The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993 Chapter 241

Chapter 241, selling like crazy (please subscribe!)

The day began to dawn, chickens and dogs barked outside the window, and Professor Shen downstairs was singing Peking Opera again:

Heavenly Immortal Mansion,

The prime minister's house in the world.

If you want to be really rich,

Unless the imperial family…

Professor Shen is now corroded by the heat of Qigong and fainted by a group of old men. But this Peking Opera singing is still very good, and I think she was a woman with all kinds of charm when she was young.

After staying up all night, Zhang Xuan put the pen aside and yawned, feeling a little sleepy.

Although it was extremely sleepy, the harvest this evening was also excellent.

Hearted hard, wrote nearly 5,700 words, and also included a lot of fine carving and grinding.

Stretching again, he couldn't help but think of Lao Jia. It is said that it took only one month to write the first draft of the 300,000-character "Abandoned Capital", and he wrote more than 10,000 words a day.

And it took less than half a year to revise before and after.

I don't know how he did it, what a **** man!

On this point, Zhang Xuan still admires others.

"You haven't slept all night yet."

Just when Zhang Xuan stared at a flock of birds outside the window in a daze, Du Shuangling pushed the door and came in, came over and hugged him, looking distressed.

Zhang Xuan clenched his arms tightly with his backhand, lowered his head and asked, "Did you wait in bed for a long time last night?"

"Virtue ~"

Du Shuangling filmed him, and then asked, "What would you like to have for breakfast?"

Zhang Xuan said: "I haven't eaten shumai for a long time. I want to eat shumai. I want three. I also need a cup of bean curd, some white sand sugar, and a fried dough stick."

"Okay, I'll go buy it now, you wash up first."

"Um."

Du Shuangling released him and left. Wen Hui and Zou Qingzhu upstairs went to the South Gate.

Today is April 1st, the day when the physical book of "Wind Sound" is listed.

Zhang Xuan, who was open-minded a few days ago, was inexplicably nervous today.

"White Deer Plain" sold more than 600,000 copies last year.

"Abandoned City" sold 2 million copies of genuine copies a year, and it is said that pirated copies sold at least 4 million copies.

Thinking of the huge sales data of these two books, Zhang Xuan was a little dazed under the shower.

His mother's cowhide has already been blown out. If she is slapped in the face in the end, if "Wind Sound" has not been sold to others. Even worse...

Then how will you meet people in the future?

Isn't that a genius writer and a million-dollar salary a joke?

Bah! It's all Tao Ge's fault.

The old man shamelessly began to shirk his responsibilities.

He was thinking: If he really hadn't sold others, he would have to force Tao Ge to release the interview records to correct his name.

As for whether her face is important or not, it is definitely not as important as herself. If you want the old man to call "sister", how can you do it without paying?

I haven't seen Ouyang Yong, haven't he heard "brother-in-law" yet?

Take a bath quickly, wash your hair quickly, and come back from breakfast not too slow.

Zhang Xuan was eating shumai while listening to Du Shuangling and Zou Qingzhu discussing the comments in the newspaper.

At the end of , I couldn't help but ask Wen Hui who was watching "The Wind": "Comrade Wen Hui, how is my writing level?"

Hearing this, Wen Hui put down the book and looked at him, smiled brightly, pouted, and shrunk her head to the back of the book again. No sound.

Didn't hear the compliments, Zhang Xuan muttered: "Hey! I'm asking nonsense too. You are a little girl, what can you understand?"

Wen Hui at the back of the book showed a little pear vortex, pretended not to hear, and continued to read.

Well, this is a dumbass.

Zhang Xuan, who was nervous in his heart, immediately changed his target and asked Zou Qingzhu, "Comrade Qingzhu, what level of writer do you think I am now?"

Zou Qingzhu turned around halfway, ignoring his wink, and said solemnly, "Don't you have only one sample magazine? Wenhui is reading it now, but I haven't read it yet."

"I!…"

Zhang Xuan got angry, "You haven't read the book, so why are you criticizing others with Shuangling?"

Zou Qingzhu said with a straight face: "I call this political correctness, commonly known as hugging thighs."

Zhang Xuan didn't want to talk to her anymore, so the three of them ate the siu mai, sucked the bean curd flowers, washed their hands and went back to the bedroom.

After I fell asleep, the flood was monstrous outside.

The book sells well, let's talk about it when we wake up.

I didn't sleep all night last night. This time I slept deadly. If it wasn't for being woken up by Du Shuangling in the middle, Zhang Xuan would still be able to sleep.

struggled to open his eyes, Zhang Xuan asked confusedly, "What time is it?"

Du Shuangling replied fluently: "It's still more than 10 minutes to 1 point."

Then, without waiting for Zhang Xuan to roll her eyes, she said apologetically, "Sister Tao called earlier and found out that you were sleeping and hung up. I called again just now, and said to call back in 15 minutes."

