Chapter 33 A Reader Named Guo Jing
The first day of sales of 10,000 copies has to be said to be a very good result.
Although he had a hunch, Stephen Zhao was still very happy to get this gratifying data, and the test was finally successful. The next step is when he starts to make big plans.
As for the lawsuit on the other side, Stephen Zhao no longer pays attention to it, it is nothing more than dragging out time.
Zhao Xingchi can afford it, but the Caida Publishing House can't afford it, and the Caida can't afford it, which will seriously affect the reputation of the publishing house and the Caida.
The loss of the reputation of the University of Finance is not visible at present, but Zeng Xianwen, as the president, has already received the reproach from above and asked him to write a report to explain the matter.
The loss of the reputation of the publishing house can already be seen, if nothing else, just say that the number of manuscripts received in the past few days is actually only one-third of the previous one-third, and it has shrunk by two-thirds, which is enough to see how big the loss of the publishing house is. What is even more worrying is that the number of manuscripts is still decreasing.
Yu Decheng, who was sick from anger, was lying on the bed in the hospital, his old face was even older, and the top of his head, which was still a little black, was completely white at this time.
"Rongguang, hand me my resignation application." Yu Decheng reluctantly handed the resignation application written in his hand to his son Yu Rongguang, and said with a sigh.
Yu Rongguang said angrily: "Dad, this matter was made up by Wang Gui's bastard from beginning to end, why do you have to carry the black pot for him?" We'll let him die! You are about to retire in one year, and isn't it in vain to quit all these years at this time? ”
Yu Decheng smiled bitterly: "In the end, I am the president, even if it is Wang Gui's fault, I will also bear part of the responsibility." ”
Yu Rongguang couldn't beat his father after the worst, and walked out of the ward with a resignation application with a black face.
Outside the door, Wang Gui suddenly ran over at this time.
As soon as they met, Wang Gui hurriedly trotted over and said with a smile: "Nephew, President Yu is okay, I ......"
Before he finished speaking, Yu Rongguang suddenly roared: "You get out of here!" ”
Wang Gui was stunned for a moment, just waiting to explain.
Yu Rongguang simply waved his fist and rushed towards him, which couldn't help but beat him up.
"Ahh Wang Gui was so frightened that he threw away the bag of fruit he was carrying, and quickly slipped away, so that the fool would stay here and let Yu Rongguang beat him violently.
Such a ridiculous scene, Zhao Xingchi naturally doesn't know what to do, if he knows, he will definitely laugh happily.
Therefore, while paying close attention to the results of "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty", he still secretly found a private detective and asked the private detective to help completely put Wang Gui down, and it was best to expose Wang Gui's previous sins and send Wang Gui to prison.
Qian Minli, who is his agent, doesn't know about this.
The deposit of 5,000 oceans, and the remuneration of 15,000 after completion, a total of 20,000 oceans of help fees, Zhao Xingchi was in pain when he agreed.
Fortunately, after paying the money, he didn't have to worry about it, so Stephen Zhao was also happy.
On the third day of the re-launch of "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty", Yan Minjun, the president of the Xijiang branch of the Silian Publishing House, called Zhao Xingchi, and the Silian Publishing House decided to start a nationwide propaganda offensive to expand the results of the war, and also told him to prepare early and be ready to participate in publicity activities at any time, shoot advertisements, shoot magazines, accept interviews, sign and sell books, and so on.
With the last upheaval, this time, Stephen Zhao is obviously much calmer.
In contrast, Zhao Weiguo and Lin Baoyi, who were still worried at home, also showed relaxed smiles again.
"Son, well done!" Lin Baoyi patted his hand affectionately.
"Silian Publishing House is Silian Publishing House, which is really extraordinary, and it is a national distribution and national propaganda as soon as it is launched. However, this is also Xingchi's book, which sold more than 10,000 copies on the first day, this achievement, for a newcomer, is already a great achievement, and of course Silian Publishing House wants to catch you in your hands. It seems that Xingchi will soon become a famous writer! Zhao Weiguo said with a red face, looking at Zhao Xingchi's eyes full of relief and pride.
The two were still worried about facing the suppression of the University of Finance Press, and even the University of Finance and Economics, but they didn't expect to turn around, and Zhao Xingchi reached a reprint agreement with the country's top two Silian Publishing House, which was really unexpected.
After that, the first day sales exceeded 10,000 copies, and the two were shocked when they heard it.
The newcomer's new book sold more than 10,000 copies on the first day, and ordinary people may not know what Lu Dao means, but for Zhao Weiguo and Lin Baoyi, what it means is very clear.
This means that "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty" is going to be popular!
It means that their son Stephen Zhao is going to become a famous writer!
Of course, in addition to this, the two understand more clearly that this means that it is impossible for the University of Finance Press and even the University of Finance and Economics to pose any threat to Zhao Xingchi.
After the lawsuit between Stephen Zhao and Caida Publishing House is at its worst, I believe that Stephen Zhao will definitely be the winner!
"It's too early for a famous author, at least until I write two best-selling books. And my goal is not just to be a famous writer, I want to be a great writer, the kind of great writer who not only writes books that sell well, but also has a strong and far-reaching impact. Zhao Xingchi said confidently, his face was bright.
Zhao Weiguo and Lin Baoyi looked at each other and smiled, and they were more and more satisfied with Zhao Xingchi in their hearts.
Parents all over the world have the same heart, hoping that their son will become a dragon and their daughter will become a phoenix. I am not afraid of other shortcomings and problems of my children, in addition to health and happiness, I still hope that my children can work hard and be motivated.
Stephen Zhao has the goal and self-motivation to become a great writer, and the two are naturally very happy.
In the evening, after dinner.
Stephen Zhao made a cup of tea, turned on the computer, and began to enter "those things in the Ming Dynasty".
Although in the post bar, there are black and sprayed him, but since the grand launch of "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty" by Silian Publishing House, there are more fans who support him in the post bar.
Today seems to be something special, though.
After Zhao Xingchi entered, he soon found that there was a new group "Jingu Legend Group" in the post bar, and then when he looked at the content, it was full of battle posts posted by his book friends.
"Support the author!"
"Come on, author!"
"This book is amazing, I really like you, author!"
……
Stephen Zhao was very moved to see it, and a kind of love gushed out, and the more he read these posts, the more he felt that these readers were very cute.
He noticed the top post on the top, and the account nickname of the post was actually directly a person's name "Guo Jing", and he was also the founder of the "Jingu Legend Group".
"As a reader, I thought I should support the author with my actions. There is a picture and the truth, my full name is Guo Jing, this is my photo, I am the ...... of Changnan City"
After reading the post, Stephen Zhao was even more moved.
"Guo Jing? This name is really interesting, ha, I like it! Stephen Zhao then glanced at the name of the account again, laughed thoughtfully, and began to crackle and type.
Soon, a private message was sent out of his account, recipient: Guo Jing.