I'm just sorry for plagiarism

Father Xia was startled, almost thinking that his daughter hadn't breathed.

As a result, he leaned closer to the screen and looked at it, but even he was a little stunned.

On the TV, in the colorful patterns, the narrator is tirelessly reporting something.

And on the big title at the bottom, there is a line of big characters written, but it is eye-catching no matter how you look at it.

"Youth Literature", published as a physical book, was widely acclaimed, and the venue was overcrowded.

It is almost such a few keywords.

Father Xia was stunned for a moment, because the speed of his speech was too fast, he hadn't quite heard what the announcer wanted to express.

As soon as the screen changed, the entire physical book sale place was already overcrowded and packed with people.

The inner three floors and the outer three floors are bustling, almost making it difficult for people to see the title of the book hanging on the banner directly above.

"How Many Flowers Fall in Dreams"

These few words were faintly revealed in Dad Xia's field of vision through the rows of people.

Lao Xia opened his mouth, but didn't have time to say anything.

"……them?"

The eldest lady at the side has already stretched out her finger, pointing blankly at the scenes on the screen, the frantic and crowded panic buying scenes.

Swallowing, she was a little dumb, with a tone of disbelief.

Made a sound.

"Are you trying to steal my book?"

Chapter 9 9, Mr. Tang was scared to death

"How Many Flowers Fall in Dreams", became popular.

It accidentally caught fire.

Even the editor Huang, who once mentored Mr. Chow Yun-fat, couldn't understand the unbelievable enthusiasm.

It is simply an ordinary complete book, why?

Can there be such a high sales volume?

The key is that the entire content of this novel has been completely published in every issue of juvenile literature magazines.

Although it is said to be in the form of a diversity periodical.

But just talking about a physical book, it is more than twice as much as the annual sales of these magazines. This achievement is really impressive.

It's also a little too scary.

But she just happened to be so hot.

Without warning, without reason.

It was amazing that the group of people who were snapping up the purchases at the scene seemed to appear out of thin air.

Readers wiped out the magazine's inventory at an outrageous speed.

Such a grand occasion, even the scenes of sales by relatively basic famous literary masters in modern times, are very difficult to see.It can even be said that the book sale held in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces alone was a hot scene at that time, which is simply the history of traditional literature and Internet literature in recent years.

All are unique.

So why on earth is it on fire?

Don't know, don't understand, don't know.Can't understand either.

It's just a simple urban essay, without happiness, love and hatred, and without fighting the sword to the end of the world.Some are just ordinary life day after day. It seems that apart from the lingering little charm in the writing, there is nothing remarkable about acupuncture and moxibustion?

But she happened to be on fire.

Moreover, there is still a huge gap between Shibatiaojie and other authors.

The magazine sales of the two physical articles that were released at the same time were not even one-tenth of that of "Dream".

Originally, when he saw the results of the two books, Editor Huang almost thought that the magazine's transformation plan to expand into other fields would die here.

But why?

This is a "clumsy work" that Mr. Chow Yun-fat personally admitted in his mouth and writing, "used to cheat money to write full attendance".

On the contrary, the astonishing results that broke out made people overwhelmed.

Unpopular!

Really can't figure it out.

Naturally, the fiery scenes at the scene were not mentioned.

Explosive sales.

Media coverage and hype.

It's only been a few days since the Tianya forum, the discussion board about "Dream" that was already overcrowded at the beginning of its creation.

Everything, countless bursts of unreal good news, just like a mysterious dream, followed one after another.

Originally thought that as long as two thousand copies of physical copies were sold, Editor Huang could barely complete the task. At this time, he was sitting in his humble office seat, holding in his hand a printout from the finance department recently. The financial statement, the whole person was surprised, and even forgot to drink tea.

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After just fiddling on the seat for a while, I heard the door of the office being pushed open.

Watching President Tang pass by the curtain of his office and go straight to his room, Editor Huang hastily cleaned up the things on the table, and then followed him in.

At the moment, there is no one in the editorial room, and the underlings from the finance department and the young man who brought him up have not yet come to work, so things like reporting the work situation can only be done by themselves.

I knocked on the door and waited for about 5 minutes before I heard President Lin from the house answer, "Come in."

Editor Huang opened the door and went in.

President Tang has already changed out of the thick cotton coat in the room outside. In the depth of winter, the air in the room is not too warm.At this time, President Lin was revealing his suit, looking as majestic as ever.

