Ding Yang took Cheng Dongfang to Wei Qingye's printing house, and before coming, he first went to the acquired publishing house, which was not large in scale and had a general geographical location, and looked like an advertising company from the outside.

Although the owner of the publishing house has changed, the people working in it are still there.

And although the sparrow is small, it has all kinds of internal organs.

The editorial department, business department, administration department and other parts are well preserved.

"Boss."

"Boss."

"Boss."

Everyone greeted Ding Yang warmly, and there were even some young ladies who looked good, and there was a fiery light in their eyes.

"The boss is so handsome."

"I don't know if I have any friends, if I ......"

"What a handsome uncle, better looking than the man in the publishing house."

"I didn't expect our new boss to be so handsome, and he is motivated to work again."

While they were secretly looking at Ding Yang, several department heads also reported their work to Ding Yang.

Ding Yang said, "In the future, other businesses will be exempted, and I will arrange it." ”

"This ...... We also took on some publishing tasks for small newspapers, although it was not much, but it was still possible to pay a few people's salaries. ”

"There are still some marginal novels, does the boss really want to give up?"

"Although the boss has taken over now, it doesn't cost money to issue advertisements, and no matter how small the mosquito is, it's meat."

"Don't talk about it yet, listen to the boss's opinion."

Ding Yang told them to wait first, let them finish their work, and then settle all the projects, and he would give them a satisfactory answer.

Cheng Dongfang followed him, without saying a word, like an assistant or an observer, and looked at the departments of the publishing house one by one.

When Ding Yang and Cheng Dongfang were leaving, someone handed over the signature book.

"So you already recognized me, I thought I didn't?"

"How can it, we didn't expect the boss to be you, and Director Cheng, the director's "Red Dust Love of the Three Kingdoms" is so popular, how can we not be impressed."

While laughing, Ding Yang and Cheng Dongfang signed a circle before leaving under their gaze.

Wei Qingye, like Qin Shuang, was still waiting at the gate like last time.

Occasionally, some people passing by looked at it suspiciously.

There were also some other printing house owners, with the contracts they had set, and approached them in person.

"Boss Zheng, Boss Li, our printing house has no intention of selling."

"Aren't you standing at the door just to get our attention? What do you mean by that? ”

"Do you also learn the empty city plan of the Three Kingdoms? Wouldn't there be a single worker in the factory now? Boss Wei, Ms. Qin Shuang, don't be reckless. ”

Wei Qingye and Qin Shuang's faces were ugly, and there were really no workers in the factory today.

"I'll give you this number, sign it."

"I also promise that you won't lose money, leave it to me."

"Boss Zheng, Boss Li, I'm sorry, we're waiting for someone, and we really have no intention of selling." Qin Shuang smiled, "Look, the person we picked up is here." ”

"In that case, then I'll go first, and when you think about it, you can contact me at any time."

"If I want to sell, I will definitely buy it at a high price."

After the two bosses left, Ding Yang's car also happened to stop in front of the printing house.

Ding Yang and Cheng Dongfang got out of the car, he first introduced Wei Qingye and Qin Shuang to Cheng Dongfang, and then introduced Cheng Dongfang to the two.

Wei Qingye stepped forward and grabbed Cheng Dongfang's hand and laughed, "I know you, Director Cheng, isn't it?" ”

"Yes, exactly."

"Director Cheng, Qingye and I have seen the movie you made, it's very good."

"Thanks for the compliment."

Cheng Dongfang was smiling, he was also famous, and there were people who knew him wherever he went.

"Uncle Wei, auntie, who were those two just now?" Ding Yang asked.

"Oh, they're all the owners of the printing house here, and they're all the ones who bought my ruined temple." Wei Qingye couldn't help but say weakly, "I and your Aunt Qin Shuang refused." ”

"That's right, I'm here today to give you the task of publishing."

Wei Qingye and Qin Shuang were overjoyed and welcomed Ding Yang and Cheng Dongfang into the office in the factory.

Wei Qingye personally made tea for them, this time the office was exceptionally clean than the last cleaning, and the eagle seen at the entrance was also polished, which could reflect the figure of the person.

"Uncle Wei, auntie, this is "The Legend of Wukong", you print it first, and then, you will have to be busy, I will let the publishing house contact you at that time, how much is appropriate, you will discuss it specifically."

Wei Qingye and Qin Shuang picked up the "Legend of Wukong" on the table and flipped through them one by one.

Cheng Dongfang squinted his eyes, but he couldn't see the specific content inside, and his heart was a little itchy.

The number of words is not much, only 150,000 words, which can be described as extremely compact.

Wei Qingye and Qin Shuang watched for three hours, while Ding Yang and Cheng Dongfang drank a lot of tea and went to the bathroom several times.

Finally, Wei Qingye and Qin Shuang reacted.

Qin Shuang's eyes were still red, and he was obviously aroused by some of the plots inside.

Wei Qingye sighed, and his understanding was deeper.

If you bear a thousand serious sins, you will not die if you refined.

Don't die, and don't live alone.

See clearly, but more painfully.

We are born free, who dares to be high.

And he prefers the domineering Goku.

I want this day, I can't cover my eyes anymore, I want this land, I can't bury my heart anymore, I want all living beings to understand my intentions, and I want all the Buddhas to disappear.

But what Qin Shuang saw from the book was the feelings, the inseparable love between Zhu Bajie and Ah Yue, the warm but suppressed relationship between Sun Wukong and Zixia, and the mournful friendship between Tang Seng and Xiaobailong......

It's tearful and gratifying......

"Okay, Ding Yang, you write too well."

"Ding Yang, how many copies are you going to print?"

"Let's print a million copies first." Ding Yang said, although the system introduced this book, the total sales in sixteen years have been close to 10 million copies, but he doesn't dare to take this risk now, it's all small money.

The specific printing quantity has to be printed according to the actual situation, and you can't be hot-headed and don't care about anything.

"Millions of copies, about the same."

After discussing, Ding Yang invited the two, Wei Qingye and Qin Shuang were stunned, and later realized that Ding Yang had founded a cultural media company.

"Ding Yang, you are much stronger than my good boy."

"If you really have you, you and Uncle Wei won't be the last to know."

Ding Yang waved his hand and said, "No, no." ”

How could it be the last one, he hadn't invited Shen Mengshuang and Tong Yu yet.

However, I don't know if they are free or not, and Ma Hui, forget it, let him gain a firm foothold in Yanjing's Anxin development.

Ding Yang and Cheng Dongfang returned, and sitting in the car, he found that there were really too many things to do.

He was alone, and he couldn't be separated at all.

"Aunt Qin, you must help me when the time comes, that little girl Hua Mingyue, I can't be trusted."

Ding Yang felt that he was alone, relying on everyone to run, but he had his own beliefs and the belief of never giving up.