The next day, the editor-in-chief's office.

Qian Hao sat at the table, dazzled and watched Liu Yikun show his tea art.

He also learned the tea ceremony, but it was only for the first time. Compared with Liu Yikun, it is the gap between amateur and professional.

Liu Yikun made good tea, beaming proudly, blowing his beard and saying, "Haha, how is it, my tea art is good, right?" ”

"I don't have to say it, I'll just say it once."

Qian Hao picked up the quaint teacup, took a sip very enjoyably, and squinted to feel the warmth of the tea sliding through his throat.

After taking two sips in a row, he smashed his mouth and gave Liu Yikun a thumbs up.

Liu Yikun was proud, put down the teacup in his hand, touched his beard and blew it. However, after a while, he talked about the poetry collection.

"Your poems are well-written, there are many fine works, and the book will definitely sell well."

Qian Hao was a little hesitant, not believing that it would be a big hit. It's not that I don't believe in poetry, those poems are all masterpieces, the masterpieces of the ancients, how can they be bad.

He just doesn't believe in the market, and in recent decades, China has claimed that the poet is dead. In the 21st century, slogans are even more terrifying. Not to mention ancient style poems, even modern poems, none of them are big sellers.

Hehe, it's ironic, the poems translated from foreign countries don't sell badly.

"It doesn't matter if it's a big seller or not, as long as your magazine doesn't suffer a loss." Although he didn't believe it, he didn't dampen Liu Yikun's enthusiasm.

Liu Yikun heard what he meant, and didn't explain, just smiled mysteriously: "Brother Qian, just watch it, I guarantee that your poetry collection will sell well." ”

"Okay, then I'll see."

Qian Hao thought of the craze for Chinese studies in recent years, although it was not very good, but it seemed to have some effect. Otherwise, why are there so many people who like poetry?

Later, he thought that his influence was greater than that of any poet in recent years, and he felt a little more confident.

The combination of these two points, well, plus the quality of the poems, the poetry collection should not sell badly, right?

Without thinking much about it, he shook his head, chatted with Liu Yikun for another half an hour, and then got up to leave.

On the way, he thought about it and decided to post Weibo to see how many people were willing to pay for a poetry collection.

The poetry collection is different from the previous "There Are Peach Blossoms in the World", as far as he knows, there is no poetry collection that has sold well in the poetry world. Not to mention big sales, not many people even sold 100,000.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so pessimistic.

When he opened Weibo, he didn't post it immediately. Because, he saw a lot of people Aitta, and among them were flower bells.

"It's all over, looking forward to your new work."

It turned out that Hua Ling posted a Weibo, probably to comfort him. But this Weibo has been reposted by many people, not only fans, but also many celebrities.

Actually, they are all on the hot search.

When he saw it, he smiled, not wanting to be as hot as he was now. But after laughing, he fell into deep thought.

After a while, he wrote Weibo again.

"Thank you, thank you bell for your concern, and thank you all.

However, I am going to disappoint everyone. Although I have never admitted to entering the entertainment industry, today, I still have to say: From today onwards, I will officially retire from the entertainment industry.

Singing is a hobby, and I can hum when I'm fine, but I won't participate in any competitions, and I won't publish the charts or anything. If you have an album, you may be interested, so make a collection yourself.

Well, that's all.

Hmm, one more thing, my poetry book is about to be released, is anyone looking forward to it? ”

After posting Weibo, after a while, the taxi arrived at Yanda. Therefore, he didn't pay any more attention, got out of the car and headed for the bedroom.

However, the Internet blew up.

However, in a few days, the previous turmoil has not subsided, so Qian Hao is still in a mess.

Therefore, one of his microblogs spread all over the Internet in minutes.

Of course, the first to blow up is his fans. When they saw his Weibo, they all blew it up and wailed all over the field.

"I rub, what's the situation? Brother Hao stopped singing? ”

"Don't! I want to listen to Qian Baba's songs. ”

"I'm afraid, that's not true!"

……

At first, it was just his fans who fried their hair. But soon, some music critics also ran out.

They say that Qian Hao is talented and doesn't sing, which is a huge loss for the music industry. They also said that no one can improve China's wind and grass creation except Qian Hao.

All in all, they tried their best to keep Qian Hao.

It can be seen that these people are not pretending, but really regretting this matter.

In fact, not only them, but Hua Bell also stood up and strongly opposed Qian Hao not singing. Li Zongren and others also stood up, probably feeling guilty about what happened before, so they made up for it.

However, they quarreled on the Internet, and Qian Hao did not stand up.

It's like, Qian Hao, he really quit.

Fans have no choice, and they don't know who it is, to think of a bad move.

"If we don't sing, we will collectively boycott poetry collections!"

This trick quickly became popular, and many people reposted Weibo to mention this sentence. Then, the topic also became popular.

If it's not popular, it's not good, who called so many celebrities involved.

However, Qian Hao still didn't appear!

It's not that he doesn't want to come out, it's just that Qian Hao didn't go online and didn't know the news on the Internet.

Under normal circumstances, when he returns to the dormitory, he will naturally post on Weibo. But today, when he came back, he was pulled away by Wang Jing.

"Hey, what are you doing, Wang?" He was puzzled and hurriedly asked.

But Wang Jing didn't say a word, just said that you will know when he arrives, and dragged him to a café.

A very upscale café, quiet and comfortable, not much occupied. To be exact, there was only one person, sitting by the window.

Wang Jing dragged him and went straight to that person, as if he wanted to talk about something?

At first, he was confused. But after getting closer, he found that the man was very similar to Wang Jing, and it seemed to be Wang Jing's father, and he immediately understood what was going on.

Wang Jing, this guy is in a hurry, do you really want to start a company?

Just when Qian Hao was thinking, Wang Jing got straight to the point and said bluntly: "This is Qian Hao, I am going to open a company, and the shares are halved." ”

The middle-aged man, that is, Wang Jing's father, ignored Wang Jing, but looked at Qian Hao and said aggressively: "Young man, do you think you deserve that half of the shares?" ”

Hearing this, Qian Hao smiled.

Wang Jing's father obviously agreed with Wang Jing to open the company, and agreed with his participation. However, this middle-aged man obviously doesn't want him to hold many shares.

In other words, this middle-aged man recognizes his talent and wants him to be used by Wang Jing. At the same time, he didn't want him to control the real power of the company and empty his son.

The time was very short, but Qian Hao thought a lot, and straightened things out at once. Not surprisingly, after the company was established, Wang Jing's father would send someone over.

I have to say that the intentions are very good.

However, Qian Hao doesn't like to be calculated, and this person is still so arrogant. Even though he was his friend's father, he wouldn't obey it.

He was just willing to help Wang Jing write songs.

Therefore, when this person said this, he immediately asked: "Half of the shares, is it expensive?" (To be continued.) )