Tang Song said: "It's no problem to print, but how many copies do you want to print? ”

Nan Li asked: "How many copies can your factory print in a day?"

Tang Song said: "It depends on the specific situation, if it is a volume with a standard number of 250,000 words, three shifts 24 hours a day, and non-stop printing, it will be about 1 million copies." ”

Nan Li nodded: "Okay, then I'll print 4 million copies." ”

Bang.

Tang Song sat down directly from the chair, "Big brother, I'm old, brother, don't joke with me, right?"

He also took on this kind of work, but most of them survived printing hundreds or thousands of copies.

In the past, he couldn't look down on this kind of small work, but now that he has been hit by the Internet, physical publishing is sluggish, and no matter how small the mosquito is, it is meat, and he can earn a little.

But he had never seen millions of copies printed.

What's the trouble?

You can't be so wasteful if you have money!

Nan Li shook his head and said calmly: "I'm not kidding you, my set of novels is 1 million words, and one set is divided into 4 volumes." 4 million copies is exactly 1 million sets. You calculate how much it will cost. ”

Tang Song saw that Nanli's tone was very sincere, as if he was teasing him, so he took out the calculator and counted it.

After a few minutes, he raised his head again: "If it's a regular version, it's about 5 yuan for a book......"

Before he finished speaking, Nan Li directly interrupted him: "I want a hardcover version, the best craftsmanship and materials." ”

Hearing this, Tang Song lowered his head again, counted it, and said after a few minutes:

"The use of environmentally friendly ink, sewing glue binding process, the paper is coated paper, kraft cover, the cost of a volume is about 20 yuan, a set is 80 yuan, 1 million sets is 80 million. As for the cost of typography, we don't charge it. ”

"Deal, I'll transfer the money to you now, I only have one request, it must be all printed within four days, not one more second. ”

"In addition, after the printing is completed, the books are sent to major bookstores so that they can give them away to customers for free. ”

After speaking, Nan Li left the manuscript and left directly.

Tang Song looked at the 80 million in the account in a daze, he didn't expect Nan Li to really agree.

"It's good to be rich, you can't be a literary master, you can print it out and give it away, one print is 1 million sets!

Tang Song swallowed a mouthful of spittle, and ordered his subordinates to sweep the manuscript on the table to the computer, design the typesetting, and order the workers to print it with all their might.

After all this, he picked up the manuscript again and read it.

He was also curious, what kind of book did this little brother with a generous hand and nouveau riche temperament write?

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes is still a martial arts novel!"

Tang and Song turned the first page.

[1st Round: Wind and Snow Shock]

The Qiantang River is mighty and mighty, day and night, endlessly bypassing the side of Niujia Village, Lin'an Prefecture, Liangzhejiang West Road, and flowing into the sea in the east.

There are dozens of black cypress trees in a row on the riverside, and the leaves are as red as fire, and it is the time of August. The weeds in front of the village and behind the village have just begun to turn yellow, and under the reflection of the slanting sun, it has become a little more depressed.

Under two large pine trees gathered a group of villagers, men and women and a dozen children, listening intently to a thin old man.

The speaker was in his fifties, and a green cloth robe had faded to blue-gray and white. I only heard him touch the two pear blossom planks a few times, and the bamboo stick in his left hand beat on a small drum continuously. Singing:

"The little peach blooms without an owner, and the tobacco is vast with a night crow.

Several ruined wells have always been people's homes. ”

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Tang Song was fascinated when he saw this, and I don't know how long it took before he closed the book and sighed faintly:

"Genius, the author of this book is a great talent, and this legend of the Condor Heroes is even more of a strange book!"

Every character in this book comes to life on the page.

It's as if they really exist in our world.

The eccentric Huang Rong.

The honest and honest Guo Jing.

The East Evil Yellow Medicine Master, who is also both good and evil.

Emperor Duan of the Southern Emperor who practiced martial arts and became obsessed.

The insidious and vicious Western poison Ouyang Feng.

The chivalrous Northern Beggar, Hong Qigong.

The world's No. 1 Zhongshentong Wang Chongyang.

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"Each character is portrayed in three parts, even if you close the book, you can remember it vividly. ”

"What's even more rare, there is love and righteousness in this book, there is Guo Jing and Huang Rong's pure and true love, there is the righteousness of the family and the country, and there is brotherhood. ”

"Seconds, this writing is too seconds, it's a school of its own!"

Tang Song sighed:

"I really don't know what this little brother thinks, no matter which publishing house this book throws it to, it will have to rush to be published, if it works well, it will be no problem to earn him hundreds of millions. ”

Of course, he just sighed, after all, he is not the author of this book, and how people operate it is their business.

Here, Nanli went out of the Zhongtian Printing Factory, and went to nine large printing factories in a row, and also negotiated with them about printing, spending a total of 720 million.

Counting the previous expenses, so far, just 10 billion have been spent.

"If nothing else, after these two concerts, the task of the system can be completed. Nanli finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's seven o'clock, it's time to get ready for the concert. ”

Nan Li looked at the time and drove to the Magic City 80,000 Stadium.

Outside the gymnasium.

A sea of people.

Nanli looked at the long dragons and was very satisfied, let alone 80,000 people, 800,000 people can be filled.

"Young man, you're here to get the money too?" asked an old man on crutches.

"Hmm. Nan Li replied vaguely.

The old man said, "Young man, you didn't bring anything?"

Nan Li was curious: "What to bring?"

The old man was serious: "Cotton, earplugs or headphones? You see these people are prepared." ”

The old man pointed to the flow of people in line, and admonished him earnestly:

"We took 1,000 yuan from others, and no matter how ugly the singing is, we have to endure listening to it!"

Nan Li touched his nose: "I think he should sing very well." ”

"Cut. The old man rolled his eyes: "Young man, you are too young, can you pay to listen to it if you sing well?" This concert is similar to marrying a wife, cheap and not good, let alone paying for money?"

Nanli smiled bitterly, without squeaking.

He contacted Zhang Shuqi, and soon a security guard brought him into the infield, and there was only half an hour left before the concert began.

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Eight o'clock sharp.

Nan Li wore gorgeous costumes and stood on the stage, looking at the scene of 80,000 people, his heart was surging.

This is the charm of money, which can make a nobody get over the addiction of the emperor superstar.

Under the stage, everyone is also looking at this local tyrant.

Spend 200 million to invite people to listen to your own singing, look, is this something that people can do?

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