After eating dinner, Wang Yongren said a word to the elders, and took his cousin Cai Chunxiao and cousin Wang Jianxi to the pedestrian street.

Kangyong County is not big, Jiefang Street, which has not yet been demolished, is a busy city during the day, and the pedestrian street is a gathering of snacks and delicacies and a mobile phone shop, which is very lively at night.

Don't worry about anything, directly chose the largest pro-army communication store, Wang Yongren asked his cousin and the two to choose by themselves, and checked out half an hour later, spending a total of 10,800.

"Thanks, Ah Ren."

"Thank you, brother."

Holding the new Motorola mobile phone, Cai Chunxiao thanked him, and Wang Jianxi, who was holding the Nokia N73, also thanked excitedly.

"No, you guys go home, I'll go for a walk by the river."

"Okay, see you later."

Bidding farewell to his cousin and cousin, Wang Yongren walked alone by the Kangyong River, his thoughts slowly replaying the memories of more than ten years in his previous life, and he felt that things were wrong and people were wrong.

Nearly three months after being reborn, he achieved his goal of becoming a millionaire, although he is not as good as the reborn predecessors in those novels, Wang Yongren thinks he is quite satisfied.

The most important thing is that the online store and book he chose are all projects with a solid foundation and steady income in the future, so he doesn't have to worry about when to overturn.

After sorting out the planning in his mind, when Wang Yongren returned home, his parents were still waiting for the supermarket to close, and he was lying on the bed and initiating a text message with his female classmates.

"When are you going back to school?"

"In two days."

"Oh, I'm going back on the 30th, Mom, let me stay at home for a few more days."

"Well, I'll invite you to dinner then!"

"Okay."

......

"Brother Ah Ren, I have a good idea today, and I wrote 5,000 words."

"Yes, come on, I'll show you tomorrow."

"Okay."

......

"Ah Ren, what are you doing?"

"Just came home from dinner."

......

Occasionally, after Wang Yongren, who remembered something, replied to his little girlfriend's text message, he would also reply to his sister-in-law's text message.

At present, in his emotional route planning, why is the little girlfriend the core, the female classmates are the mainstay, and the eldest sister-in-law is directly excluded, which is just an incidental to the little girlfriend.

Although he and his female classmates may not be able to enter the marriage hall in the future, Wang Yongren believes that when he talks about feelings with each other, he must be serious.

Who's life, there haven't been a few relationships that end without a problem!

......

Also on this night, Dong Qincheng, who came to Hangzhou, sat in a room on the second floor of a villa near West Lake, changed into a black silk skirt, and exuded the charm of a mature woman.

Shaking the red wine glass, Dong Qincheng looked at the lake and mountains outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and occasionally looked at his friends on the sofa quietly looking at the manuscript of the novel, but he was also content.

Previously, he got part of the manuscript of "Passing by Your World" from his handsome little guy, Dong Qincheng was busy arranging a signing meeting, and he never had time to talk about it with his girlfriend.

Anyway, Wang Yongren only wrote a third of it, and after Dong Qincheng talked to the other party, he was not in a hurry to talk about the new book.

Just right, the signing meeting was over, and after sending the handsome guy back, Dong Qincheng rested in Hangzhou for two days, and gave some of the printed manuscripts of the new book to his girlfriends.

I don't know how long it took, the beautiful young woman who looked through the small half of the manuscript sat up straight, didn't care about the infinite scenery of the white silk camisole at all, and asked her friend not far away with bright eyes: "Ah Cheng, has this manuscript been delivered to other publishing houses?" ”

"No, this is the only printed manuscript."

Hearing his best friend's question, Dong Qincheng answered with a smile, and then took out a USB flash drive from the handbag next to him: "Ah Ren also wrote a theme song for this book, do you want to listen to it?" ”

Speaking of the talent of his handsome guy, Dong Qincheng did not hide his satisfied smile on his face.

Let's ask, which young generation of writers can write books and songs now, even Han Han, who became famous at a young age.

"Bring it."

Taking the USB flash drive from the other party, Han Xiaozhu, who was full of interest, plugged into the laptop computer on the coffee table, clicked on the audio file, and there was a stirring prelude in the stereo.

Then, a clear female voice rang out.

Obviously, it is the same person as the female voice of "China Keeps Turning".

"It was an accident,

but the heart swayed in the wind.

