"Another book?"

Fang Hao took a look and said:

"Xiao Ren hasn't grown up yet, isn't it a little too early to release her growth diary now?"

Before this, the company already had a publishing plan, that is, to publish a "Little Mercy's Growth Diary" in the name of Fang Hao.

This plan was made before Haoran Culture Company was established.

But now Xiao Lian's folded ear cat has not fully grown up, so he has published a growth diary, which is obviously not so suitable.

It's going to take a few months.

When Fang Hao heard Liu Qing talk about publishing a book, what he thought of was this planned project.

"That's not what I'm talking about," Liu Qing said, "My idea is that since Brother Hao, you already have the title of a poet, it is better to simply publish a book of poems." ”

"Poetry collection, are you writing enough poems to produce a poetry collection?" Fang Hao asked.

He can't write poetry himself, so this kind of thing can only be handed over to Liu Qing.

Liu Qing disagreed: "This is quite easy, isn't it just to use the enter key repeatedly? A poem with more than 100 words can fill a page, and a poetry book with one or two hundred pages is enough, about 20,000 or 30,000 words can make a poetry collection, and it can be done in three days at most." ”

"It's so simple?" Fang Hao was taken aback.

"Writing poems, and poems for middle school students, is of course simple. Liu Qing said.

It's not that middle school students don't have the ability to appreciate poetry, but those who come to Fang Hao for the charm of words or the charm of faces, everyone knows in their hearts.

Even if you write flowers, those brainless fans can't see it.

He explained to Fang Hao the benefits of producing a book of poems.

A collection of poems can have a lot of spaces, and there is not much pressure in terms of the number of words.

Poetry can be exaggerated, abstract, magical, hazy, and satirical.

Even if it is a simple text, or even a very clumsy text, as long as you find a literary critic with a rich vocabulary, you can make a very in-depth interpretation.

Moreover, the collection of poems with pure text content has very low requirements for printing paper, which can greatly save costs.

As for the price, it makes sense that something as elegant as poetry would be sold at a higher price.

Literature is priceless.

Fang Hao was moved by what he said, and said: "This can be operated, you will be ready to get out the poetry collection in the next few days, Wenwen, you go to contact the publishing house, it is still the old rule, we publish the book at our own expense, and the copyright belongs to us." ”

At the time of the meal, they had already drawn up the name of the poetry collection, called "The Sorrow and Sorrow of Youth".

In the name of youth, you can just rub on the popularity of the upcoming reality show "Footprints of Youth".

When the book came out, it was when this online reality show was on the air, and it was difficult to think about it.

The three words of sorrow and sorrow can be seen in the theme style of this poetry collection, and it is also a depressive book.

A literary and warm man with depression, this is a good character.

In hell, the heart is bright.

The price, after all, the requirements for paper are not so high, too expensive and not suitable, you can set a 58 yuan a copy.

At the dinner, Fang Hao also announced that as long as this operation can be successful, he will reward Liu Qing with a big red envelope.

He didn't say how big the red envelope was, because he didn't know how big it was now.

You have to see how much money you can make.

But there is one thing, no matter how much money he makes, there will be an upper limit on the red envelopes given to Liu Qing.

Can't let this guy be too rich, too rich, maybe he will give up his job for his so-called feelings, and write about the Internet that is destined to hit the street.

You can let him live a more decent life through his own efforts, but you can't let him live a financially free life.

He knew that Liu Qing was also from the countryside, and he also knew the price level in the countryside, maybe after this guy made hundreds of thousands of dollars all at once, he didn't want to live under other people's hands, and went to the countryside to enjoy his old age.

That's one less capable subordinate.

Now although Fang Hao doesn't know how capital works, he already has a bit of a capitalist mind, and he will draw a big pie for his staff, but he will not be overfed no matter what.

When Fang Hao came back, he also sent a WeChat message to Shan Rou.

As a consequence of this, the next morning, he was woken up by the sound of Shan Rou ringing the doorbell.

At this time, it was already past 8 o'clock in the morning, and after Shan Rou drove Tang Xiaodie to school, she didn't return to the villa, but came directly to his community.

Fang Hao picked up a pajama and put it on, ran to the door very reluctantly, and asked angrily:

"Who's going to ring the doorbell in the morning?"

"I, your sister, have come to see you. ”

Shan Rou's voice sounded on the other side of the door.

Fang Hao tossed a little late last night, only slept for three hours, and some regretted that he shouldn't have told Shan Rou that he was back so early.

But the people had already arrived at the door, and it was impossible to refuse it, so he opened the door, rubbed his eyes, and said:

"I went to bed late last night, and I'm still very sleepy, so you can play by yourself first. ”

After closing the door, he stumbled to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed.

Shan Rou ran over early in the morning, of course, she had her own intentions, and now seeing Fang Hao like this, she couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

But looking at Fang Hao like that, he knew that he really didn't sleep well, and he couldn't make it difficult for others.

said: "Then you go to sleep, I just sent the girl to school, and I squinted for a while, it was a return to sleep." ”

I took off my clothes and climbed into bed.

Ye Wenwen was also woken up, and she was also very tired like Fang Hao—she tossed until the middle of the night last night, but Fang Hao was not alone in tossing.

Seeing Shan Rou coming in, she blinked her eyes and said hello inarticulately: "Sister Rou, you're here." ”

Then he closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

Shan Rou squeezed beside Fang Hao, squinting her eyes and sleeping, she was originally a little tired, but there was something in her heart, the more she thought about it, the more she became angry, and she couldn't sleep more and more.

The two hands groped around, and they felt that if they didn't put out the fire now, they would burn themselves.

One hand fumbled around, as if finding a fire extinguisher......

After Fang Hao fell on the bed, he quickly fell asleep.

Falling asleep and falling asleep began to dream.

I dreamed of a vast prairie.

I dreamed that I had become a sturdy horse, galloping across the grassland.

I dreamed that someone seemed to be riding his horse, galloping and soaring across the grassland......

When he had this dream, Shan Rou also had a trance-like feeling, as if he had become an excellent rider, driving a BMW on the grassland......

…………