Seeing Pu Xiaoxiang drop the golden bean, Jiang Shuiyuan immediately panicked, you must know that there are still many classmates in the class who have not left at this time! He hurriedly persuaded him: "Hey, hey, hey, don't cry!"

The more persuaded the water source of the river, the happier Pu Xiaoxiang cried, and there was a tendency for the Yellow River to overflow and be out of control. The pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info was influenced by her, and Cai Xiaojia, who followed her to read the novel, also smoked. Although Wu Zichen is a boy, he usually laughs and laughs without a proper shape, and his eyes are also misty at this time. Zhang Jin, who turned his ears to what was going on outside the window and only read math books, thought that Jiang Shuiyuan had done something bad that was angry and resentful.

Jiang Shuiyuan had no choice but to deliberately interrupt while handing over the tissues: "What? Could it be that what I wrote is the same as 'looking at the sawtooth of the city wall from a distance, and seeing the sawsaw of the teeth of the city wall up close', which makes you little experts in digging dung sigh 'It's a pity that I can't take out a belly of dung', so I can't help but cry?"

Pu Xiaoxiang burst into tears and laughed, and slapped him softly: "You hate it!"

Jiang Shuiyuan breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's go to dinner! In order to thank you for your tireless work and forced to endure nausea after reading this stinky and long novel, I have a treat today." If you have any good comments or suggestions for the novel, I will try to change it as much as possible, so as not to disgust more people in the future. ”

Pu Xiaoxiang pouted and said: "But I think it's very, very good! It should be the best and most touching novel I've read over the years, a hundred times stronger than those bad street youth literature and romance novels, and there is no need to make any revisions at all!"

Jiang Shuiyuan smiled: "If you praise me like this, I will be proud!"

"I'll give you full marks for this novel, I'm not afraid of your pride!" Pu Xiaoxiang turned his head and asked Cai Xiaojia again: "Xiaojia, is our squad leader very good at writing?"

Cai Xiaojia nodded again and again like a chicken pecking rice: "Mm-hmm, the squad leader writes super well! Just looking at the first page, I was firmly attracted." Although the story is written about mud bombardment, it seems to be what is happening around us. After reading it, my heart seems to be pressed with a plum weighing thousands of pounds, sour, and sweet in the aftertaste. Maybe this is the legendary first love, right?"

Pu Xiaoxiang glanced at Jiang Shuiyuan proudly: "How is it? The eyes of the masses are bright!"

Jiang Shuiyuan said: "In the judiciary, your method of questioning belongs to asking confessions by name, which can easily lead to unjust, false and wrongly decided cases. Okay, I've received all the compliments, so let's start saying 'buts.'" It's a piece of cake, what do you think needs to be changed, or what are you not happy with?"

Cai Xiaojia lowered her head slightly: "I also think it is well written, and it doesn't need to be revised at all." ”

Jiang Shuiyuan also knows that Pu Xiaoxiang and Cai Xiaojia's appreciation of literary works is still in the stage of good and bad, and it is inevitably difficult for some strong people to ask where the good is, where the bad is, and how to change the bad one. So he gave up asking questions and turned to look at Wu Zichen: "Old driver, what do you think?"

Wu Zichen rubbed his hands and said: "The boss is talented and brilliant, and the works he writes are naturally excellent, what can the younger brother have?"

Jiang Shuiyuan immediately learned and applied Pu Xiaoxiang's words just now: "If you don't have a high view, that is, you have a low view? Tell me, what is your low view? Don't worry, I will never retaliate, at most I will remind you to take as little black road as possible at night, so as not to be beaten by others!"

Wu Zichen laughed: "It's not easy for the boss to beat me up? Tell me in advance, I'll wash my neck, put on a good posture, close my eyes and wait honestly, to ensure that you can play comfortably and rest assured—— by the way, in the morning, the boss said that the next home of this work is Manager Peng of Jinyi Clothing, what is going on?"

Jiang Shuiyuan immediately explained the ins and outs of the matter, and Wu Zichen smacked his lips after listening: "I actually thought of using your photos and articles to make corporate brochures? Manager Peng is really calculating!"

"Why do you say that?" Cai Xiaojia was a little curious.

This age group of consumers is not as concerned about price as the elderly when shopping, nor is it as desperate as the middle-aged people to pursue taste, but they pay great attention to fashion, trend and follow the trend, in short, sensibility. Especially you girls, the clothes are thin, buy! tall, buy! I don't have this color, buy! this looks good with my skirt, buy! brocade clothing itself is very good, now give away a handsome guy photo album for free plus super wonderful novels, piece of cake You are a girl, in this case, will you choose brocade clothing?"

