Tong Zhao drove to a coffee shop, and Tong Baoer was sitting by the window in a small dress and a sunhat on her head. The eyes of all the departments in the coffee shop, including the male clerks, were more or less focused on Tong Bao'er's body, but the latter didn't seem to care, and the white coffee cup shone a little in the sunlight.

"Hmm, are you going to take me to that place?" Tong Zhao was worried about Tong Bao'er telling him that he was going to take him to a place before, and it was not a small matter for Tong Bao'er to take the initiative to find himself at this time. The natural conclusion of such speculation is that Tong Bao'er is finally going to reveal the main purpose of her coming to Haidu.

Tong Bao'er nodded, and then asked the waiter for another cup of Blue Mountain coffee, familiar people naturally know the tastes and favorite things of both sides.

"By the way, your current fairy tale is ready to be released this afternoon, what do you think the pre-sale amount is?" Tong Bao'er's actions are rapidly brewing, and the plan must be very fast when it is executed, she doesn't need a publishing house, she doesn't need a printing house, she has her own money, and she only needs to use her own money to do such a thing.

With enough money, the publishing house is definitely in place, and the printing house is ready to start, not to mention that Tong Baoer herself has such resources.

"Millions. Tong Zhao casually said a number.

After all, in my own world, although this fairy tale has a different name, it has a far-reaching impact, and it has basically become one or two stories that every child will hear when they grow up. If you put all the sales and reprints together, that's a very scary number.

Tong Bao'er was silent when he said this number, Tong Zhao looked over and only saw the latter looking at him with an idiotic expression: "Do you think millions is a small number? Some professions may not be able to have such sales volume at the end of the second, third, and first levels, let alone you as an unknown author." ”

"I just printed 100,000 copies and worked overnight. It's nice to be able to sell half of it, after all, I don't expect to make money from book sales, all I need is its copyright operation, anime adaptation. Tong Bao'er thinks Tong Zhao is a mature and stable person, why does he suddenly look whimsical now?

Millions of copies sold?

What kind of ability does this have to be able to do, although Tong Baoer has confidence. But having faith doesn't mean having delusions, it's just a conservative number.

"It's a miracle to be able to sell millions of copies. And your author's name will be directly rated by the Writers Guild, even a few levels in a row. Tong Bao'er rolled her eyes at Tong Zhao, Tong Zhao may not understand the sale of books, but she is a businessman, so she naturally understands some such things.

Rating by the Authors' Guild?

"What's the benefit of grading grades?" Tong Zhao almost forgot that there was such a thing as the author's rating in this world, and asked Tong Bao'er.

"The higher the rating, the higher your status in the literary world, and the higher your fan base. Although there is no substantial benefit, it represents fame. ”

And the author rating is not absolute, and in the literary world, there are often some low-level authors' new books that surpass the sales and influence of high-level authors. But those books that are short-lived, with a certain rating, are selling very steadily and only high. ”

"It's a cash cow for publishers. Tong Bao'er looked at Tong Zhao, who was a little white, and explained for him.

Hearing this, Tong Zhao felt that he was unintentionally inserting willows into the shade.

I happen to have a manuscript called "July and Ansheng".

"Do you also have to believe in miracles, in case the first book is sold out on a daily basis and the supply of books on the market is in short supply?" Although Tong Zhao doesn't know much about the fairy tales of this world, he firmly believes in the charm of his own idle fairy tales, and the sales volume exceeds one million.

"If that's the case, I'll buy a publishing house to support your pen name. Fertilizer and water don't flow into outsiders' fields, you say no. Tong Bao'er's essence as a businessman was revealed, and at the same time, she couldn't believe Tong Zhao's self-confidence, could there really be such a possibility?

"By the way, where are you going to take me. Tong Zhao also has no intention of arguing with Tong Baoer about these publishing sales issues, and these things will be clear tomorrow.

No amount of argument is useless at this point.

"Huangpu River, Huangpu Mausoleum. ”

Hearing Tong Zhao's question, Tong Bao'er's expression, which was originally a little active, instantly dimmed, and then lightly spit out these words.

"Let's go. ”

……

Today is not a coincidence, the weather is not sunny but has light rain.

The Huangpu Mausoleum is a large mausoleum, but Tong Bao'er's destination does not seem to be here, so she chooses a path to continue walking, while holding a cluster of flowers in her hand. The car on the road couldn't drive in, Tong Zhao parked the car and followed behind Tong Bao'er, and the light rain slapped down like a filament.

It seems to smell a bit of smoke and rain.

Tong Baoer was in front and Tong Zhao was behind, and the two did not talk.

Tong Baoer doesn't speak, and Tong Zhao can't speak.

Walking here, he is also a little clear-eyed.

After a while, Tong Bao'er's figure stopped.

Both of them walked on the dirt path, and their shoes were a little dirty, but they didn't care. Tong Zhao looked over, there were two tombstones, one tombstone had words written on it: Xu Wuyan, and the other was a wordless monument. The tomb here is already overgrown with weeds, and even some of the monuments are occupied by weeds, and it seems that someone has just taken care of it before today.

Then it can be seen from the tomb that no one has taken care of these two tombs for a long time.

Tong Bao'er bowed down, the drizzle slapped on her body like silk, her green silk, and she didn't care if it slipped down her face. Quietly placed the flower on the tombstone, Tong Baoer directly bent her legs, knelt heavily in front of the two tombstones, and folded her hands.

He seemed to be praying for something.

"This is the tombstone of my biological parents. Waiting for Tong Bao'er's eyes to open and close again, there was no sadness, no joy and clear and terrible, and the little dress was full of dirt.

At this time, Tong Zhao finally understood why Tong Baoer had to take a set of clothes and pants and put them in the car before coming.

Hearing this, Tong Zhao's expression was shocked.

Tong Baoer is a child picked up by Tong Zhao's grandfather, and the Tong family knows this. But no one broke it, because everyone completely regarded Tong Bao'er as their own family, and Tong Zhao's grandfather asked Tong Bao'er to treat Tong Bao'er as his own home, and there was no need to care about the past at all.

At that time, Tong Baoer asked who his real parents were, and Tong Zhao's grandfather gave such an answer. Her face was pale and her mouth was pursed as if she was thinking about something, but after so long, Tong Bao'er finally found her biological parents and turned into two tombs.

Tong Bao'er's heart should have been very uncomfortable when she saw it for the first time.