Zhang Chu tried to calculate how much income this million-level sales could bring to him, but he had to give up after trying.

After all, the proportion of online e-books is not consistent with that of physical books, even if it is the same e-book, Amazon's side is not the same as Douban reading or reading more, not to mention other channels.

The author can be regarded as a disadvantaged group, and these channel providers give as much as they want, and it is almost impossible to get real sales figures.

Only strong writers and literary agencies are qualified to negotiate with them and get accurate backstage figures, which is a level that Zhang Chu has not yet reached.

In less than half a year, he has changed from a budding newcomer to a senior writer, and the speed of his rise is so fast that people are frequently eye-catching.

is not only the good sales of books, but more importantly, the two works have sold film and television copyrights, which is the envy of many writers!

There are many writers in this space who have sold more than one million copies, but not many of them have sold their copyrights.

Only the top of each genre can sell each work at a high price.

In fact, many people know that Zhang Chu was able to sell the copyright, not because of the help of Menglong Culture, but because of his own work, which attracted a lot of attention all over the world!

"Today's million sales, you have to treat yourself. ”

Zhang Chu actually gave himself a chance to eat and drink, he decided to invite his partners in the dormitory to have a meal, thank them for helping to cover his absence in the dormitory, and thank them for occasionally helping to occupy a seat.

Anyway, there are two college English classes together this afternoon, and he is not in a hurry to contact him immediately.

……

Autumn on the campus of Yan University looks a bit bleak, and when the autumn wind rolls, the tall trees fall leaves.

Zhang Chu was dropped on his head by a dead leaf when he was riding, and he didn't have time to appreciate it in the past few days, but now he finally slowed down a little and was not so rampage.

At this time, in the classroom, An Mi and the others were already sitting and starting to study on their own, obviously the class was only at half past three, but they came to the classroom before two o'clock, and this study effort was beyond Zhang Chu's reach.

"Brother Chu, where is your one?"

Yang Ling is half of Zhang Chu's fan, he lowered his voice and asked, eager to see the work that Zhang Chu wrote with great effort as soon as possible.

Zhang Chu put the textbook on the table, and he replied: "It was only uploaded to the Internet in the early hours of yesterday morning, if you want to read it, I will go back in the evening and send you a read-only document, and you must not spread it." ”

"Don't worry, I'll watch it alone. Yang Ling assured that he was happy in his heart, among so many readers of Zhang Chu, he was definitely the first to see it, and when the time came, a little show-off spoiler would definitely anger those people.

College English is actually quite boring, and everyone here may be able to pass the level 6 test directly, but they still have to learn it slowly.

Zhang Chu himself has the blessing of elementary English proficiency in the system, and these texts and tests are not difficult at all.

……

It was quiet, and even the sounds of cats and dogs in the whole community tended to be quiet, except for the occasional sound of a car passing by in the distance.

Suddenly, a rapid bell rang, and the young man who was sleeping on the bed had to squint, unplug the charging cable on the bedside mobile phone, and connect the phone in a daze.

"Hello?"

Zhang Chu was slightly unhappy in his heart, he slept well, who called in the middle of the night to disturb people's dreams.

"Zhang Chuxiao, have you slept?"

An old voice came out, which was slightly familiar, Zhang Chu rubbed his eyes, and looked at the name of the caller ID, which was obviously from Ma Qiwei.

He asked puzzledly, "Mr. Ma, are you on a business trip or vacation in the United States, it's only past three o'clock in the morning on my side." ”

"Ah, it's three o'clock?" Ma Qiwei himself was surprised, he explained: "We just finished reading your book "Youth Pi" all night, and we have some questions for you. ”

At the hotel, a group of old men with an average age of more than 60 years old sat on the sofa with an e-reader in their hands, their attention on the mobile phone on the coffee table.

Ma Qiwei and others were originally curious about this one, and Chen Yingsong gave a full score, so their group of people was naturally happy to see the hunt, and they were reluctant to let go when they saw the excellent ones.

If you don't pay attention to it, it is already three o'clock in the morning, but they are all in high spirits and have different opinions about the two endings of Youth Pi, so they have this phone call.

After Zhang Chu figured out the ins and outs of the matter, his drowsiness disappeared in an instant, "Teachers, let's go to bed quickly, you have to pay attention to rest, don't cultivate immortals!"

Chen Yingsong opened his mouth at this time and said: "If you don't understand, how can you sleep here! You kid can really dig holes." ”

"I believe that the ending of this story is determined by the reader and the story itself, but we are curious, which story do you think is true? Did his beliefs lead him to make up the experiences of drifting with animals, or did you mean to tell these magical experiences?"

"What does that cannibal island mean? Does it imply that Pie is actually eating his mother's flesh and maggots to keep them alive? The marsh ferrets are the maggots on the corpses. ”

An unfamiliar voice asked, and it seemed that their group of people would not go to sleep if they didn't get an answer.

Zhang Chu is a little flattered now, although he doesn't know who is next to Ma Qiwei, but according to the saying "talking and laughing with Confucianism", it should be some masters.

can let so many masters read books all night long, and his sense of accomplishment is instantly bursting.

Faced with this question, Zhang Chu thought about it carefully, and he considered the sentence and said: "I want readers to choose the story they think is better. In fact, both outcomes are possible. ”

"I wrote both of these stories, one of which was too magical to be true, and the other so cruel that it was hard to accept. Neither of these stories explains the cause of the shipwreck, and in both stories Pie goes through great suffering, losing his family, and he is the only survivor to reach the Gulf of Mexico. Insurers have a choice to make, and so do readers. ”

"When the insurance company investigators chose the story with animals, Pie said something that made you choose to be with God. I prefer the version with animals, but of course you can have your own choice. ”

Ma Qiwei: Many of them are entangled in the correspondence between the second story and the previous experience, it seems that many details can be matched, and they believe that Zhang Chu must have dug a hole, and the plot cannot be so simple.

But these details only illustrate the possibility of a second story, but this is not necessarily the truth, and the truth is always chosen by the reader himself.

"I still believe in the second explanation. The appearance of Cannibal Island is supposed to mean that Pie is hungry and begins to eat rotten human flesh, and the tiger is actually just a beastly personality that he has split from extreme exhaustion and weakness. When he was rescued, the beast was no longer needed, reason had regained control of man, and the tiger disappeared into the jungle without looking back. ”

There are a thousand Hamlets in a thousand readers, and after Zhang Chu heard Ma Qiwei's opinion, he did not refute it, but agreed: "You see, you also gave your opinion, the truth is not important, the important thing is your own feelings." ”

"Alright, you kid go to sleep. We old guys have to go to sleep too, or we'll all have to doze off tomorrow when we review the manuscript. ”

"Okay, goodbye teachers, and I hope that next time I have the opportunity to listen to the teachings in person. ”

Zhang Chu threw his phone aside, yawned himself, and fell asleep directly.