Zhang Xuan was surprised: "Sister Tao, Sister Tao, you're going to be called a sister?"

Du Shuangling replied with a smile: "She asked me to call her sister in the future, so I called."

Zhang Xuan said dissatisfiedly: "It is said that marrying a chicken follows a chicken, marrying a dog follows a dog, why don't you learn from me? How can you easily call it out if there is no benefit?"

Du Shuangling said with a smile, "Sister Tao took the lady's route, and I'm doing this for your own good too."

Zhang Xuan was stunned and looked her up and down for a while: "Madam's route? Do you know what Madam does?"

Du Shuangling's face became hot, grabbed the clothes by the bedside and threw them on him, and happily left the door.

After washing up, he ate a bowl of beef noodles that Comrade Shuangling brought down from upstairs to cushion his stomach. Before Tao Ge's call came, he waited for Yuan Lan's call.

Yuan Lan asked: "Your book is on the market today?"

Zhang Xuan replied: "Yes, did you see it in the newspaper?"

Yuan Lan said: "It's not in the newspaper. When I was passing by the Xinhua Bookstore just now, I happened to see someone queuing up to buy your new book, so I got out of the car and bought a copy.

Guess how long it took me to line up? "

Zhang Xuan thought about it and guessed: "10 minutes?"

Yuan Lan smiled and said, "It seems that you are very confident in yourself. On such an important day, you don't come to the scene to check the situation."

Zhang Xuan followed and laughed, "Come on, if you want to say I'm a salted fish, just say it, what's the relationship between the two of us, don't show me mercy."

He was curious: "How long did it take you?"

Yuan Lan said: "I deliberately counted the time, 23 minutes. And if I arrive 5 minutes late, I won't be able to buy it."

Zhang Xuan was shocked, "So popular?"

"Yes, Xinhua Bookstore is out of stock."

At this point, Yuan Lan said congratulations: "Congratulations, great writer. Once you became famous, your name will be a golden signboard from now on."

Zhang Xuan said cheerfully: "Really, can I go to your place to eat and drink with this name?"

Yuan Lan said seriously: "Yes, naturally, free for life."

Zhang Xuan joked: "Yo, I'm a little flattered. With fame, you can be free for life, and you can go shopping with the ancients."

Yuan Lan answered: "The brothel, isn't it? But all I drive are Qingba, there is no lady.

If you like this tone, I can help you think of a way. I have a younger sister, whose body, looks, and education can be considered one in a thousand miles. She is studying in the United States now, so we can sit and chat another day? "

Zhang Xuanshun asked, "My sister?"

Yuan Lan said: "My dear, I have the same father and mother."

Zhang Xuan's eyes widened in disbelief: "Is there a sister who does this?"

Yuan Lan did not refute: "This is called the field of fat water not flowing to outsiders. Of course, for a young talent like you, you must be a real sister."

Zhang Xuan glanced at the surroundings, "Yuan Lan, I'm convinced! You are too motherly to give up."

Yuan Lan said proudly: "It's called being reluctant to let the child catch the wolf, and you can't look down on ordinary vulgar fans."

Zhang Xuan, "..."

Seeing him choking, Yuan Lan changed the subject at the right time: "When are you free? You promised to get together with me a few years ago. It's been two months in a flash."

Zhang Xuan patted his forehead, "Well, it's my fault, look at my memory, I forgot about it at my grandma's house.

How about a few days? In a few days, I'm done with my work, and I'll come to apologize in person. "

Yuan Lan achieved his goal and said: "Today is your big day, you should be very busy. Then I will not waste your time, I will hang up, I will meet you another day, and talk to you about something."

"Okay, hang up."

Putting the receiver back in place, Zhang Xuan was in a good mood. He didn't expect the new book to be so powerful that it was sold out.

This is something he never dared to think about before. The propaganda of people's literature is powerful!

The call was a bit long, and his mouth was dry. Zhang Xuan got up and poured himself a cup of hot tea.

took a sip and walked around the house by the way. I didn't find the two actors. It took me a while to remember that today is Wednesday, and this girl is probably in the classroom by now.

After drinking a cup of tea, when Zhang Xuan stared at the phone on the coffee table, the phone on the coffee table rang.

Know who it is without guessing.

picked it up, and there was a voice over there.

"wake up?"

"Um."

Tao Ge asked, "Have you eaten lunch yet?"

Zhang Xuan lied and opened his mouth: "I'm not in the mood, I'm waiting for your news."

Tao Ge smiled and said, "Then you can eat well."

Zhang Xuan asked knowingly: "It sells well?"

Tao Ge said: "The market has responded well, better than you think.

Before 10 am today, all Xinhua Bookstores in Beijing and Shanghai were closed.

Just an hour ago, your Xinhua Bookstore in Yangcheng also called to urge the goods.

So far, the whole country has been out of stock.

