After the live broadcast cooking, I became the most rude cub

With Ai Chi's help, Zhuzijing's writing became more fluent, thus attracting a wave of new readers, and his novels became popular in a small area in the Demon Locking Tower.

It's just... since knowing that there is fat house water, Zhu Zijing's waist no longer hurts, and her legs don't feel sore anymore. Although she is not calvin, she does not update.

"Update? What is an update? Is it fun to have fat house water?" Zhu Zijing replied.

In this world, the Internet is far from being popularized. At present, if readers want to read a novel, they have to wait for Zhuzijing to finish writing a chapter, and then let the editorial department print it out, and deliver it to their door just like the old newspapers.

On this day, the editorial department sent another reminder letter to Zhuzijing.

Zhuzijing didn't even read it, and just folded the letter and used it to pad his butt.

Ai Chi, who happened to see this scene, was silent and reminded: "It's time for you to submit the manuscript."

The bamboo spirit held her chin, looked at the bamboo forest in front of her with eyes full of appreciation, and turned a deaf ear to Ai Chi's reminder.

Ai Chi said helplessly: "It's useless for you to look at them, these bamboos can never grow up in one day."

"Of course I know that." Bamboo Spirit waved his hand, his expression seemed to be inexplicably enjoyed, "But it's really interesting to watch them grab water, especially that batch, which has never been snatched before hahahaha..."

Ai Chi: ...

True ancestors.

The live broadcast room was also speechless for a while.

[The anchor has done a lot of harm! 】

[Is Bamboo Essence too exaggerated?Just look at a bamboo forest every day and do nothing else. What's so good about it? 】

[You don't understand this, do you?Let the bamboo essence enjoy not the bamboo, but the pleasure of cultivation~]

【I see!I understand the pain of krypton gold for virtual characters! 】

The Suoyao Tower, the first-floor branch, and the editorial department came to the door several times to urge manuscripts. The bamboo spirits all nodded well on the surface, but secretly hugged the bamboos like an idiot.

After being cheated several times in a row, the editorial department and the readership of Zhuzijing were blown up.

"You! Immediately! Immediately! Write the manuscript for me!" The editor in charge of Zhuzijing is a tigress, who is staring at a pair of tiger eyes at this time, with his hands on his hips, pointing at Zhuzijing aggressively.

Bamboo shrank his neck, and said in a second, "Okay, okay, write right away..."

It’s okay not to say it, but when I said it, the tigress became even more angry, and even the veins on her forehead bulged out: "How many times have you promised? Where is the manuscript?!"

Bamboo Jing weakly defended: "Isn't this being written..."

The tigress wondered, "How much have you written?"

"Soon, soon." Bamboo Spirit said vaguely.

Ai Chi drank a glass of spring water, and said slowly, "Huh? Haven't you been in the study these days?"

Sure enough, the tigress looked more dangerously at the bamboo spirit.

The bamboo spirit glared at Ai Chi—you traitor!

"Oh, Xiaozhu, I'm not forcing you, but the response of readers to your book is better than ever." The tigress persuaded earnestly, "You write well, and when you finish writing, there will be someone in the editorial department I plan to publish your book."

Hearing of the publication, the bamboo spirit became a little interested, and turned his attention from the bamboo forest to the editor: "Publish?"

"That's right," the tigress said with a meaningful smile, "It's not like the present situation, where it's given out one issue at a time, but it's printed as a whole book. I've already chosen the name, and it's called the Collector's Edition."

Ai Chi asked curiously: "Readers have already followed the article, will they still buy books?"

The tigress curled her lips and said, "That's why it's called the collector's edition. It's for those who like it very much. You don't understand. They have been chasing the novel for so long. How can they not buy a copy when it ends?" OK?"

Ai Chi nodded thoughtfully.

……

"What? You want to give me a book as a gift?" The bamboo spirit was a little surprised when he heard Ai Chi's words.

Since the tigress left, Zhuzijing has been distracted by "publishing", and has refocused on creation. He has written a lot of manuscripts in the past few days, and it will end soon.

And it was at this time that Ai Chi found the gift that he said he was in charge of the book.

"I don't do anything about writing, but I have learned some marketing." Ai Chi said.

There was a compulsory course in marketing in his university, and before he came here, he had seen the marketing methods of many bestsellers in the real world, so he naturally knew more than primitive residents like bamboo spirits and tigresses.

"You can add a few insignificant extras to the physical book, which can be regarded as special benefits for book buyers. In addition, it is best to provide some gifts to stimulate the consumption desire of passer-by fans."

Finally, Ai Chi touched his nose and said honestly: "And this time, I am asking you for help."

Immediately, Zhuzi Jing sat upright and said, "Mr. Ai, tell me."

Ai Chi made a big circle with his fingers, and said seriously: "Actually, I've been thinking these past few days. If I want to find an exit, it's too tiring to go through the boundaries one by one. I don't think I can get out in a year or so."

Bamboo spirit nodded, deeply agreeing.

"The key is that the plot advances so slowly, even if I don't get bored, the audience does too..." Ai Chi whispered.

