She planned to study the works of "The King of Short Stories" by herself in a quiet environment.

After sitting down in the sunshine in front of the window, Hualichun put a few collections aside, picked up the top one, and flipped through it.

There is only the sound of pages being turned in the room, and occasional sparkling dust floats in the sunlight from the window.Huali turned over page by page seriously, and lines of words came into her eyes.

……

In the courtyard on the first floor.

After the only clump of poisonous mushrooms in the entire backyard was pulled out, Dazai Inu turned around slowly with some regret.

When his eyes fell on the paper and pen beside him, the sand-colored dog raised his paw, unhurriedly printed a plum blossom-shaped paw print on the paper, and then walked away slowly wagging his tail.

And the little black dog who had been watching from the side walked out of the flowers at this moment, shook the leaves standing on the pure black fur, and his eyes fell on the manuscript paper with paw prints on it.

Looking at the manuscript paper, Akutagawa Inu seemed to have thought of something, and walked towards the room with determination.

The little black dog rarely ignored the little white tiger who was sleeping soundly on the sofa, but walked up to the computer, raised its paws, and tapped on the keyboard.

Soon, the hem of the long black windbreaker on Akutagawa Inu suddenly swayed a few times without wind.

The hem of the long windbreaker sneaked around, like a suspicious little snake preparing to swim out of the cave.After confirming that no one was paying attention, the hem of the long black windbreaker turned up, and he began to follow the little black dog's paws, tapping on the keyboard.

With the help of the hem of the long windbreaker, Akutagawa, who can only press one key with his dog's paw at a time, can type faster.For a while, the only sound in the room was the sound of keyboard tapping and the even breathing of the little white tiger.

Chuya Inu, who had had enough fun on the motorcycle outside, just jumped off the motorcycle at this moment and walked towards the room.But as soon as he stepped into a front paw, he keenly noticed the back of the black dog squatting in front of the keyboard.

Chuya Inu carefully retracted its front paws, sat on the porch and glanced at Akutagawa Inu who was engrossed in it, then withdrew his gaze, and stood still on the porch.

……

"click".

Akutagawa typed the last character, then stretched out his paw with pink pads, and touched the print button.

The printer made a rustling sound.Sheets of paper covered with neat black writing were spit out by the printer.

The sound of printing made the little white tiger turn over.But after all, felines sleep for two-thirds of the day, and he raised his paws to hug his face, curled up in a ball, and fell asleep again.

The Akutagawa dog gave the little white tiger a disdainful look, then walked to the printer, picked up the printed article lightly, and walked out of the room briskly.

Going around in the backyard, Akutagawa Inu finally found Dazai Inu lazily basking in the sun.

The sand-colored dog noticed the movement of the little black dog, raised his head, and glanced at him

Just at this glance, Akutagawa Inu tensed up all over.But he still cautiously walked up to Dazai Inu, and placed the manuscript in his mouth in front of Dazai Inu, with a look of anticipation in his eyes.

In Akutagawa Inu's expectation, Dazai Inu finally got up, tilted his head and looked at the manuscript he brought.

After that, the sand-colored dog nodded calmly, picked up the manuscript, and walked towards the room.

Although he didn't understand Dazai Inu's intentions, Akutagawa Inu immediately stepped up and followed behind.