When the clock hand on the first floor of the Dongou Daily Group building pointed to six o'clock, the people in the building were still busy.

A large group of people were called back to work overtime on Sunday afternoon, but no one had half a complaint, but they all smiled on their faces - although everyone went viral in the afternoon when Lin Miao killed all sides in the CCTV four sets of news, they all vaguely thought of Lin Guorong's three books, which should set off a boom in sales after that, but surely no one expected that this wave of market would rise so fast.

In just two hours, orders for three books were sent like snowflakes from all over the country to the sales department of Dongou Daily. Later, when the people in the office took a thick stack of printing sheets and sent them to the printing office, the people at the printing office were confused.

Nima really hasn't seen a folder for printing......

You must know that every list comes out, at least it is the shipment volume of thousands of calculations. And the thick pile of lists that I received today, how many books do you have to print in one go? Two million, three million, five million?

Dog's day, it doesn't matter if people are tired, but with such a play, the machine can't stand it!

The pain of bliss came too suddenly.

However, the master of the entire printing department complained and complained, and as soon as the machine was turned on, he still stuffed paper into it without blinking, and then watched the pages of the printed book slide out of the machine, just like watching the money printing machine print out of the banknotes, and his eyes lit up.

- This is not much different from printing money.

All afternoon, the people in the Dongou Daily Group building were laughing non-stop. Because from Ding Shaoyi to the bottom, the workers of the printing factory affiliated to the group publishing house all know that they are going to be comfortable this year.

If you can catch up with the year and brush up on such a wave of performance, maybe even the books of other newly signed writers under the group can borrow the name of Lao Lin and sell one or two percentage points more. As far as Ding Shaoyi's self-financed publishing house is concerned, even if the filial piety to the group headquarters is removed, the more than 800 employees of their publishing house will get a year-end bonus of more than 3,000 yuan per person, which is absolutely absolutely not a problem.

Ding Shaoyi counted her fingers, according to her highest dividend level, with the current profit of the group's literary publishing house, she has won more than 200,000 yuan so far this year. Let the people below know that it is going to cause a riot.

And even if this number is exaggerated to this extent, at the end of the day, it is only "the current number".

There is still a period of time before the Chinese New Year, Lao Lin's "Travels in Longjiang" has not yet been put on the shelves, and Lin Miao's "Truth: What Are We Talking About When We Are Talking About Others" has not moved a word.

"Travels in Longjiang" is nothing, it is just a government project in the city next door, and I don't expect to sell much. But in the book "The Truth", Ding Shaoyi just read the outline, and he was faintly excited to have a hunch that the book "The Truth" could sell a rare achievement in Chinese history. If it weren't for Lin Miao's fact that she was as busy as his father now, she would have wanted to carry a knife to Lin Miao's house to urge the change on the spot.

You two are not in a hurry to wait for the money to be spent, and the eight hundred people up and down the publishing house are all looking forward to making a fortune!

At 6:20, Ding Shaoyi drank the last sip of coffee in the cup, and after signing a purchase order from a county-level city that didn't know which corner of the map of the motherland was, he got up and walked outside the editor-in-chief.

Seeing this, the secretary sitting outside the editor-in-chief hurriedly got up and asked, "Director Ding, what do you want to eat for dinner......?"

"If you don't eat it, I'll just go down and take a walk, and I'll be back soon, and you can help me make me another cup of coffee and add more sugar." ”

Ding Shaoyi walked out with a smile, and the secretary hurriedly agreed: "Okay, I'll go immediately." ”

Walking through the quiet corridor, Ding Shaoyi looked at the floor where there was only one office for her, and pushed open the door of the large conference room that no one usually enters, but found that there was actually a person sitting in the corner of the conference room.

He Shengming, who was nesting in the corner to catch up with the draft, didn't expect Ding Shaoyi to appear in the conference room so late, so he quickly got up and said, "Director Ding, there's no one downstairs for me......"

