At this time, Chu Yao was in a dilemma. 】八】八】Read] book, .@.∞o

After all, the book is not hers, and if it is officially published, there will be more precautions, and she can't handle it alone.

However, perhaps because she was happy for Qian Hao, or because she got a report on her own efforts, she was full of smiles, and after a little hesitation, she regained her fighting spirit.

There are always more solutions than difficulties.

She encouraged her classmates to work for the official publication of the book again. The classmates who were with her already liked Qian Hao's poems, and they could be described as brainless fans, so they naturally would not refuse at this time.

In the end, there is a grandfather with an unusual status, and it is difficult for others to publish this, but it is not so difficult for her. No, it's just two days, and the publication or something is finalized.

Interestingly, she took the contract to Qian Hao to sign, which really shocked Qian Hao.

At that time, Qian Hao was dumbfounded, and after a long while, he said, "Chu Yao, you really published it for me!"

"Yes, don't worry, many people like it." Chu Yao was very pleased with his surprise, not as shy as usual, but said a little mischievously.

Qian Hao smiled bitterly, he didn't really want to publish it, but when he saw Chu Yao's tired eyes, he finally signed his name obediently.

Why don't you want to sign it off?

Because in his opinion, although this book is not bad, it is not very good, and there is no way to compare it with human words. His original intention was to use it as a transition to pave the way for explaining the words of the world, and he never thought of publishing.

In his imagination, the first book he published, which should be a classic, caused a huge sensation.

However, Chu Yao was so concerned about this matter, and he was tired from running all the time, how could he bear to refuse?

For this reason, he thought about it and comforted himself, saying that publishing is not bad, but he has not published a work so far. And there are not many best-selling books in poetry, this book is a bestseller, and it can also bring a way for other down-and-out poets to support their families.

If others hear this, they will definitely laugh at him, saying that poetry books, in addition to everyone's works and the works of the ancients, how can there be any best-sellers? Young people nowadays, hehe, I really don't know how thick the sky is.

Even Chu Ren thought so, when Chu Yao begged him for help, he also persuaded Chu Yao, saying that this book would not sell much. However, Chu Yao insisted on doing it, so he had to nod his head to help.

In fact, none of the students involved in this project thought that the book would sell well. It's just that they have enthusiasm and love, and they work day and night for it.

Chu Yao, who was the one who contributed to this, actually didn't think about it so much, he just wanted to sell one copy and let more people know about this book.

Approximately, Qian Hao is full of confidence.

The publishing house under Mizuki University, because of Churen's greeting, went all out to produce "The World Has Peach Blossoms". For this reason, a number of other publishing projects have been delayed.

As a result, from the manager to the workers, they are very dissatisfied. However, the workers dared to discuss it wantonly, and even ridiculed the book in front of Chu Yao, but the managers and bosses did not dare, for fear of offending Chu Ren.

Not only did they not dare, but they also wanted to say things against their hearts in front of Chu Yao and compliment Chu Yao, a little girl.

Chu Yao was not stupid, and when she heard the discussion of the workers, she knew that they all had complaints about rushing to make this book. Of course, they were also heard mocking the book.

What is also called a book, it is boring to look at; What's ah, it's far worse than the last martial arts novel with a broken gun; What author is not famous at all, and he is still so young, he must go through the back door to publish...... Wait, there are too many mocking words.

These workers are idle, often flip through books and read them, and like martial arts novels a lot. Lower riba people, no wonder they can't look at poetry appreciation books.

They may have been unintentional, but when Chu Yao heard this, he still couldn't help biting his lip. Unconvinced, if it was her own book, she could still bear it, but this was Qian Hao's.

She couldn't bear it, so she said back: "What are you talking nonsense, do you know what poetry is?"

"Hey, little girl, why don't we know poetry? I tell you that life is poetry, and everyone has their own poetry. ”

Chu Yao, who was bluffed by this, was stunned for a moment, and did not argue again, but said stubbornly: "What you said is not right, Qian Hao's book will definitely sell well."

With that, she left.

She was holding her breath in her heart, and she really wanted "The World Has Peach Blossoms" to sell well, so that others would no longer look down on Qian Hao.

For this reason, she worked harder.

As soon as 5,000 copies of the book were printed, I contacted the students who had previously booked the book and sold it quickly.

However, only 3,000 copies of the 5,000 copies were sold, and there were still 2,000 copies backlogged in the publishing house.

In such a situation, when she went to the publishing house, she earned herself the ridicule of a group of workers. They may not have malicious intent, but they still make Chu Yao very aggrieved.

And the manager said euphemistically, this book is at it, and it will be reprinted when there is a chance. Obviously, there are no interests, and he is already planning to give up.

Chu Yao was very uncomfortable, but she still found Qian Hao with a smile, handed him a sample book, and said with a wink: "Great writer, congratulations on the book." In just a few days, 3,000 copies have been sold, which is very good! ”

Hearing this, Qian Hao smiled silently and shook his head, very unimpressed. Three thousand, this score is simply poor.

However, he was not disappointed, but looked at the sample book with great interest.

The cover is very beautiful, a delicate and elegant peach blossom, as if carrying the whole spring.

In this season of winter, such a cover seems to make people touch spring.

Open it, the author's profile, poet, teacher at Mizuki University, sure enough, it's an introduction, it's very simple. Then, there is a preface by Professor Chu Ren, which is full of flowers and a lot of beautiful words.

Such a high-quality book, coupled with not bad content, if it can't sell well, won't he Qian Hao die of shame?

Therefore, he closed the book and smiled at Chu Yao: "Two thousand copies is the beginning, you have no way to sell, and if you make a small fight, you will naturally not be able to become a climate." In this way, let's go to Editor-in-Chief Liu and see what he has to offer. ”

In the end, it is a book in his name, and it has been revised by himself, so he can't bear to ignore it. Moreover, if he really only sold 2,000 copies, he would also be ashamed and want to commit suicide.

It is precisely for this reason that he took Chu Yao and the sample book to the office of the ancient poetry magazine.

When Liu Yikun learned of his arrival, he immediately put down what he was doing and welcomed the two of them to his office.

Sit at separate tables, make tea, and drink opposite each other.

After being polite, Qian Hao put down the teacup and said straightforwardly: "Brother Liu, here's the thing, Chu Yao published my lecture notes. Now there is no channel, the sales are too poor, I can't get over this face, I want to find a way. ”

Listening to Qian Hao's straightforward words, and then looking at his scally appearance, Liu Yikun couldn't help but clap his legs and laugh.