"Are you talking about going out of business?" Seeing Fang Chengshi and Ding Lin's embarrassed expressions, Su Wen asked again.

Of course, he is willing to hear it wrong, otherwise a publishing house that is about to go out of business wants to cooperate with him, what the hell is this doing!

Playing with people? Isn't it fun!

Ding Lin's face was flushed, his expression was twisted, and he looked embarrassed.

Fang Chengshi glanced at him, and could only sigh and say, "It's not that it's going out of business, it's just that it's about to happen." ”

"Does it make a difference?" Su Wen rolled his eyes.

"Uh......" Fang Chengshi laughed, "Aren't you thinking about rescuing it!" ”

Rescue!

It's a shame that he can say it!

Su Wen completely understood that the other party asked him for copyright because he wanted him to save the emergency. Use his fame to see if you can bring the dead back to life!

"You think too highly of me!" Su Wen smiled bitterly, "I'm just a literary newcomer, just a little famous, where can I have the ability to revitalize a publishing house that is on the verge of closure?" ”

Fang Chengshi also nodded: "Under normal circumstances, you really don't have such qualifications. ”

"What does that mean abnormality?" Su Wen asked rhetorically.

Fang Chengshi glanced at Ding Lin again and said, "If it's just a small publishing house, you can get a new life with a little help from an external force, and you Su Wen still have the ability and conditions." ”

Su Wen felt even more ridiculous, and asked, "Small publishing house?" How small? ”

Ding Lin still coughed embarrassedly, fidgeting, like an ant on a hot pot, how uncomfortable.

Fang Chengshi glanced at him and said, "Ding Lin, what else are you embarrassed about, it's all come to this point." What else can't be said? Your Spring and Autumn Publishing House was not very big before, in your hands, to this point, you are not convinced that it is a small publishing house? ”

Ding Lin's face turned red, and he held back a sentence for a while: "I'm not unconvinced......"

Fang Chengshi snorted: "Then you have to honestly admit your shortcomings." Have an open and honest talk with Su Wen. ”

Ding Lin replied, looking at Fang Chengshi, looking like I would give everything to you.

Fang Chengshi's forehead was bruised, and he could only turn his head and say to Su Wen: "Let me give you a general introduction to the situation of the Spring and Autumn Publishing House." ”

Su Wen nodded, it's all here, he just doesn't want to hear it, and he is embarrassed to throw his hand away.

It turned out that the Spring and Autumn Publishing House was founded by Ding Lin's father more than 20 years ago, before the rise of the Internet. There is a lot to be done with brick-and-mortar publishing.

Ding's father is also a cultural person, he has been a reporter, an editor, a writer, and a book, although he is not a big writer, but he also has a small market.

So, after having some savings. He works with people through a variety of relationships. Together, they founded the foundation of Spring and Autumn Publishing House. At that time, his purpose was very clear, that is, to be a cultural businessman.

In more than ten years, Spring and Autumn Publishing House has grown from scratch, from small to large, and slowly grown, although it cannot be compared with those large publishing houses. The influence is not as good as those of the big cultural companies, but at least in the province it is quite popular.

At its peak, you could get more than 100 book numbers!

As I said before, the Chinese Empire carried out book number control, when it was in demand. Some book numbers are still relatively valuable, ranging from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands.

One hundred book numbers can almost be said to be assets worth tens of millions of dollars. This is also the highest asset that Spring and Autumn Publishing House can achieve.

Ten years ago, there was an accident at the Spring and Autumn Publishing House: Ding's father returned to the West when he was in his fifties, leaving the career of the Spring and Autumn Publishing House to his son, who is now Ding Lin.

When Ding's father went west, Ding Lin was still a college student who had not graduated, and after waiting for a year or two, he finally graduated from college and took over his father's foundation.

Obviously, he has no commercial talent, and in his hands, in only ten years, the Spring and Autumn Publishing House has gone from a vigorous business to a dying old guy - all of them are about to go out of business, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is critically ill!

How critical is the situation now?

In the past, the Spring and Autumn Publishing House could get hundreds of book numbers every three years because of its good book sales; Now, ten years later, after only three assignments of ISBNs, it has only ten ISBNs in its hands!

Ten! What can you do?

There are only ten ISBNs a year, and only ten works can be published, and the probability of expecting one of them to sell is too small.

Now, halfway through the three-year period, and now that the date for the reassignment of book numbers is approaching, if the sales of books published by the Spring and Autumn Publishing House have not improved, it will really go out of business -- can a publishing house that does not have a book number still be called a publishing house?

In Fang Chengshi's narration, Su Wen had a general understanding of the situation of the Spring and Autumn Publishing House, which made his eyes full of curiosity when he looked at Ding Lin.

This President Ding is simply wonderful, can a hundred book numbers get to this point? How much tossing and turning would it take to make his father's inheritance like this?

Ding Lin was uncomfortable by Su Wen's lightning-like gaze, and he felt a sense of shame.

Fang Chengshi understood what Su Wen meant, sighed, and explained: "Su Wen, in fact, Ding Lin is not the kind of scumbag who is a loser. ”

After losing my father's foundation and getting it to the point of going bankrupt, isn't it called a loser?

Su Wen really hasn't seen a more serious loser behavior than this.

