Hong Kong Island, Sai Wan, Treading Wave Literature Publishing House.

Pei Wencong sat on the brand-new boss's chair, crossed Erlang's legs, and his brand-new leather shoes shook and trembled, shaking out a three-point proud and three-point comfortable appearance.

It's just that if an observant psychologist sees Pei Wencong's appearance, he can find that there is still four points of anxiety hidden in his movements.

Within ten minutes, Pei Wencong's boss chair turned seven times, and his right hand unconsciously touched his left wrist four times.

On Pei Wencong's left wrist, he is wearing a newly bought Rolex.

It's a real Rolex of 60,000 Hong Kong dollars, not the kind of fake that can be broken up with a thousand pieces of slap.

As the saying goes, money can solve 99% of things, which contains a "face".

A few months ago, Pei Wencong spent fifteen minutes tidying up when he went out every day, his suit was straight, his leather shoes were shiny, and a broken flower crown was wiped and wiped, trying to save face and deal with people.

But the other party's hypocritical smile, as well as Pei Wencong's own apprehension in his heart, made him understand that a strong face is not a real face.

Money is a man's guts, this sentence must be extreme, but there is some truth in him.

A wise man with a strong heart can ignore the vanity of money, but in this world, there are still more laypeople, isn't it?

So when he had money in his pocket, Pei Wencong immediately changed his appearance to verify that this sentence was incorrect.

As it turned out, it was basically correct.

First of all, Pei Wencong himself has confidence, and those partners are obviously much more enthusiastic about him, even if Pei Wencong despises the other party's snobbery in his heart, he does not deny the usefulness in his heart.

Suddenly, Pei Wencong was proud, and his whole person was fluttering, feeling that he was only one step away from the elite class on Hong Kong Island.

But just a month ago, there was a sudden change in the market on Hong Kong Island, and several "famous works" with the same theme as "The Wind Flying" were suddenly listed to follow suit.

Pei Wencong was somewhat mentally prepared before, because the degree of commercialization of literature on Hong Kong Island is very high, and once a certain theme is popular, followers abound, which is not uncommon or chilling.

But several long-established writers published their works at the same time, which greatly surprised Pei Wencong's expectations, and made him feel strong pressure.

Not to mention how famous those writers are, the strength of the publishing house behind them is also strong, which makes Pei Wencong under great pressure.

The sales of the book union are very sensitive to the market, and Pei Wencong was immediately notified to respond.

As for how to deal with it, people let Pei Wencong figure it out by himself.

Therefore, Pei Wencong made an urgent notice to the seven-inch blade in the north, asking him to pay attention to this situation, and it is best to write the follow-up storyline more excitingly.

It's almost like saying "I'm too small and weak to withstand the wind and waves".

But seeing that the wealth that is about to arrive has encountered an uncertain crisis, where can Pei Wencong still take care of his face?

[Give me another three months!] Even if it's two months alas . 】

Pei Wencong is very helpless, as long as there are two more months of expansion and development, there will be a surplus of hundreds of thousands or even millions of Hong Kong dollars in the account of the Treading Wave Literature Society, and he will be able to use some market competition methods to wrestle with those competitors.

But now, he is really powerless.

It was raining again outside the window, and the deep marks on the cramped gray building wall ten meters away were so irritating.

"Amin, hasn't this month's report of the book union sales been sent yet?"

Pei Wencong turned his head and shouted at the clerk Amin.

Today is the day when Shulian sells to partners and issues statements, and all merchants who cooperate with them will receive the sales of goods in the previous month.

If the sales last month were good, the publicity of this month will be increased, and if the sales are not good, the consequences will naturally not be said.

The reason why Pei Wencong is so anxious today is also related to this statement, after all, within a few days after the statement, the sub-account funds from the sales of the book association will be transferred to the account of the Talang Literature Society.

That's real money!

"Not yet, boss, you asked me three times in the morning," Amin looked at Pei Wencong and smiled: "According to the results of our market research, it should still be okay this month!" Boss, don't be too agitated. ”

"Where am I anxious? I'm just bored! ”

Pei Wencong naturally wouldn't admit his nervousness, and his mouth was stubborn.

The boss must not show timidity in front of the employees, even if his legs are trembling in a panic, he must be overwhelmed by Mount Tai without changing his color.

"Boss, you want to be bored, why don't you write a comment and scold that Nanbang man surnamed Park? Are you, a graduate of the Department of Literature of a Hong Kong country, a wasted name? ”

Ah Qiang, who was bowing his head and sorting out the layout, scolded Pei Wencong in a sullen voice.

