"Okay."

Hearing Sister Dong's words, Wang Yongren suddenly came to his senses.

After waiting for so long, his new book is finally going to enter the countdown to the shelves.

Compared with the current online stores with a single-day profit of several thousand, physical book publishing is a real money-making project that guarantees income during drought and flood, and it will only make money, not lose money.

Moreover, once the sales volume reaches 100,000, the manuscript fee starts at hundreds of thousands.

"By the way, we are going to carry out several signing sessions in Jinling, Hangcheng, Modu, Pengcheng and other places, do you have time?"

Listening to the calm voice on the other side of the phone, Dong Qincheng thought of the handsome young man who was calm and calm, and then opened his mouth to inquire.

If she was an ordinary newcomer, she would have arranged it a long time ago, and she would not consider the other party's thoughts at all.

No way, who let her like it.

"Yes, Sister Dong can arrange it."

For this kind of expected trip, Wang Yongren did not refuse.

Not to mention, a street writer who wrote millions of words in his previous life or earned thousands of dollars a month, and he can hold a signing session after writing his first book in this life, which can be regarded as an honor.

"Okay, I'll arrange a few cities in the south first. Take a look at the follow-up feedback, and then decide whether to arrange Beijing and other places. ”

"I'm sorry to trouble Sister Dong."

"Be polite to me, when your novel sells well, remember to invite me to a big dinner."

"Definitely."

Hanging up the phone, Wang Yongren logged in to the 163 mailbox, clicked on the email and looked at it.

The so-called new book publicity plan is decent, placing some roll-up banners at the door of large bookstores in many places across the country to carry out pre-sales, and publishing new book sales notices on the homepage of major forums on the Internet, and inviting some historical experts to comment and recommend them on blogs by the way.

Now that the physical book is published, there are no other new tricks, unless it is like Han Han, who has many blog fans on the Internet, and there is a sales guarantee of hundreds of thousands of dollars if he makes an announcement to his fans.

"It always feels like something is missing."

Touching his chin, Wang Yongren, who had a glimmer of light in his mind, fell into deep thought.

After thinking for a few minutes, Wang Yongren, who had no clue, casually clicked on the Tianya forum, ready to go to the entertainment section to look at the photos of beautiful women and find inspiration.

"I bought 1000 EPs of Tianxian MM, friends in the magic city, who wants to come and get it, the address is the ...... of the magic city"

"There are still five people left to buy EP for 100 people, and the speed is gathered."

"Tianxian MM is going to hold a signing meeting in Hong Kong City, is there any Pengcheng's friends to form a group to support."

……

It's still a familiar taste, and the rest obviously accounts for half of the traffic, and the topic of Tianxian MM accounts for half.

Clicking on the video link of Tianxian MM dancing and singing, Wang Yongren appreciated the pure temptation, his mind relaxed, but his body was a little tense.

Well, it seems that he thought of the flash of inspiration just now.

"The ice peaks of Zhuolu melted, and the traces of Yu outlined China.

Danqing is not seen on the road, and the years have passed.

The inscription is engraved on the tortoise shell to reproduce the old words of sericulture.

Feng left Qishan and flew to the Makino battlefield.

Under the bustling grass, the germination of ideas is nurtured.

Jane reflects the culture of the past and the present.

The tyrant of several generations of gange, the wolf smoke died in Qiusha.

Qin Dao recited those immortal laws.

What is the difference between slave princes and princes, the Great Wall is lost and collapsed.

Hero's End,

Bringing new life to the world......"

In my last life, I swiped a song "Huaxia Keeps Turning" on a small audio video, which is about thousands of years of history in China, which is quite popular with netizens.

If this song is written, it can be promoted as the theme song of "Chinese Emperor Chat Group".

Well, the official title of the book after the publication of "Ancient and Modern Emperors Chat Group" is "Chinese Emperors Chat Group", which is more appropriate.

As for the arrangement, it is even simpler, directly copy, no, it is an adaptation of the Cantonese song "Under Mount Fuji", that is, the Chinese song "Love Call Transfer".