"Sit, you write yours. Ding Shaoyi was in a good mood.

He Shengming sat down a little apprehensively.

He has been writing things since the morning, finished today's draft early at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and then began to write the outline of "Seeking Immortals" for the week - this is intended to be used for a conference call with Lin Miao. It's just that I didn't expect today's thinking to be exceptionally clear, and it is like a spring of thought to write. Even at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, the building was lively for a while, and he didn't pay attention to it, and he was always engrossed in himself. It wasn't until the people on that floor of the Literature Department were all gone that he had a whimsical idea and sneaked up to Ding Shaoyi's floor, wanting to experience the feeling of using a whole large conference room by himself - He Shengming felt that he should be qualified to do this, after all, "Seeking Immortals" has an excellent market reputation now, and at least half of his credit must be given here, right?

Ding Shaoyi didn't even bother to think about why He Shengming appeared here and what he was doing here.

She walked to the window of the conference room, lifted the curtains, and looked at the nearby Ou River, where small boats rippled like fireflies. In my mind, I carefully reviewed the origin of today's money rain-

There is obviously a relationship between Sunday, because there are many people staying at home, and there are naturally many people who see the news; there is also a relationship with the CCTV platform, the national signal, which can be received even in the border areas, with wide coverage and high ratings; and the relationship between Lin Miao's performance, the eight-year-old child, not only won the national award, but also spoke English as well as Mandarin when receiving the award, which is enough to catch people's attention; Finally, of course, there is also the relationship between Lao Lin himself, a popular writer, wrote three books in a year, the first two are popular all over the country, and the latter one is not so popular in the market, but the reputation is quite good。

When these four factors are combined, coupled with the gimmick of "well-known writer + prodigy son", while the news dissemination power is flying, it is also easy to think of the book "Ask: Lin Guorong's View of Literature and Literary Education", which is actually used by Lao Lin to educate his son. Therefore, when millions of parents saw Lao Lin's prodigy son show the whole audience on CCTV International Channel, the sales of "Ask" are obviously no longer a problem;

Ding Shaoyi thought so, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

The well-known writer Lin Guorong, the invincible prodigy Lin Sanshui......

The two of them are tied together, and it is simply the strongest marketing nuclear bomb in the history of Dongou City......

Even in the entire Qujiang Province, it should be one of the best.

Anyway, with Ding Shaoyi's news channels, she has never heard of anyone else in the provincial capital who has market appeal that can be more vigorous than the golden pair of Lao Lin and Lin Miao. Not to mention, narrowed down to the "cultural publishing circle".

The more Ding Shaoyi thought about it, the happier she became, and she felt that after the New Year, it was time to sign a new long-term contract with Lao Lin and Lin Miao.

Five years is not too little, ten years is not too much, and it is best to sign until the year of her honorable retirement!

"Director Ding, I'm done writing, I'll go first......" He Shengming stood up with a resigned look, and spoke to Ding Shaoyi from afar, but the next sentence had a bit of a taste of invitation, "Miao Miao is still waiting for me to have a meeting with him, it's too late to write today, I still have to use the phone of the unit......"

Ding Shaoyi was stunned when she heard this, as if she had almost forgotten what He Shengming was doing, and asked, "What meeting are you having with Miao Miao?"

""Seeking Immortals"!" He Shengming said busily, "I just wrote out the outline for next week, Miao Miao originally said that he was going to come back from the capital today, but he didn't come back, so I could only talk to him on the phone." ”

"Oh......" Ding Shaoyi suddenly remembered which cat and dog He Shengming was, and said with a smile, "Don't be so troublesome, go to my office to fight, and I'll listen to what you guys have to talk about." You haven't eaten at night, have you? I'll get you some food, and you can talk as you eat......"

He Shengming was surprised and delighted, but he couldn't help but be reserved first: "Is it convenient?"