And the major Xinhua bookstores in the capital are now driving cars and carrying a lot of cash at the gate of the publishing house. "

Is out of stock nationwide?

Driving with cash to block the door?

Zhang Xuan was dumbfounded!

As if listening to stories in a dream, listening to other people's stories in a dream.

When did you dream about yourself?

Through Yuan Lan's phone call, he knew that the book was selling well, but he never thought it would sell so well!

This grand event was achieved last year in the "Abandoned Capital".

It only opened today, did you do it yourself?

70,000 books sold out after opening the door…

Cattle! What a **** bullshit!

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Tao Ge asked, "Still listening?"

Zhang Xuan hurriedly said, "I'm listening."

Tao Ge quipped: "I thought you were stupid."

Zhang Xuan said sincerely: "If this goes on like this, I'm going to be stupid."

Then he asked closely: "Is it reprinted?"

Tao Ge said: "Don't worry, you are fully prepared, the workers and the machines are all running."

Zhang Xuan asked: "How much is printed this time?"

Tao Ge, who was in a good mood, beat the mute: "Guess what?"

Zhang Xuan said: "I'm a big-name writer now, I don't want to guess."

Tao Ge threatened: "That sister is dead."

"No, I guess."

Zhang Xuan surrendered instantly: "Is there any 500,000 copies?"

Tao Ge, "..."

Zhang Xuan frowned, "Such a big publishing house, so lacking in courage?"

Tao Ge, "..."

Zhang Xuan raised his voice and asked, "How much?"

Tao Ge finally spoke this time: "300,000 copies. According to the new round of reservations in Xinhua Bookstores across the country, it is currently planned to print 300,000 copies.

Just half an hour ago, 23,000 copies of the reprinted books were sent to the major Xinhua Bookstores in Beijing. "

"Only 300,000 copies?"

did not meet expectations, Zhang Xuan said resentfully: ""Abandoned City" sold 2 million copies last year, which is not a big deal of piracy. If you don't prepare well, piracy will go ahead of you..."

Tao Ge explained: "We have all considered what you said, but we have to go according to market conditions.

But don't worry too much. At present, the publishing house has suspended the printing of other physical books, focusing on ensuring the supply of "Wind Sound".

At the same time, the propaganda offensive has also begun to be rolled out in major provinces and municipal cities across the country. It is expected that sales data will usher in explosive growth in the next month. "

Hey, I still have no courage! Zhang Xuan sighed silently in his heart.

But then he can understand this situation, how long has it been since the domestic reform and opening up? How long has the market economy been open?

The rights of large-scale units such as people's literature are in the hands of the older generation, and their thinking is inevitably somewhat conservative.

In these years, it is no different than later generations. The publishing channel of the publishing house is very single, namely Xinhua Bookstore, which to a large extent shackles the hands and feet of the major publishing houses. Any decision should be based on the needs of Xinhua Bookstore.

But then again, he was just a fledgling, and if the 300,000 copies printed could be sold out within a month, he would be content.

His short-term goal is to surpass the 600,000 copies of "White Deer Plain".

As for the long-term goal, of course, it is beyond the "abandoned capital".

But long-term goals are a bit difficult. The "waste capital" that can sell 12 million copies of pirated books in 2 years is not so easy to surpass.

Just as a human being, who has no dreams?

We talked on the phone for a long time, but Zhang Xuan was at ease.

After finishing the call, the old man who couldn't help running straight to the first floor shouted:

"Old Deng! Old Deng! I haven't had a drink with you for two months. Have you had any drinks today? I want to get drunk today."

Deng Daqing was writing an academic paper at this time. Seeing him come uninvited, he put his fingers on his glasses and asked, "I'm so happy, did you have a happy event today?"

Zhang Xuan sat down and nodded violently with a smile on his face.

Old Deng turned his head to look at him for a long time, his face a little suspicious: "You kid doesn't have a fortune of 40 million, right?"

Zhang Xuan blinked and said jokingly: "Why, are you afraid?"

Lao Deng shook his head, "Afraid? Sooner or later, I have to take that step. What's so scary about me, Lao Deng. It's just that I'm not ready yet."

Zhang Xuan asked: "How long do you have to prepare?"

Old Deng thought about it and said, "At least finish this semester. You have to have a beginning and an end. I have to bring this class of students to graduation."

Zhang Xuan nodded, and then asked again: "Is there any wine today?"

Lao Deng looked at him, "I think about it?"

Zhang Xuan replied: "I think about it."

"Can you get drunk?"

"Can get drunk!"

"Okay." After saying that, Lao Deng put the things on the table, then got up and said, "You are so determined today, then I will take you to a place."

Zhang Xuan followed and got up and went out, curiously asked: "Where?"

Lao Deng locked the door and said, "Qian Shili, do you remember?"

"Remember, go to him?"

"If you want to eat and drink and don't pay, we have to go there."

(end of this chapter)

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