I'm just sorry for plagiarism

Thirty thousand copies, even if it is calculated based on the profit of ten yuan per book, it is a full profit of 30 yuan!

30 may be nothing in the eyes of a certain big entrepreneur, but don't forget that this is only the first day's sales.

What about the next few days?

Moreover, the sales point in Yecheng only officially opened for sale today?

Not only Yecheng, but also Longhao, Xitong, Anqu, Shanghuai, etc., etc., and the seven or eight small border counties under it all started their official sales today.

As an editorial agency, Juvenile Literature has its own independent outlets, which are not only the shadow of the three physical books sold on newsstands, various bookstores, and magazine stores.

But this "Dream" is the only one that stands out, even far surpassing the other two.

With such a terrifying number, I don't know how terrifying it will rise to in the next few days of sales.

"If I believe what you say, there will be ghosts." Mr. Tang naturally didn't believe this set of hype rhetoric. He gave Ke Ke a hard look, and then stretched out his hand towards him: "Bring me the financial statement!"

No matter how you put it, this kind of thing is too illusory, and he still can't accept it, the first-day sales of [-]?This TM is too scary.Editor Huang can also understand the mood of his own boss and boss. If he hadn't been there in person, who would believe that this string of numbers is really not just a joke to make fun of himself?

So he hurriedly handed over the paper with trepidation.

Just look at the stinking face of President Tang as he quickly scanned the report with his eyes. He was frowning at first, but when he saw the financial profit figures at the bottom .

The whole person's shoulders are a meal.

The two hands holding the report also visibly trembled slightly.

He even almost staggered and almost lost his standing.

"Mr. Tang, are you okay?" Bian Huang stood in front of the desk and asked cautiously.

Now he is really a little afraid that the big boss' blood pressure will rise again if he is not careful, and it will be troublesome then.

President Tang shook his head.

Then the two stopped talking.

Just look at Mr. Tang's eyes, which could not stop turning around the last string of numbers, as if he was also repeatedly confirming whether what he saw was true after all.

After being silent for a while, he suddenly spoke up, "Editor Huang." Mr. Tang asked.

"Hey, Mr. Tang, I'm here." Lao Huang quickly agreed.

"Is today April Fool's Day?"

"Mr. Tang, you are telling a joke." Editor Huang rubbed the cold sweat on his forehead, and with great difficulty grinned a smile that was uglier than crying.

"..." Then Mr. Tang continued to remain silent.

"That's right, Chinese New Year is coming soon, you guys are joking with me now, don't you want bonuses anymore?"

Huang Bian followed behind, smiling profusely with sweat.

After a long time, Tang Tang glanced up again: "The statistics of the Finance Department are really correct?"

"Mr. Tang, I went with him yesterday, and I saw everything on the scene." Editor Huang thought for a while, and then scratched his head with a very serious, sure, and incredible expression.

"So I think it should be right."

President Tang suddenly took a deep breath.

After a long time, he stretched out his hand and made a gesture.

"Mr. Tang, what are you doing?" Editor Huang asked hastily.

Mr. Tang ignored the subordinate standing in front of him at all, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it lightly.

This pumping almost lasted forever.

I don't know how long it has passed, just when Editor Huang thought that the CEO in front of him was about to fall asleep on the chair like this.

He slammed the table and stood up.

The momentum was so great that Huang Bian, who was standing in front of him, couldn't help being startled.

"Mr. Tang, what are you doing?"

"Call the printing company, just tell me this "How Many Flowers Fall in Dreams", and then print it for me, hurry up." After thinking for a while, Mr. Tang waved his hand: "Print first... ...[-] backup copies! If this batch is sold out again, let them know and be ready to rush.”

After finishing speaking, he didn't continue to talk about Huang Bian, but dialed a series of numbers from the sitting phone next to him.

While waiting for the busy signal, he let out a hey.