Ding Shaoyi smiled: "If you feel inconvenient, then forget it." ”

He Shengming is the opponent of an old fritter like Ding Shaoyi, and hurriedly smiled and said: "Convenient, convenient! I am definitely convenient!"

"Come on, get things done early, and you go back to rest early. Tomorrow is Monday again, day after day, and the days go by too fast......" Ding Shaoyi spoke, turned around and walked to the door of the conference room, and pushed the door out.

He Shengming hurriedly packed up his things, and hurriedly carried his briefcase and followed.

Walking behind Ding Shaoyi in a hurry, as soon as He Shengming walked into the outer room of the editor-in-chief's office, Ding Shaoyi's secretary immediately stood up and said, "Director Ding, the coffee is ready!"

"Hmm. Ding Shaoyi responded lightly, and pointed to He Shengming again, "You go down to Xiao He to get a share, use my ticket, and go to window 3." ”

"Good. The secretary agreed very simply, looked at He Shengming more, I don't know what kind of luck he had, and ran into the big leader's office when he saw the sky, and he didn't look like a little white face, he could only be classified as "talented", and then smiled at him, and quickly opened the drawer of the desk in front of him, took out the special meal ticket for the newspaper leader, and hurriedly went downstairs.

Window No. 3 is naturally the leader's special dining window.

He Shengming thanked Ding Shaoyi repeatedly, but when he walked into the office, his mind turned elsewhere. He was extremely confident in the outline he did today, and he was so confident that he thought that when Ding Shaoyi heard him finish talking to Lin Miao on the phone, he might be promoted and raised on the spot. He was even already thinking that in a few years, even if he couldn't be on an equal footing with Ding Shaoyi, he could at least become her indispensable right-hand man, and at that time, what would a meal from window No. 3 be a meal?

He Shengming thought so, and was very anxious to pour out all the thoughts about "Seeking Immortals" in his stomach to let Ding Shaoyi know. Ding Shaoyi was unhurried, first glanced at the time, saw that it was only half past six, took a sip of coffee, and actually chatted with He Shengming: "Miao Miao is still finishing eating, let's wait a little longer." ”

He Shengming was full of excitement and was pressed back by Ding Shaoyi's soft words.

I heard Ding Shaoyi continue to say: "Our newspaper will be restructured next year, do you know?"

He Shengming shook his head.

Ding Shaoyi said with a smile: "Our group publishing house is too profitable, the leaders of the city want to take out the publishing house separately and set up Dongou City Cultural Publishing Corporation, which is directly managed by the Municipal Propaganda Department. Do you want to stay in the daily newspaper, or go to the publishing house?"

He Shengming thought for a moment and asked, "Is there any difference?"

"Of course there is a difference. Ding Shaoyi explained with a smile, "If you go to the publishing house, you may have no career establishment, and you will become an employee of a state-owned enterprise, but the iron rice bowl must still be an iron rice bowl, that is, in terms of administrative level, it is very difficult to mention." The advantage is that there is more money, and there is no need to make up for the holes in the daily newspaper in the future, and the economic treatment may be more than twice as good as it is now. ”

"Oh......" He Shengming nodded, looking very hesitant.

Ding Shaoyi looked at him like this, but couldn't help but want to laugh.

In Ding Shaoyi's eyes, He Shengming obviously thought too much. Even according to the normal path, a person like He Shengming who has no big background in the family, the title of a 35-year-old deputy chief reporter, and the title of a 45-year-old chief reporter, is basically over. If you want to climb up again, it is estimated that after the age of 50, you will be mixed with a middle-level deputy position in a newspaper, and you can barely be considered a job, similar to Lu Jianbo - but Lu Jianbo is still lucky, born in an earlier era, he has read a lot of books, and he has the advantage of academic qualifications. However, a few days ago, when the turmoil came, it was still necessary to distribute and distribute, and he went to the countryside to garrison at an old age, and he was called an expatriate to sit on the town, but in fact, he went to see the door.