However, now the movie of "Love Call Transfer" has not yet been launched, and the Chinese version of the soundtrack is impossible to talk about, but "Under Mount Fuji", as the title song of Eason's next album, has released a single EP and spread from Hong Kong City to China.

[PS: If the timeline is a little ahead, it is a deviation caused by a parallel world, and the old irons must be more serious. 】

This is not plagiarism, at most it is an adaptation, but it needs to be licensed.

Record the sample first, and hand over the copyright of the arrangement to Sister Dong to be responsible for communication.

Thinking of this, Wang Yongren, who had regained his energy, got up, and the feeling of being a little nervous because of watching the Tianxian MM video had dissipated most of the time.

Now Lido doesn't know if there are any professional music studios, and Wang Yongren is too lazy to spend time, so he directly called Senior Sister Su.

The other party is the president of the Pop Music Association, and he still has some real material in terms of musical attainments.

"Hey, Ah Ren."

received a call from his younger brother, and Su Qiuyi, who was practicing the piano in the room, picked it up casually.

Everyone had only met in the morning, and they missed her so soon!!

"Senior sister, I want to ask you for a favor!"

There are requests for others, Wang Yongren's attitude is very low.

"What's the matter?"

Hearing the other party begging for help, the corners of Su Qiuyi's mouth couldn't help but smile a little.

"There's a song and want to record a sample, I wonder if you have time?"

didn't say that it took him a few minutes to write it, Wang Yongren said it more tactfully.

He can be regarded as a quasi-literati, and the literati cannot be said to plagiarize, but can only be said to borrow.

"You wrote it yourself?! I'll come right over. ”

Listening to the junior brother's request, Su Qiuyi's eyes lit up, and she quickly got up and went back to the room to change into her home clothes, ready to go out.

Su Qiutang, who was in the computer room next to him, heard the noise outside, and asked his sister who was going out curiously: "Sister, where are you going?" ”

"Oh, I'll talk to my classmates about something."

Subconsciously, Su Qiuyi didn't want her sister to go with her, destroying the rare opportunity for her and her younger brother to be alone.

There was an outsider like Liu Xuemei before, and she still needed her sister's wingman to escort her, but this time she didn't need it.

"Oh."

Nodding, Su Qiutang, who didn't doubt him, waited until his sister was about to walk to the door, and suddenly asked, "Are you going to eat cold drinks?" ”

"It's not."

With a quick answer, Su Qiuyi specially explained: "It's to meet in the classroom of the school music association." ”

"Okay, then you can go yourself."

Hearing that there were no delicious cold drinks, Su Qiutang, who was not interested in visiting any campus, waved his hand, and was not interested in following.

"Gone."

Seeing that her sister was not suspicious, Su Qiuyi, who was wearing a blue dress, immediately went out.

I took a taxi to the school gate first, and saw that the junior was already waiting there, Su Qiuyi didn't hold an umbrella, and walked over quickly: "Have you waited for a long time?!" ”

"No, I've just arrived."

Wang Yongren, who was standing in the shade, handed over a glass of lemon milk in his hand: "I'll help you get the umbrella." ”

To ask for help from your senior sister, you always have to be courteous.

"Okay."

Handing over the parasol in his hand, Su Qiuyi took the cold drink and drank it happily as she walked.

Walking on the path of the school, the two didn't talk much, Su Qiuyi occasionally turned his head to look at the junior holding an umbrella beside him, and felt an indescribable sweetness.

Perhaps, this is what it feels like to be in love.

"Ah Ren, did you write this yourself?"

Coming to the small recording studio of the Pop Music Association, Su Qiuyi took the manuscript paper handed by the other party, and her eyes couldn't help but light up.

The first few lines of lyrics are very feeling when you read them.

"Well, if it's a tune, use the soundtrack of "Under Mount Fuji", please ask my senior sister to help me record a sample."

At this time, Wang Yongren did not deny the fact that he 'borrowed', and then said his request.

"Do you sing it yourself?"