A few days ago, there was an immigrant from Nanbang, who copied "The Wind Flying" in a grand manner, and published it in a small publication.

He just changed the names of the protagonists and supporting roles, and the rest didn't say anything about the plot, but he didn't bother to change the sentences and paragraphs.

But it's almost exactly the same thing, and he actually said that it was from the historical data of the Nanbang nation, which is really infuriating.

Ah Qiang is also a temperamental editor, and immediately wrote a comment to scold people, but unfortunately the other party's pen is harder than him, and he scolded him back, but Ah Qiang was stunned.

So he has been instigating Pei Wencong to start a scolding war with the other party, Pei Wencong's writing is very good, but he has been busy with business in the past few years, so he has been abandoned and shelved.

"Ah Qiang, the scolding war is also divided into levels, you Huo Renqiang and the surnamed Pu are on par with the scolding war, I, Pei Wencong, am a person from Kaipingzhi, but if I take care of him, I will surrender my identity."

Pei Wencong glanced at Ah Qiang with disdain, and raised his chin proudly.

Ah Qiang suddenly looked a little anxious, and replied with the same disdain: "Why is your level higher than mine?" Is there a high or low between people? Don't forget your Mercedes-Benz or the second-hand I bought for you, what's the point of pride? ”

"A level of peace is a level of peace, and a second-hand level of peace is also a level of peace."

Pei Wencong smiled contemptuously, he didn't feel ashamed at all, isn't a second-hand Mercedes-Benz a luxury car? And I still have a Rolex on my arm! You Ah Qiang is not even too lazy to cut his hair, at the same level as me?

"You just slammed the door and said that you would give us a wage increase, but it hasn't risen for three months, but the Rolex with the façade has bought it.

Don't think I don't know that you have secretly saved money, and we give you your life every day, but you treat us like this"

Ah Qiang snorted and threw away his work, and he was about to have a good quarrel with Pei Wencong.

He has been following Pei Wencong for many years, and no matter how hard and tired he is, he has no complaints, but it is not the relationship between ordinary bosses and employees, and there is no psychological pressure when they quarrel.

"I'm the boss, do I have to get your consent to spend money and save money?"

Pei Wencong was also a little annoyed and angry, he did save a sum of money and didn't move, but it was 20% of Li Ye's, being a man. Be trustworthy.

Amin smiled and made a cup of coffee and stood aside to watch the excitement, but just after two sips, the old fax machine in the office creaked.

"Don't argue, don't argue, the fax from the book union sales is here."

Whether it was the angry Ah Qiang or the proud and ostentatious Pei Wencong, they all ran to the side of the fax machine, looking at the paper spit out in the fax machine, nervous.

Everyone in the industry understands the importance of this data too well.

Before he finished spitting out a sub-account reconciliation table, Ah Qiang looked at the numbers on it and was stunned.

He couldn't help but say, "How can this be so much?" Is there a financial mistake in the sales of book clubs? ”

Amin said happily: "How can the finances of the book club sales be wrong? They are at least graduates of the University of Hong Kong. This is the money that our company deserves. ”

"But there shouldn't be so many, right? That's more than last month. Oops! ”

Cuong felt the back of his head suddenly hurt hotly.

Looking back, Pei Wencong was holding a thick magazine in his hand, obviously angry, grabbed what he had at hand and smashed it down.

"Can you bastard without a crow's mouth? If you say another nonsense, I will deduct three months' salary from you and make you eat white rice all day. ”

In this place on Hong Kong Island, superstition is rampant, and everything is done to please a lottery, Ah Qiang subconsciously talked to himself, and committed Pei Wencong's taboo.

Ah Qiang also knew that he was at a loss, so he simply gave up the position in front of the fax machine and went to draw his own cartoons angrily.

Amin and Pei Wencong looked at the fax machine silently, waiting for the report to be transmitted.

But today's report is completely different from the previous one, and it has been squeaking for a long time.

Looking at several dense data reports, Amin also looked at Pei Wencong in shock.

Pei Wencong closed his eyes, raised his head and turned his face to the ceiling, and said after a long time: "It should be that overseas sales have exploded, and the sales in Malay, Lion City and the east of the Strait have far exceeded our expectations." ”

Amin was a little unconvinced, after all, only a few well-known writers had a great reputation in the surrounding Chinese-speaking areas, and could call on readers to pay for it.

