"I'm not acquiescing to your conjecture, I'm thinking about a problem."

This is a routine that many people are familiar with, and reporters are naturally very familiar with this routine, first tell a story, and then use this story to refute your point of view, and finally prove your innocence.

As an old reporter, he didn't want to give Han Yi this opportunity, "Mr. Han, is this a diversion of everyone's attention, please Mr. Han answer my question positively." ”

Han Yi raised his glasses, stretched out a finger, and said, "I was thinking about how much money is more appropriate, and now I have figured it out, just this price!" ”

"What do you mean?"

"I'll make this price, please help me find the ghostwriter, and the money is his! I wonder if you want this money, Mr. Reporter? ”

"One million, I only need to give him two million, won't this problem be solved, Mr. Han's method is not clever." The man scoffed.

"One hundred million!" Han Yi didn't say anything, just spit out three words from his mouth, but these three words were enough to scare people.

"Suck ~!" Don't look at the number 100 million, it doesn't sound like it feels like anything, but 100 million is a very scary number, and many people can't earn this number in their lifetime.

A person's annual salary of more than one million is very good, and 100 million is the number that this person can only get if he has to work for a hundred years.

"My next novel has been written, and the second one has been written, if anyone can find that so-called ghostwriter and say what it says, then this 100 million is his!"

Saying that, Han Yi pointed an outstretched finger at the person who had just spoken: "You! How dare you! Then he leaned back in his chair and thought about life, but after this incident, no one went to Han Yi anymore, and everyone turned their attention to the running man again, although the way was a bit extreme, but the effect was achieved.

The next qiē was completed more smoothly.

"Sister Yu, I'm sorry, will it affect your publicity plan!" Afterwards, Han Yi hurriedly thought about Yu Yinghang and apologized.

"It's okay, maybe because of your words, our running man will always occupy a high position with the popularity of your topic." Yu Yinghang said with a smile.

"But I didn't see it, you kid is a local tyrant, take out so much money at once, tell me where the gunman is, I'll hurry up and find him!"

Han Yi didn't have to turn his head to know that it was Cheng He, you guy, were joking, "Wool, the gunman or something is fake, even if I say 100 billion, it's okay, I don't have to give it at all, anyway, I don't have to pay taxes to brag!" Han Yi shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

Although Han Yi said this, everyone still has some own judgments about Han Yi's assets in their hearts, and what is certain in "Buried Alive" before is that Han Yi must have made a lot of money, but he doesn't know where his money goes, this is a big mystery, Han Yi didn't say it, and everyone can't ask more.

"It seems to make some sense, let's say it's the gunman, or I'll rub it!" Deng Chao said and scratched his neck with his hand.

"You should add a special effect to Brother Chao's eyes, which is the symbol of the two dollars commonly used in cartoons." Bady said with a smile. Everyone thought that it should indeed be so, and then aimed the cannon at the captain, Han Yi had to sigh that this captain was really competent.

Sure enough, as expected, Han Yi made many newspaper headlines the next day, followed by all kinds of affirmation, abuse, incomprehension, etc., but the running man program was indeed as Yu Yinghang said yesterday, using Han Yi's fire to let many people know.

However, these have nothing to do with Han Yi, Han Yi returned to the campus after running two publicity games, and restarted his quiet study life, and the next "out of the hole" is probably the call of the men's team.

At around eleven o'clock in the morning, Han Yi rubbed his head and left his seat. Han Yi always likes to turn his phone to silent when reading philosophy books in the library so as not to be disturbed.

After eating, Han Yi took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and then lit up the screen. The screen lights up, and more than a dozen missed calls are particularly eye-catching on the screen.

When I opened it, the dozen or so missed calls were all from Zhao Wenkui.

"What's wrong?" Han Yi thought uncertainly, and then dialed back. As soon as the earpiece sounded, Zhao Wenkui's voice came over.

"Brother Han, you can be regarded as a pass, but no one answered after making more than a dozen phone calls." Zhao Wenkui's voice was a little tired, but he couldn't hide the excitement in his words.

"There was something in the morning that didn't look at the phone." Han Yi explained slightly apologetically. But he didn't stay on it long and asked, "What's the matter, more than a dozen phone calls, is there anything urgent?" ”

Listening to Han Yi's calm voice, Zhao Wenkui was a little impressed, it has been two or three days since his book was published, and he didn't take the initiative to care about it, how busy are you? In fact, Han Yi has always been like this before, but Zhao Wenkui is the new one who took over Han Yi's things, and it is not clear about Han Yi's habits.

"Brother, guess how many books you've bought so far yesterday?"

"Uh." Han Yi pondered a little, knowing that the sales of the book were definitely not bad, otherwise he would not have let Zhao Wenkui make so many calls, "500,000? Han Yi guessed, it should have sold out all the first prints.

"How dare you think about it." Zhao Wenkui sighed with emotion, "I regret it." There are 400,000 reservations online, but, but, but the stock is not enough! Zhao Wenkui's howling voice came from the microphone, mixed with this "popping" sound, probably patting his thigh vigorously in regret.

Han Yi just smiled when he heard this, he and Zhao Wenkui were not very familiar, they had only met a few times, and they didn't know what to say about his bad character. But it's also very exciting to think of the middle-aged man in a suit patting his thigh and shouting regretfully.

Of course, Han Yi was also a little surprised by the sales volume on the Internet, which was a bit unexpected by himself, and now it seems that breaking one million within a week is not too much of a problem.

"Then you're going to have to hurry up and print more!" No matter how you say it, it is also related to the banknotes you can get, Han Yi reminded him.

"That's a certainty, and the printing house has already been asked to work overtime to print."

"Okay, then I won't disturb Editor-in-Chief Zhao's work, let's do this first."

After hanging up the phone, Han Yi remembered that he hadn't told him what the sales volume was, Han Yi shook his head, it doesn't matter, as long as someone sells it, he can rely on word-of-mouth to attract readers in the future, Han Yi has absolute confidence in his books.