[The anchor has the truth. 】

[No, no, as a Yangou fan of the anchor, I can watch the anchor eat melon seeds for a year]

[As Xiao Feijiu's mother fan, I can also watch the host tease the birds for a year]

【What?You are still a drama anchor? ?Aren't you a farming anchor who feeds birds and cooks full-time! 】

[Ann! How can the anchor, the author who called this mountain has a ghost, cheat a lot of money? She can write more than a dozen chapters in one floor of the demon lock tower! 】

"So I was thinking, if I go to the mountain, it's better to come to the mountain and just me." Ai Chi said.

The bamboo spirit agreed without hesitation: "Tell me, what should I do?"

"I want to take advantage of your new book release this time, in the form of gifts, and at the same time advertise my food, and get the access passes of those world masters."

"Success, what are you going to give?"

"Yeah." Ai Chi obviously had already thought it over, and said directly, "What do you think of sending fat house water?"

The bamboo spirit trembled violently, opened her eyes and said tremblingly: "You, you are talking about the fat house water that the bamboo is drinking outside?!"

Ai Chi nodded calmly: "Fat house water is suitable for all ages, and it's not as difficult to store as tea eggs... Hey, what's wrong with you?"

——This was halfway through the talk, the bamboo spirit couldn't hold on, and staggered and fell off the chair.

……

"Sell books, buy books, Wannianqing Da Da's new book, one book only costs [-] yuan! If you buy it, you will get Wan Nianqing Da Da's autograph, and happy fat house water!"

"Wan Nianqing's first signing event, don't come when the opportunity is too late, if you miss this year, the next time may be ten years later!"

"Are you happy today? If you are happy, drink happy fat house water, and if you are unhappy, drink happy fat house water!"

"Fat house water and Wannianqing novel, it tastes better when paired~"

During this time, driven by the editorial department and Ai Chi, the marketing planner, these catchy slogans spread almost throughout the entire first floor of the Demon Lock Tower.

Every demon (ghost) has more or less heard of the new book published by Wannianqing, as well as the fat house water that "you should drink if you are happy or unhappy".

"Wan Nianqing, I know. I've been chasing his novels for a long time. Do you know what Fat House Water is?" A little mole spirit asked the mouse beside him curiously.

"I don't know, but I'll know if I buy a copy! Anyway, how much pocket money do I have recently?" the chipmunk squeaked.

"Hey, have you heard? The fat house water is still in limited supply, and only the first [-] readers who buy books can get it!"

"Not only that, the Happy Fat House Water is not for sale. If you miss this time, you may not have the chance to taste it again in the future!"

"Really? Then I must go to the queue early!"

Conversations like this are happening simultaneously in multiple places.

Finally, on the first day of sales of the new book published by Zhuzijing, there was a long line of demons and ghosts at the entrance of the editorial department early in the morning.

The tigress was so happy that she could not close her mouth from ear to ear, she counted the money in her heart, and naturally she was not stingy in her praise of Ai Chi: "Oh, Mr. Ai, thanks to you this time, you actually came up with such a clever way to make these readers All the excitement was aroused."

Ai Chi smiled, not too surprised—the promotion in advance, the signing meeting and hunger marketing, even modern people often can't resist the temptation, let alone these cute primitive residents.

If it weren't for the relatively strict control between different realms, many ghosts from remote realms would not be able to come here. He believed that there would be more ghosts queuing up in the morning.

While Ai Chi was talking with the tigress, the first monster in the team had already bought a new book.

"Daddy, I've been chasing after your first book, your earliest book fans." It was a cute white rabbit spirit, and she was blushing at this time, expressing her love for the bamboo spirit shyly. favorite.

Zhu Jingzi signed the words "Wannianqing" in a hurry, and smiled gently: "Really? Thank you."

White Rabbit Spirit lowered his head, even more shy.

Zhuzijing handed the signed book and a small bamboo tube to White Rabbitjing, and said softly, "Here are your book and fat house water, take care."

White Rabbit Jing happily embraced these two things and withdrew from the team.

Walking to the side, watching the bamboo spirit sign the next monster, the white rabbit spirit smiled contentedly. After the heat on his face subsided, he opened the bamboo tube curiously, and looked at the crystal clear inside curiously. Clear and bubbly water.

White Rabbit Jing stuck out Fenfen's little tongue and licked it.

--good!fortunate!blessing!

An inexplicable sense of happiness exploded between the lips and teeth, and the good mood of the white rabbit spirit was pushed to the extreme in an instant.

At this time, there were a few people in the team who knew White Rabbit Spirit, and they couldn't help asking curiously: "How is it? What's the taste? Is it delicious?"

White Rabbit Spirit's eyes were astonishingly bright, and he licked the corners of his mouth before returning to these friends. Instead, he couldn't help holding the bamboo tube and "gudong gudong" and took two sips.

The bamboo tube soon bottomed out, and the white rabbit spirit poured out for a long time, until no drop of water could be poured out, and then dropped its two long ears in surprise and disappointment—how rare...

"Little White Rabbit, how does it taste? Why don't you tell us!"

The few anxious people in the team couldn't help but urge them.

The little white rabbit turned his red eyes, and after a while, he said seriously: "It's not good, it's not good at all! But in order not to waste it, you can give it to me after you get it, alas, sacrifice me One, for the benefit of all..."