Cai Xiaojia nodded again and again in approval: "Of course! Maybe there are girls who will buy a dress for this free brochure!"

"I believe that once the clothes and gifts are bundled and sold, the situation you mentioned will definitely occur. Wu Zichen said firmly, "In addition, this kind of official publication, which combines photo albums and literary works, but does not have a commercial atmosphere, is not at all like a corporate brochure, but more similar to a personal portfolio with a little soft advertising, and it is no problem to put it on the shelf." In this way, the long-term effect of advertising can be maximized, and it may imperceptibly influence and change the consumption orientation of consumers, and expand the brand influence of brocade clothing. That's why I said that Manager Peng is calculating!"

Jiang Shuiyuan said a fair word for Peng Min: "Actually, Manager Peng is quite kind, and he opened his mouth to offer a price of 2,500 yuan for 1,000 words." I've checked on the Internet, and the current top writers are also in this market. You must know that if you write a manuscript for "Cultivation" magazine, the price of 600 yuan for 1,000 words will be skyrocketing!"

Wu Zichen snorted and said: "If she hadn't offered such a generous price, I would have persuaded you to break the contract a long time ago! Boss, don't you want to think about how many pieces of clothing do you have to sell each season as a 1.5-line brand of youth casual clothing? A conservative estimate is more than one million! This also means that at least one million copies of your book will be printed, even if it is calculated according to the minimum contract remuneration of eight points, how much does it have to be?"

Jiang Shuiyuan shook his head: "That is, only one million copies can be given away for free." If it were to be printed and put in the bookstore, I would probably be able to sell 20,000 copies and be blessed by the Bodhisattva!"

Wu Zichen said: "That's not necessarily! With your talent and writing, even if this novel can't become a bestseller, it can become a regular seller, and it will definitely be no problem to sell more than 100,000 copies." The difference is that the publishing house's closing fee is certainly not as neat as that of Jinyi Clothing, and it is impossible for a bookstore to be as selfless as Jinyi Clothing to help you distribute goods to all parts of the country, so that you can quickly become famous in a short period of time. ”

"So, Manager Peng is quite kind!" Jiang Shuiyuan once again reiterated his opinion.

Wu Zichen shrugged: "Yes, I think she at most gave a conscience price that can make her fall asleep, and one of my shallow opinions is that the novel can be handed over to the brocade clothes and costumes to be printed and sold, but boss, you must keep all other rights to the work, including rental, performance, screening, broadcasting, translation, filming, adaptation, etc. ”

Jiang Shuiyuan was a little stunned: "What are you doing with these rights?"

"Don't you think your novel is a good fit for a movie?"

"Yes? I don't think anyone cares about it. ”

"Anyway, you listened to me right. ”

"Okay. What about your second insight?"

Wu Zichen waved the printout in his hand: "Boss, have you forgotten the most important thing?"

"What's the matter?"

"What about the name of this novel?"

He asked Pu Xiaoxiang, Wu Zichen, and Cai Xiaojia: "You have all read it once, do you have any good suggestions for the name of the novel?" If it is adopted by me, you can give him (her) a small gift as a reward!"

The enthusiasm of the three people was immediately mobilized.

Wu Zichen took the lead in raising his hand: "I think it can be called "The Story of First Love"! Because what is described and recalled in the text is the simple, obscure and pure first love in middle school, and the story takes place in the mud bomb, the word 'story' in Japanese means a story or miscellaneous talk, which is a genre of mud bomb classical literature, and it is the most appropriate to use it to name the novel. ”

Pu Xiaoxiang immediately retorted: "But this novel was written by Jiang Shuiyuan for the Chinese people, not about mud bombardment, isn't it strange to use 'Monogatari' to name it? I think the origin of the story is that Watanabe Hiroko wrote a letter to Fujii Shu, and it was received by the female Fujii tree of the same name, and the development of the story is also because both men and women were called 'Fujii Shu' in middle school, so the novel might as well be called "The Most Beautiful Mistake". ”

Jiang Shuiyuan looked at Cai Xiaojia: "It's a piece of cake, what is your opinion?"

Cai Xiaojia replied softly: "My opinion is called "Love Letter". ”

Jiang Shuiyuan thought sideways for a moment, then nodded: "Then call it "Love Letter"! Piece of cake, what gift do you want?"

Cai Xiaojia pointed to the printed draft in Wu Zichen's hand: "Squad leader, can you sign it and give it to me?" (To be continued.) )