Sitting on the chair with his head down, Jin Wei didn't know what he was looking at.

"Mr. Tang." Editor Huang called out.

"En." Mr. Lin hummed, and at this time, Bian Huang diligently took out a bag of morning tea from behind and handed it to Mr. Lin's seat.

It was a pool of tofu-nao-like soup. It was a special snack in Yecheng. It tasted smooth and sweet. I heard that it was quite famous in the local area.

Thinking about it, President Tang frowned. He didn't like this matter before.

Xiao Huang went to Yecheng once, but brought nothing back, but he missed the snack.When I saw him like this at the time, President Tang reprimanded him a few times in displeasure. Even when Huang Bian licked his face and brought out another bowl of earth from the small bag beside him, this Tang He never showed a good face.

Still with a dark face, he reprimanded him for not doing his job properly.

But I didn't expect that I was a little addicted to eating in the end.

Because it is indeed delicious.

Not to mention the smooth taste, the most important thing is the fresh and elegant sweet taste, which is very special in this snack.

They have seen such snacks in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, but no matter which one they go to, they can't taste the charm made by the old Yecheng people.

Just like the works written by Mr. Chow Yun Fat.

It seems that apart from their family, there is really no other work in this world that can linger with that similar artistic conception.

Fortunately, there is an early morning stall downstairs at the entrance, which was opened by fellow villagers from Yecheng. Every morning, the stall opens on time. In addition to steamed buns and fried dough sticks for breakfast, it also sells special snacks.It is quietly placed there every day, and it can be taken away when someone comes and pays.Two yuan and three bowls are not expensive.

"Is there something wrong?" President Tang paused, grabbed the small spoon on the side, and was bowing left and right, showing that he was not so restrained in front of his subordinates.

From time to time, I look at the data graph next to me, and I can see that there is a trace of the boss air of business people working at their desks.

"Mr. Tang, the physical book about us was published, and yesterday's sales figures have been released." Editor Huang paused, and then took out the pinched and wrinkled financial statement from his back pocket , a very thin piece of paper, but the handwriting on the paper is a bit shocking.

"Just tell me how your grades are." President Tang cut to the point without looking up.

President Tang himself has a lot of things to deal with, so he can't always focus on the magazine. For example, with his reputation, recently, many advertisers want to talk to him about advertising space. It is to insert various hard advertisements of their company, or banners, or color bars on book pages, in each section of juvenile literature.This kind of thing alone is enough for him to be busy for most of the day. He is not a fairy, so he is naturally incapable of doing so.

Therefore, a series of matters related to the publication of physical books, including the subsequent financial sales situation, can only be handed over to his subordinates. As for yesterday's sales situation, he, President Tang, naturally cannot know the first time.

This is a very helpless thing, but in this kind of busyness and desperation, President Tang has rarely realized what is the trouble of happiness.

Editor Huang cleared his throat and stared at the paper slowly.

After carefully looking at it, he opened his mouth and started to read according to the numbers above: "Eighteen hours have passed since the official release of "A Glass of Wine" and "Dragon Breaks the Heavenly Gate". The release sales of these two books are ... 560 three and 680 copies respectively."

These two works are the books that have been included in the ranks of published physical books together with "Dream". Among them, "A Glass of Wine" is a completed work, and "Dragon Breaks the Heavenly Gate" is a novel that is still being serialized , both of them are novels of love and hatred with the theme of rivers and lakes. If they are more popular, the ones that are being serialized are naturally higher than the ones that have already been completed, so the gap between the two, Mr. Tang Before the editor Huang published the report, he had already thought about it more or less.

President Tang listened, nodded in his heart, and did not speak.

This result was within his expectations.

The whole society printed about [-] copies, and distributed them to two different local outlets for sale. Nearly a quarter of the quantity could be sold in just one day. The first time, too, is a rare occasion.

"Not bad, but we have to keep working hard." But after saying that, Mr. Lin still nodded noncommittally.

Although it is very rare, it is still somewhat different from his expectations.Because no matter how you say it, the number of [-] copies is really too small. The reason for this step is to prevent others from seeing jokes, and the facts have also confirmed his vision. The first day sold [-] copies. Although the results are barely satisfactory, they still cannot return the invested funds.

If you can persist in the follow-up and sell all the [-] physical copies within a week, you can barely make some money.

