Shogakukan Press is a long-established publishing group in Japan, and since its founding in 1922, the publisher has published countless books. Its total book sales rank among the top three in the industry all year round.

Such a publishing house has an extremely strict review of every book it publishes.

However, at this time, Konosuke Matsushita, the editor-in-chief of the Shogakukan, was very unhappy!

Just today, he received a call from a colleague. On the phone, the other party first exchanged a few words of greeting with him, and suddenly changed his words.

"I heard that you released a single book of light novels written by Chinese today? What courage! How's it selling now? Did you pay your wife all in? ”

When Konosuke Matsushita listened to his opponent's ridicule, a nameless fire burned in his heart. Although he still pushed the other party back strongly, in fact, his heart was already angry.

Hanging up the phone, Konosuke Matsushita immediately called his assistant in.

"Do we have a novel on sale today?"

The assistant's face changed slightly, and he said with some hesitation: "Yes, a single light novel was released today." ”

Konosuke Matsushita suddenly frowned when he heard this. Suppressing the anger in his heart, he asked again: "The author of this book is a Chinese?" ”

The assistant had already sensed that something was wrong at this time, and immediately replied more carefully: "Yes!" ”

Almost at the same time as the assistant finished answering, "Bang! A cup was slammed to the ground.

"Bastard! Which idiot signed it? Who gave him the audacity to make such a claim? Can he afford the company's loss? ”

Seeing that he was furious, the assistant stood aside tremblingly, not even daring to come out.

After venting for a while, Konosuke Matsushita calmed down the anger in his heart a little. looked at the assistant who was hiding on the side and said, "Go and call the editor-in-chief who signed this book, if he can't give me a reasonable explanation, get out of me immediately." ”

The assistant hurriedly responded and hurried out.

After a while, a middle-aged man walked in after the assistant.

Konosuke Matsushita had already regained his calm at this time. Seeing the man walking in, his eyes were like a sharp knife, stabbing at the other party.

"Watanabe, did you sign that light novel written by the Chinese? Even sent a single book? ”

The middle-aged man who walked in was named Junichi Watanabe. At this time, when he heard the editor-in-chief's question, he immediately replied without humility or arrogance: "Yes, because the quality of this book is quite high." ”

Before Junichi Watanabe could finish speaking, Konosuke Matsushita interrupted impatiently waving his hand.

"Did you know that I'm the editor-in-chief of the publishing house? Whether a novel can be signed or not, I have to say it! Are you taking me seriously when you are doing this? ”

"The company stipulates that each editor-in-chief has the right to decide to sign a novel every quarter." Junichi Watanabe replied without humility or arrogance.

When Konosuke Matsushita heard this, he suddenly slammed the table like an angry leopard and stood up from his chair.

"Are you provoking me?" That look looked like he was going to swallow Jun Watanabe's life.

"I'm just doing my own thing!" But Junichi Watanabe still didn't care about the reply.

"Okay, Junichi Watanabe, the company stipulates that if an editor-in-chief loses more than 50 percent of the total revenue of the other books in the editor-in-chief's hands in the current quarter, the editor-in-chief has to review it. He was even considered no longer holding the position of editor-in-chief. You should be clear about this, right? ”

Junichi Watanabe was silent for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "If I really lose money if I sign the book, then I will resign on my own!" ”

Konosuke Matsushita suddenly sneered when he heard this: "Junichi Watanabe, this is what you said, don't think that your father is the veteran of the company, so you can have privileges." ”

Junichi Watanabe's eyes froze, "I, Junichi Watanabe, will never regret what I say, and my father will not do anything that violates principles for me." ”

"Then I'll wait to see how many novels you can sell if you sign the novels written by the Chinese over there!"

Junichi Watanabe didn't say anything more, turned around and walked out.

Konosuke Matsushita looked at his back and sneered in his heart. This Junichi Watanabe has always been his confidant, but he didn't expect the other party to make such an unwise move this time.

If a light novel written by Chinese wants to succeed in Japan, it may not be as good as believing that Japan and China will always be friendly. More reliable.

Konosuke Matsushita was already a little impatient to sweep Junichi Watanabe out of the house. When the time comes, there will be no one in the entire publishing house who can threaten his position. He can sit in the editor-in-chief's position and sit back and relax!

As a result, the mood that had deteriorated because of the ridicule of his competitors began to improve.

Konosuke Matsushita even hummed his favorite ballad in his office.

Just when he was a little impatient to see the tragic situation of Junichi Watanabe. His assistant hurried in and out.

"What's the flustered about?" Konosuke Matsushita said with some displeasure.

"Editor-in-chief, I just received the news that "Spring Things" is the light novel written by the Chinese, and all 2,000 copies have been sold out!"

"What? What did you just say? Sold out of 2000 copies? How is this possible? Konosuke Matsushita's eyes widened, and he looked at his assistant in disbelief.

The assistant cried with a sad face, "It's really sold out." I've just called a few familiar bookstores to ask. It's true, and there are still many people waiting in line to buy it! ”

After listening to the assistant, Matsushita Konosuke suddenly sat down on the sofa like a deflated ball.

This is impossible, how can a Chinese write a novel succeed?

After a while, he suddenly thought of a solution. A brilliant idea that can be bloodless, so that the light novel written by the Chinese will never turn over.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly called two familiar reporter friends. After some deliberation. Konosuke Matsushita hung up the phone with a smug face. A sneer appeared on his lips again.

"Want to get ahead? Wait until you get through this hurdle! Junichi WatanabeThis time, you can't escape! As for that Chinese author, who cares? ”

In another office, Junichi Watanabe also got the news.

"2,000 copies sold out in one morning? This book is going to be a big hit! Junichi Watanabe rubbed his hands together with some excitement. Stood there laughing happily.

After a long time, he suddenly remembered that he should tell the original author of the book the good news.

So he took out the phone and dialed Bai Feifei's number.

"Miss Bai, I have good news for you, the first printing of 2,000 copies of "Spring Things" was sold out within 4 hours of being put on the shelves. This result is really unexpected. ”

Bai Feifei, who was teasing Chen Xueqian in the hospital, suddenly let out a burst of crisp laughter like a wind chime when he heard this.

"That's great, so how much is Watanabe-samachi going to print for the second printing?" Bai Feifei's eyes were bent, shining like a little fox, full of cunning.

Junichi Watanabe groaned, "This time I'm going to print another 8,000 copies!" I don't think that's the final sales amount. I'm really optimistic about this book! ”

Bai Feifei politely greeted a few words and hung up the phone.

Zheng Zhi and Yang Wei on the side looked at Bai Feifei at the same time, their faces full of curiosity.

Zheng Zhi is curious about what the results of the masterpiece in 20111 will be in 2002. I don't know if I can reproduce the glory of "Spring Things" in my previous life as the top seller of light novels for three consecutive years.

And Yang Wei was curious that Chen Xueqian could actually write a book, and it was published. For her, who is still a junior high school student, this is even more unreal than a dream.

"How so? Is it selling well? ”

Bai Feifei looked at Chen Xueqian in a daze, and said after a while: "Chen Xueqian, are you a monster?" How can you be so capable? How old is this year, you can earn money from the Japanese. It's incredible. ”

Zheng Zhi smiled and said nothing, waiting for her to answer herself.

"2,000 copies in 4 hours, if it weren't out of stock, the number would definitely be even more exaggerated!"

Bai Feifei did not hesitate to praise at all.

However, what everyone doesn't know is that a disaster is quietly looming over this "Spring Thing".