He Shengming wants to climb to the height of Lu Jianbo in his life, but it seems that it is not easy.

If Ding Shaoyi is He Shengming's mother, he will definitely persuade him not to think about the so-called future, the benefits of real money in front of him are real. It's a pity that Ding Shaoyi is not, so she didn't bother to mention He Shengming anything.

In fact, saying this to He Shengming has already given him a chance to show his loyalty.

But look at He Shengming's slightly hesitant reaction - I'm sorry, this opportunity is gone.

Even if he goes to the publishing house with him in the future, Ding Shaoyi will not give priority to him in the middle-level position of the publishing house.

Therefore, the so-called opportunity, for the vast majority of people, is actually no different from hitting the luck......

No matter how smart a person is, there are times when his brain is muddy, whether he can seize the opportunity or not, it depends on his ability, luck, and sometimes fate.

He Shengming, who didn't know what he had missed, asked another stupid question after some hesitation, and asked Ding Shaoyi very seriously: "Director Ding, if I stay in the newspaper office in the future, can I still ...... Well...... Keep doing what you are doing?"

"You said ghostwriting for Miao Miao, right?" Ding Shaoyi got straight to the point.

He Shengming smiled and nodded, "Yes." ”

Ding Shaoyi smiled and said, "As long as Miao Miao designates to let you come, of course you can continue." But then again, as soon as the unit is split, I won't be able to interfere with your daily work arrangement. If you are very busy with work, so that you don't have time to write, if I am in a hurry to get the manuscript, then I won't intercede with you, we urge the manuscript very fiercely. ”

"It's okay, it's okay, it's not like I haven't stayed up all night, no matter how busy the affairs of the unit are, how busy can I be......" He Shengming admitted in disguise that he wanted to stay in the newspaper.

Ding Shaoyi didn't say anything, anyway, there is no shortage of people working under her hands, and she doesn't care if He Shengming goes to the publishing house or not.

At this time, the secretary pushed the door in, put the lunch box on the coffee table in front of the sofa, said that the meal was coming, and quietly withdrew.

Ding Shaoyi pointed to dinner and said lightly to He Shengming: "Let's eat first." ”

"Good. He Shengming pretended to get up calmly, sat down in front of the sofa, and opened the lunch box.

The dishes in the lunch box are much better than he expected: five fat prawns, the shell has been peeled off; a lot of thick slices of braised beef are stacked together, at least three or four taels, accounting for more than one-third of the lunch box, it should be regarded as the main dish, the color is bright, and you can know that the taste will not be bad when you look at it; a big spoonful of red, red, yellow and yellow like a seasoning, He Shengming picked up the chopsticks, picked a little with the chopsticks and put it into his mouth, only to know that it was crab paste and crab roe. There are also a few slices of pickles, He Shengming picked up a bite and put it in his mouth, and the crisp flavor directly broke his inherent impression of pickles.

This is the dish of window 3?

He Shengming wanted to shed tears when he ate.

Pretty, I really want to take back what I just said in my heart......

The dish at window 3 is so special!

When leading the happiness of Rinima.

An ordinary dinner can actually eat this kind of trick......

He Shengming was already hungry, and the food was good, so it didn't take long for him to eat a box of lunches and those dishes that were not cheap. Ding Shaoyi saw that He Shengming was eating happily, and couldn't help laughing: "You young people still have a good appetite, I usually work overtime in the unit to eat dinner, I eat half of it, pour half of it, it's a waste......

He Shengming thought in a heartless manner, you can't finish eating and call me!

But he smiled and said: "Director Ding is usually used to eating big fish and meat, and eating these coarse tea and light rice must be almost meaningless." ”

"Coarse tea and light rice?" Ding Shaoyi looked at He Shengming and smiled, "The standard for our working meal is 15 yuan, which is still called coarse tea and light rice?"

He Shengming was stunned by Ding Shaoyi's words.