"The original advertising companies also discussed with me about placing advertisements in the booklet, but I didn't reply to them immediately. Because I couldn't guarantee it at that time, and I didn't know that such a business would be so expensive. It can really achieve the effect expected by those investors. Because no one knows the strength of our publicity." President Tang held the phone receiver and smiled: "But now, Mr. Chow Yun-fat has given us this confidence. "

"Advertising." Editor Huang was stunned for a moment, but he understood the meaning of President Tang's words. He was defending Teacher Chow Yun-fat, and subconsciously regarded her as one of the trump cards of his editorial agency?

You have to know that although my boss was optimistic about that little girl before, he never showed it so obviously?

"That's not very good." Editor Huang nodded and followed behind.

Just at this time, the phone rang, and Editor Huang signaled to his boss very interestingly, and then retreated from the office.

Before the door was closed, the voice of President Tang chatting with the other end of the phone resounded throughout the office.

Editor Huang smiled helplessly, and the expression on his face seemed to look like he was alive after a catastrophe.

It seems that he is the number one who can come out alive under President Tang's anger, right?

Thinking about it, I still need to accept the blessing of Teacher Chow Yun-fat, otherwise I really don't know how to deal with today's incident.

Although President Tang's expression on the surface was neither happy nor sad when reporting the results of the first two books before, but the editor Huang naturally knows the temperament of his boss, and his appearance is probably a kind of silent disappointment, right?

Fortunately, there is Mr. Chow Yun-fat to smooth things over...

But speaking of it, the shocking reversal of [-] volumes, this round is a bit too scary, isn't it?

As a result, when he was still in a daze, Li Bian, who was waiting at the door early, had already graciously joined him.

"Brother Huang."

Huang Yaoming came back to his senses with two ahhhs.

When I turned my head, I saw Editor Li walking over, and the two nodded to each other as a greeting.

During the conversation, Editor Li leaned over his head and smiled and said, "Brother Huang, we are now fully developed."

Editor Li naturally heard everything inside clearly at the door. Although the door of the room was closed just now, it seems that this simple room can't completely cover up the conversation between the two back rooms who were talking loudly just now.

So seeing Huang Bian coming out of it, he naturally followed closely behind.

"Hehe, what's developed? It's something that hasn't even been written off yet." Huang Bian now faced his younger generation, but his arrogance began to hold again, "Don't talk nonsense, so as not to make people laugh."

Li Bian nodded obediently.After thinking about it, I asked again.

"Do you want to tell Teacher Zhou Runfa?"

You must know that this is great news. The magazine sells well, not only because of the pride of the authors, but also because of the pride of their editors. The most important point is that it just proves that Is the propaganda strength of their juvenile literature?

"No way?" But after thinking about it, Huang Bian shook his head, "Don't tell Mrs. Zhou Runfa about this for now, young people should settle down, and don't tell her this kind of news, so as not to get angry in the future impatient."

"That's right, I was the one who was abrupt." Li Dexing agreed with a smile. "Editor Huang really has a vision."

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"Mr. Chow Yun-fat, it's a big deal!"

At noon the next day, the eldest lady sat alone in front of the computer, watching the piles of messages floating over her, she couldn't help but feel a little headache.

I don't know what kind of stimulation this editor Huang has received. From yesterday until now, he has sent himself a message on Penguin every five or six minutes. The content is almost the same. Most of them are about yesterday's book sale. matter.

To sum it up in a few words:

"Mr. Chow Yun-fat, [-] copies!"

"Mr. Chow Yun-fat, you are still rising."

"Mr. Chow Yun Fat, the media is reporting!"

"Mr. Chow Yun-fat, we have developed in this wave."

"Teacher Chow Yun Fat!"

"Teacher Chow Yun Fat..."

"Teacher Chow Yun-fat."

Through the screen, I can feel the 50-[-]-year-old editor Huang dancing on the opposite side.

Almost insane.

Yeah yeah I know it's really hot, but you don't have to be so excited, do you?

Besides, the sales volume of [-] copies is really nothing compared to the phenomenal little book in my previous life, isn't it?