In any case, the physical books sold in the first wave, as the first step in the transformation of a magazine, are generally so difficult.

Perhaps when making such a choice, President Tang didn't consider how much profit this physical book sale could bring to the entire editorial agency. On the contrary, he would be satisfied as long as his reputation could be spread.

Although I said that I have also called the printing factory to say hello, saying that if the sales of any book are too hot, I may need to make preparations for urgent printing, but it seems that such a scene is unlikely to happen.

"What about the results of the last book?" Thinking of this, President Tang thought of the most controversial novel before. "How is the sales of "Dream"?"

"Mr. Tang, let me count first." Editor Huang was stunned for a moment, and then stared at the financial statement very carefully. It seemed that he was struggling to identify a series of numbers on it, and his voice was also slow Yes, with special hesitation in his tone: "It seems to be... three..."

After hearing Huang Bian's words, Mr. Tang frowned, and the expression on his face was secretly displeased.

Three hundred copies?

This amount really disappointed him a bit.

After all, it was a book that I once liked, but the ending was indeed too abrupt, giving people a sense of playing tricks on the readers. Is it reasonable to think of such an ending?

President Tang's frown was a little unwilling to let go.

To be honest, on some levels, he is really more optimistic about this "Dream" and that teacher Chow Yun-fat, because in terms of writing alone, the skill of this book is definitely much stronger than the previous two. .

But helplessly, facts are facts. Now that this book hits the street, the future development plan of "Dream" may be stranded.If the author's next book continues to be published in juvenile literature, then there may be a relatively large adjustment to the typography.To put it simply... it is to rank it to the end to make way for new books or books with better grades than it.

Not only that, but things about salary may also change.

It's frustrating, but it's also reality.Even if it is a novel that President Lin likes from a personal point of view, as long as it does not meet the grades required by the editorial agency, it cannot be treated differently.

It sounds cruel, but unfortunately, this is society.

However, just as President Tang waved his hand, he was about to tell his subordinate about the next development of that teacher Chow Yun-fat.

But he didn't expect that Editor Huang suddenly said three words, which made the majestic and domineering President Tang unavoidably stunned.

"What did you say?"

"Mr. Tang, you must have heard right." Editor Huang smiled wryly, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

Huang Bian carefully looked at the figures on the report again, and then he concentrated, and repeated the sentence just now.

"Mr. Chow Yun-fat's book, if you simply count the outlets in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and don't include the sales in Shanghai, Shenzhen and Guangzhou, the sales volume on the first day is... cough, [-] copies."

Chapter 10 10, Envy, Jealousy and Hate!

President Tang squirted out all the soup he ate just now.

"What did you say?"

"Mr. Tang, please calm down first!" This was the first time Tang Liguo had seen such a gaffe. Lao Huang was surprised but also a little scared. He hurried over to try to comfort him, but was slapped away by his boss.

"Calm down? How do you tell me to calm down? The total sales volume was only 2 copies yesterday, and now [-] copies popped out of your mouth. How did you get the extra [-] copies? Did it fall from the sky? It was caused by the strong wind, Huang Yaoming, I usually treat you well, is it because I didn’t pay you my salary or what? Now, you... are you fucking kidding me?"

Seeing President Tang with a machine gun in his mouth, Editor Huang was taken aback and quickly explained.

"Mr. Tang misunderstood. We were also surprised when Mr. Chow Yun-fat's work was sold out as soon as it went on sale yesterday. Later, we contacted the printing factory directly to expedite the printing, so we caught up with the progress. Didn't you Are you not here? So I will take full responsibility for this matter." Editor Huang touched the sweat on his forehead, this matter is really complicated to explain.

"At first, I thought it would be enough to print another [-] copies, but later I realized that the number could not match the enthusiasm of the masses. As a result, [-] copies were sold in a blink of an eye after half a day's work, and then it was cut off. It's out of stock... We don't know why it's so evil, the audience all like Mr. Chow Yun-fat's book... And this is only yesterday's sales volume. I don't know how many copies will be sold today..."

Editor Huang is really sweating more and more at this moment. It is the first time he has seen Mr. Tang who is so furious. In fact, when he saw this string of numbers for the first time, he thought it was the accounting error of the finance department. Well, if he hadn't been to the scene to see such a grand scene later, he really wouldn't have known that Mr. Chow Yun-fat's work was so popular this time.