Ding Shaoyi didn't have a job to accompany him He Shengming was idle, and when he saw that the time was already 6:50, he said to He Shengming: "It's almost, you can call Miao Miao." ”

He Shengming came back to his senses, hurriedly wiped his mouth with his sleeve, his heartbeat accelerated again, and he hurriedly said, "Okay, good." ”

He got up in a hurry, walked to Ding Shaoyi's desk, picked up the phone, and dialed Lin Miao's pager.

Then put down the phone, and after a while, Ding Shaoyi's telephone rang.

He Shengming was about to take the microphone, but Ding Shaoyi took the first step, pressed the speakerphone, and sat down in his boss's chair, then stretched out his hand and pointed to the chair in front of his desk, and asked He Shengming to sit down with his eyes.

"Aunt Shaoyi?" In the courtyard thousands of miles away, Lin Miao sat in Qin Wanqiu's room, looked at the number on the pager, and asked with a vague memory of holding the phone. Luo Li moved a chair and sat on the side with a curious expression, tilting his head to look at Lin Miao.

Ding Shaoyi replied with a smile: "Miao Miao, have you eaten the meal?"

"Hmm!" Lin Miao replied, and asked very directly, "Is there anything wrong with Auntie? I still have a set of math problems to do at night! ”

He Shengming, who was sitting in front of Ding Shaoyi, immediately couldn't help but grab the words: "Miao Miao! I'm in your Aunt Shaoyi's office!"

"Oh?" Lin Miao said unexpectedly, "Comrade Xiao He, have you been promoted?"

"No, no, no!" He Shengming laughed repeatedly, "It's just that I happened to run into it, I'll tell you my outline!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Ding Shaoyi.

Ding Shao nodded softly - but if Lin Miao saw this appearance, Lin Miao would definitely have to speak carefully. Because generally, if an old woman like Ding Shaoyi suddenly becomes gentle, then she should be unhappy in her heart.

He Shengming also gave Ding Shaoyi permission to speak, so he began to explain to Lin Miao with a fluttering eyebrow, and it took him a full afternoon to get the outline, and he was extremely excited: "Miao Miao! I think the next stage can start to focus on shaping characters." Our previous characters were too thin to stand up in the literary sense. Now because there is no heroine in this story, I think we can start from the aspect of family and friendship, and it is best to start directly from the acquaintance and intersection of Li Shufan and Xuantianzong......" He Shengming foamed at the mouth and said for almost half an hour in one breath.

After finishing speaking, he smiled at Ding Shaoyi.

Ding Shaoyi smiled back perfunctorily.

Then I heard He Shengming urge Lin Miao to ask, "Miao Miao, what do you think?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and he fed back a sentence that made He Shengming almost fall.

"I think you should have done it for nothing today, so you might as well call me in the afternoon. Lin Miao sighed sadly, and stabbed He Shengming in the chest, "You can't use this thing at all, there are no specific highlights, and the plot is very old-fashioned, no different from those current TV series." But other people's TV dramas all have pictures and sound effects, and if you convert them into pure text, the effect of writing will definitely be dry and deflated, besides, what other readers want to see is not a bullshit friendship.

What readers want to see is to fight monsters and upgrade treasures, do things everywhere, take advantage of them everywhere, and then have some suspense, horror, and adventure, and you have been writing for almost half a month, and you still haven't figured out what I want you to write?

He Shengming was speechless by Lin Miao, and wanted to refute two sentences: "No, I think it's ......"

"I don't want you to think! I just want me to feel!" Lin Miao interrupted loudly, and by the way, she threw a wink at Luo Li, and then an angry child's voice came from the telephone in Ding Shaoyi's office, "Listen well, I said you remember!

Ding Shaoyi didn't say a word, took out a straight line, and pushed it to He Shengming.

He Shengming hesitated, took it with an unhappy face, looked at Ding Shaoyi, and complained to her in a low voice: "Literature and business can be taken into account, and the two things are not contradictory, how can there be a light to write things......"