Your laughter is blurred by the summer,

Rehearsal in front of the mirror.

I practice confession repeatedly,

Often wandering in my dreams.

If the name of the rose is love,

Why withered into a sea of flowers.

Oh......”

A few minutes later, the music played ended, and Han Xiaozhu clicked the broadcast button again.

Dong Qincheng, who listened to the song, was also quite emotional.

A few days ago, I came to Hangzhou to hold a signing party, and the handsome guy went back to Lido, and he came up with a good new song, which is really talented and exciting, and every time I think about it at night, I sweat!

If it weren't for the fact that her teen publishing house really didn't fit the theme positioning, Dong Qincheng would definitely not let go of this book.

After listening to it twice, Han Xiaozhu expressed his feelings: "Ah Cheng, do you think this song is more flavorful for men to sing?!" ”

"You can do whatever you want."

Regarding the emotion of his old classmates, Dong Qincheng shrugged his shoulders indifferently, the thin shoulder strap on his left shoulder slipped off, and he leaned against the windowsill indifferently and said: "Anyway, it doesn't meet the positioning of our publishing house, otherwise it won't be your turn." If you don't think it's good, I recommend it to the Youth Publishing House in Jinling. ”

"Fuck off."

As soon as he heard the other party's words, Han Xiaozhu immediately sat up straight and said loudly: "With this song, I will definitely sign this book." By the way, what's the name of this song? ”

"The back of time is also the subtitle of the book. If you sign it, what level of promotion are you going to give him? ”

had already guessed the other party's thoughts, Dong Qincheng asked lazily.

"3 million level, I think this book is well promoted, there should be many young girls who buy it, and it is not a problem to sell a million copies a year."

Regarding the positioning of this book, Han Xiaozhu soon had a general promotion context.

Although she also likes that handsome guy very much, business is business, and as the deputy editor-in-chief, she also has to do things according to the rules of the publishing house.

The so-called 3 million level is actually the promotion intensity set by each publishing house.

The promotion plan worth 3 million yuan, including the exhibition shelves of major booksellers, online platform publicity, etc.

Of course, this so-called 3 million must be relatively empty, deducting the resources of the publishing house itself, there is still a six-percent discount, and it is definitely a top-level resource in the ranks of new writers.

Although Wang Yongren has achieved fairly good results in the field of historical novels, with monthly sales of more than 1.5 million, he is still a newcomer in the field of youth literature.

Basically, there is 3 million promotion support, as long as the quality of the novel is not bad, after this wave of promotion, it is not difficult to sell 400,000 to 500,000 copies.

If it is an excellent work that secretly fuels the flames on those social platforms, it is likely to reach the explosive level of more than 1 million sales within a year.

[Parallel world setting, don't substitute reality, don't spray!] 】

Of course, with the little handsome writers these days, they have attracted many little fans to pay for their appearance, and Han Xiaozhu feels that he can take advantage of this to make this novel of the youth literary genre sell more than one million in the first month.

Youth literature, relying on the writer's appearance to attract girl fans, is not chilling.

"I remember that your 5 million promotion quota this year is not used yet, right?"

didn't respond to his old classmates at the first time, Dong Qincheng talked about the resources in the other party's hands.

"Ah Cheng, you are so interested in Brother Ah Ren, it won't be ???"

Han Xiaozhu, who heard the strings and knew what it meant, and heard the meaning of his friend's words, pretended to look at each other in surprise.

You must know that with her current position as deputy editor-in-chief, there is only a quota of 5 million promotion resources a year, after all, they are not big or small at Hangcheng Literature and Art Publishing House.

It was reserved for some well-known writers, and Han Xiaozhu would not use this resource at all under normal circumstances.

Once the effect is not good, it is inevitable that there will be some rumors in the publishing house, and her status in the society will be shaken.

Although she is not bad for money, the work of the publishing house is her hobby, and Han Xiaozhu will not take her career as a bet.

Of course, if the little handsome guy agrees......

Everything is negotiable.

"If you don't pull it down, I'll call Lao Xu of the Suzhou Youth Publishing House tomorrow."

After taking a sip of red wine, Dong Qincheng, who did not back down, waited for the other party's decision.

Since you want to help the handsome little guy writers you admire, you naturally have to help to the end.

What's more, if Wang Zhuoren is famous in the field of youth literature, it will also help the follow-up sales of the historical novel she signed.