The seven-inch blade has just made its mark on Hong Kong Island, and many places haven't heard of his name yet!

Finally, Amin couldn't help but ask, "Why?" ”

"Because of identity, the recognition of the civilization of planting flowers."

Amin seemed to see a strange halo on Pei Wencong's face.

"The Lion City, Malay, Hong Kong Island. These places, although far from the mainland, are more prosperous, more advanced, and more enlightened than them today.

But it is undeniable to all of us that we are from the same origin and have the same civilization ancestor.

No matter which flag you stand under to swear an oath and sing the national anthem, you agree with the special color of your skin, eyes, and hair from the bottom of your heart.

Even if some people quibble, these characteristics are bloodline marks that can never be erased. ”

Amin frowned and thought for a long time, shook his head and asked, "But what does this have to do with the big sale of "The Wind Flying"?" ”

Pei Wencong smiled and said, "Amin, do you know what Mu Qiang is?" ”

Amin sneered and said, "Mu Qiang, it's women who envy men!" As women, we all hope that a strong man will protect us from the wind and rain. ”

"More than that, Mu Qiang is all the weak, and he is in awe and envy of the strong."

Pei Wencong stretched out his finger and pointed to the north, and said sincerely: "When I was in college, I came into contact with some things that were not in textbooks.

In the past few thousand years, no matter how many dynasties have changed in the mainland, it has always had a strong ruling power and influence on the land of East Asia.

Everyone within 20,000 miles of the north and south must bow down to the dynasty in the north, and they are all influenced by their culture.

The height of the roof of the Nanbang Palace must be limited by the mainland dynasty, and you dare not raise it more than a centimeter, do you dare to believe it? ”

Pei Wencong smiled and continued: "The mainland has weakened recently, but how can the influence of thousands of years of history disappear? ”

"As long as there is a place where Chinese is spoken, this kind of identification with history, ancestors, and strong people will never become extinct.

The strong Tang Dynasty described in "The Wind is Flying" has quietly and quietly conquered this land again! ”

"In the future, there is no need to worry," Pei Wencong chuckled again, and said: "If those authors don't agree wholeheartedly in their hearts, they won't be able to write works like "Shuofeng Feiyang", and they will eventually fall behind. ”

。。。。。。

At half past four in the afternoon, Pei Wencong stayed by the telephone of the publishing house, doing nothing.

This is the routine call time he agreed with Li Ye, and they will talk once a week to exchange mutual information and needs.

If there is no call this week, then Li Ye has no urgent needs, and he will postpone it until next week.

This made Pei Wencong a little passive, if there was really something urgent, he would either go through the Blue Ocean Publishing House, or he would have to wait for Li Ye to call.

After a period of contact, Pei Wencong changed his original opinion.

Although Blue Ocean Publishing House attaches great importance to Pei Wencong, their style of action is too conservative and there are many rules and regulations, but it is this seven-inch blade that gradually gets up with Pei Wencong.

"Jingle Bell~"

The phone rang on time, Pei Wencong grabbed the microphone and heard a familiar voice.

"The phone may be dropped at any time, I'll make a long story short," Li Ye said smoothly: "First, you buy me some of the latest books and magazines in finance and economics, and forward them to me through Blue Ocean Press." ”

"Second, there may be a "Lonely Army" submitted to your publishing house in the near future, and you should arrange for the publication of the serialization as soon as possible."

"Third."

Pei Wencong patiently listened to Li Ye's speech, and then quickly expressed his anxiety: "Mr. Li, the situation I told you last time has become more and more serious recently.

I haven't received your follow-up manuscript yet, so I wonder if there's anything new in terms of plot? ”

Li Ye said: "In this case, do you think that you can squeeze your opponent to death just by relying on a wonderful plot?" ”

Pei Wencong said with some shame: "I know I know, I will increase marketing efforts, I just got this month's sales report, there should be some surplus."

"No, no means of propaganda can compare to the diligence of the author,"

Li Ye said coldly: "I sent you a manuscript of 200,000 words, whether you have a supplement or a single book, the amount is full, and I will roll them to death." ”

"A lot of tubes? Roll to death"

Pei Wencong was a little incomprehensible, and felt that what Li Ye said seemed to be eating.

[Does this seven-inch blade like to eat burritos? In the north, there seems to be pancake rolls with green onions. 】

Pei Wencong asked tentatively, "Mr. Li, if I understand correctly, do you mean to kill them?" ”

"Yes, you understand it right, it's to kill them."

(End of chapter)