"He's just ......" Fang Chengshi paused and changed his words, "Like you said, he's just a little weird?" Why was he able to get a publishing house that was in such a good situation to this point? The reason I told you just now is that Ding Lin is a literary young man, and the books he chooses to publish require a high degree of literature. Can something that is more literary than commercial, you say, be able to sell it? ”

Ding Lin was unconvinced when he heard this: "I'm just not doing a good job." ”

"Bad operation?" Fang Chengshi sneered again and again, "Ding Lin, how many times have I said you, don't be too ideal, don't be too naïve!" What the hell do you say about the books you publish, prose and poetry, and you also help others publish academic works such as papers! Are you masters of what field are they all at, and such works can be sold? Also, what kind of works did you put out to study. It's all some books that talk about how to study the evidence, don't you keep it for yourself, and you want people to buy it back? I rub! ”

In the end, Fang Chengshi burst out foul language, obviously unable to bear Ding Lin's strange behavior, it is estimated that he has endured it for a long time. Take the opportunity to vent today!

The more Fang Chengshi spoke, the more excited he became: "If you take these book numbers to make some novels, your publishing house will not fall to the point where it is today." ”

"We ...... Novels have also come out! Ding Lin argued.

Fang Chengshi sneered: "There are hundreds of book numbers, about eighty percent of which are used to produce those prose and poetry essays and academic works, and there are only more than a dozen novels, or works that are not careful-Speaking of this, I have to talk about you even more!" Who do you say your works are? It's all your so-called literary friends! Well, now that people have published several works, they have brushed up their prestige and qualifications, what about you. The publishing house is going out of business! Who do you blame? ”

Ding Lin's face was so red that he was dripping blood, and he couldn't speak.

Su Wen was finally stunned, and sure enough, as Fang Chengshi said, this Ding Lin is really wonderful.

This kind of death, he has been doing it for ten years, and now he has not suddenly woken up, let alone just an ordinary publishing house, or a big company giant. It is estimated that there is only one breath left.

Ten years is like a day, and there is no turning back from death!

Such people. Who would dare to work with it?

Thinking of the other party's request before, Su Wen had an urge to escape.

Fang Chengshi was really a god today, and he could see at a glance what some of Su Wen's small actions were expressing, he grabbed Su Wen's arm and said, "Su Wen, I know I'm not qualified to ask you for anything." But Ding Lin is my classmate, and I have been friends for more than ten years, and I can't watch him fall. So ......"

"I'm afraid that my work won't be able to do anything, and besides, I don't have a long work of fiction. Isn't poetry and prose all hard to sell! Su Wen let out a long sigh.

Fang Chengshi hurriedly said: "Poetry and prose are not easy to sell, because everyone can't write any good works." Your works are different, they are literary and commercial. Why? Because they are classics, classics can be circulated, that is the work of word-of-mouth and the market! Not to mention anything else, well done, I don't think you have a problem selling a million copies of these short story collections in our province! ”

Su Wen glanced at Fang Chengshi resentfully, and smiled bitterly.

Fang Chengshi continued: "As long as more than one million copies are sold, Ding Lin's ten book numbers will not only be kept, but he may be able to get a few more. Our province allocates ISBNs, and sales are in millions. ”

Su Wen was a little surprised: "The sales of one million don't seem to be high, and the Spring and Autumn Publishing House can't reach it?" ”

Fang Chengshi spread his hands: "He just didn't reach it, what can you do?" ”

Ding Lin's head hung lower.

Su Wen's urge to beat him was born, and he really didn't want to cooperate with such a person.

Fang Chengshi said: "Su Wen, I think you should publish a collection of poems, after all, you just joined the Poetry Society, and you don't have representative works, so it seems unreasonable." ”

Su Wen was silent, saying that he published a poetry collection and a lot of companies could cooperate, so there was no need to find a small coffee like Spring and Autumn Publishing House.

Fang Chengshi said again: "I calculated, you have thirty poems, and they seem to be barely able to get by." ”

"Isn't it twenty-seven?" Ding Lin was taken aback and began to squeak.

Fang Chengshi sneered: "You said that you are a loyal reader of Su Wen, I don't think you are qualified enough!" I am! You say twenty-seven poems, that's three less than you. ”

"How is that possible!" Ding Lin shouted, "As long as there are published works on the market, I have read them all." ”

Fang Chengshi snorted: "You undercounted "Dreams and Poems", "Man Jianghong", and "Poplar Praise". ”

These are poems published on Weibo during the second conflict between Su Wen and Zhou Buping.

"What the hell is this?" Ding Lin was stunned.

Fang Chengshi pointed at Ding Lin, hated iron and steel, and said, "Look at you, the whole person is out of touch with society!" Your phone, except for making calls, is of no use. For you, the computer is just for chatting. You don't even know the poems that Su Wen wrote a while ago to argue with others! How dare you say you're a loyal reader! I didn't expose you just now, because I didn't want you to lose face. Now that it's all said, I'm not afraid to correct you! ”

Ding Lin was dumbfounded: "That...... I'm going to find out! ”

Fang Chengshi sighed, for Ding Lin, he is a father and a mother today.

After taking a deep look at Su Wen, Fang Chengshi said in a deep voice: "Su Wen, are you interested in being a major shareholder of the publishing house?" ”

"Nani?" Su Wen shook for a moment, raised his head suddenly, and looked straight at Fang Chengshi, who had an unfathomable and profound expression! (To be continued......)

PS: Dapeng still remembers that before this chapter, he already owes everyone nine chapters! The long replenishment period is about to begin, and it's all tears to talk about it!