You have to know the sales volume of "Dream" in the previous life, but within one year of its release, it has already exceeded 100 million copies, and it has won the national book list in one fell swoop.

Thirty thousand volumes?It's really not enough to see.

But such an achievement is considered a feat in this era.

At least from the current situation, the eyes of other brother editors and magazines have long been flushed with envy and hatred.

If nothing else, just talk about the first week.

It seems to have broken the sales record of 40 copies.

I don't know if this little book that I reproduced can achieve the same scene as the previous life?

She couldn't tell, and she didn't know.

After all, those things are from the previous life, and they have nothing to do with me at all.

So even in this life, her eldest lady is still a little confused.

What is the concept of [-] volumes?Maybe a lot, but even then so what?

Still haven't met the expectations of the previous life.

It doesn't even seem to have reached the passing line...

The eldest lady couldn't help but sighed.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, such a series of numbers can already create a period of history belonging to the editorial agency.

But speaking of it, the reason why the grades of the primary four students in the previous life were so explosive is also related to the fan audience accumulated in the previous few books.And the current situation of the eldest lady is almost no different from that of recruits.To be able to achieve such a result can also be said to be extraordinarily dazzling.

But the eldest lady is still a little bit uncomfortable.

What is there to say?

Do you have to throw away the goods?

People are better than others, so it really pissed people off?

Thinking about it, I find it funny again.

In case my dissatisfied thoughts let other people in the editorial agency know that they envy and hate the hot sales, but in the eyes of the eldest lady, they are not even as good as a butt.

Why don't they get so angry that they came over and hacked themselves to death?

Chapter 11 Chapter 11, Miss Yu and Miss

"What's wrong, Mr. Chow Yun-fat, you don't seem to be very interested." It seemed that he was aware of the other party's indifference, and Editor Huang was not annoyed.And the tone was laughing, as if it didn't matter what other people did, as long as he was in high spirits anyway.

Just listen to the editor Huang beaming happily: "You may not know, as of 3000 o'clock this morning, the new sales volume, not counting your Yecheng area, is more than 20 copies." , not counting the holidays in the next few days, and the increase in passenger flow. If we can keep going this week, let alone [-] copies, it is estimated that [-] to [-] copies can be sold! "

"Oh." The eldest lady curled her lips, and then sent a few words perfunctory. I don't know if it was because the other party was too excited, but she didn't notice the eldest lady's impatience at all. "It's amazing, it's amazing."

"By the way, why don't our editorial offices set up a book signing event for you here? The distance is not too far, and the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas are far away from your city of Ye. If you really want to come, it will take half a day, right?" The more he talked, the more his eyes lit up. "The time is set for today and tomorrow, what do you think? When the time comes, I will help you to build up your reputation, one is to do publicity, and the other is to pave the way for future development."

He said with a smile and asked: "How about Mr. Chow Yun-fat? You think about it first, the train ticket is still the air ticket. Our agency pays for it. If you really want to come, we will naturally welcome you here, and we will also include Room and board?"

Editor Huang's words are not without confidence, the main reason is that the profits that Mr. Chow Yun-fat brought to the club this time are too huge and scary.As far as yesterday's one-day sales volume is concerned, let alone two air tickets, even twenty or two hundred tickets are nothing.

And regarding this matter, their boss has actually given orders. If a book signing event is really set up, it will be of great benefit to both the club and the authors.Not only can you copy the topic while it's hot, but also such an opportunity to increase exposure is really not something you can have casually.

Although it is a bit impersonal to say so, if the object is changed to the authors of the other two books, then even if the book signing event is held, I am afraid that few people will attend it.

This is the so-called knock-on effect.First, the editorial agency recommends Mr. Chow Yun-fat's book, and when she becomes popular now, he can use her name to bring more benefits to his editorial agency.

In the final analysis, it was the teacher's magic touch that brought such a great turnaround to the society.

If I hadn't met this teacher who didn't play cards according to common sense, maybe the editorial agency is still in its infancy, and it is impossible to take such a long distance in one step.

The eldest lady is also a little tangled.