Wangu Publishing House, a large conference room, more than a dozen editors and editors-in-chief are there.

"I just got the news that the book by the great god author of Zero Point Literature has a first printing of 300,000 copies...... It's almost sold out. ”

Wan Shichang, editor-in-chief and owner of Wangu Publishing House, rubbed the teacup in his hand with both hands and said slowly.

"I remember they only started selling today, right? It's only one day, 300,000 sets? Just kidding, right? ”

"Editor-in-Chief Wan, are you sure it's 300,000 sets?"

The editors in the seats spoke.

They are all people in the same industry, how can they not know what the concept of 300,000 sets is.

Even if it is the current god authors, even if they bring their own fans, it is impossible to have 300,000 sets a day!

If this is really the case, if you go on for a month, you can't sell 3 million sets?

This is the great god, this is the supreme god!

"That's right, the news from the zero point, I also went to verify, and there is indeed not much left."

Wan Shichang sighed and said.

"Although there are reasons why a large number of Yangzhou people shot after the merger of Yangzhou, the books we also put on the shelves today did not get a little traffic bonus, and they still sold thousands of copies on the first day after publicity, which is too much."

In the office, all the editors leaned back in their chairs a little weakly when they heard this.

After a long time, some editors seemed to understand something and slowly stood up.

"Editor-in-chief, I ......"

The editor looked at Wan Shichang's black and white staggered hair, and he didn't know how to speak for a while.

"Say, it's okay, so many big storms have come, and now the people sitting together are their own people, and there is nothing to say."

Wan Shichang said to the editor with a smile on his face.

"Editor-in-chief, I have a mortgage and a child, I can't hold on." After the editor finished speaking, he didn't dare to look at Wan Shichang anymore, "I want to leave." ”

"Well, have you found your next home? When to report? ”

Wan Shichang didn't blame, and asked like an old friend.

“…… Sail literature, you can join at any time. ”

"It's good to sail literature, and I can meet some former colleagues over there." Wan Shichang smiled, "Then you go and print the resignation letter, and come to me after the meeting." ”

Hearing Wan Shichang say this, the middle-aged editor secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and left alone under the complicated eyes of the other editors.

The conference room, which was originally only 12 people, only walked away, but the atmosphere was a little different.

After a while, in Wan Shichang's silence, another old editor and two new editors proposed to resign.

Wan Shi Changdu agreed.

After waiting for a few more minutes, seeing that no one spoke again, Wan Shichang asked with a smile, "Is no one leaving?" ”

"Actually, it's okay, the situation of the publishing house, you are gone, it doesn't matter, stay here, I can only pay you a basic salary, and there is not much money for performance."

Wan Shichang's words silenced the rest of the people, but some people were angry!

"Lao Wan! What are you talking about? ”

An old editor about the same age as Wan Shichang slapped the table and stood up.

"Can we stay until now for your salary and performance?"

The old man said angrily.

"We're for the name Eternal! With this name, we will not forget how glorious the place we once stayed. ”

"Even if there is no one in the end, I don't want the name Eternal to disappear into history! At least not before I was buried in the ground! ”

After the old man finished speaking, he sat down in his chair angrily.

"Lao Wang is right! You're really not a thing! ”

"Phew!"

"How much money is missing you?"

Present, except for Chen Shuangxue and Li Xueqin, who are relatively young, the remaining 6 are either uncles or uncles.

The elder brothers' have all left just now.

Although Chen Shuangxue is not as old as others and has not stayed in the publishing house as long as they have been, her affection for the name 'Wangu' is not necessarily less than that of others.

As for Li Xueqin, she purely thinks that Wangu Publishing House is very Buddhist and suitable for her, anyway, she is not short of money, and she is already very happy to find such a working environment.

At this time, listening to other uncles, grandfathers and editors-in-chief turn from scolding to chatting, Li Xueqin was also relieved.

"Sister Xue, why do they have to scold the editor-in-chief every time before they ease the atmosphere!"

Li Xueqin asked a little puzzled.

“……”

Chen Shuangxue didn't know how to answer.

At this moment, her mobile phone suddenly rang.

Picking it up and taking a look, Chen Shuangxue's pupils suddenly shrank, and the original posture of holding the mobile phone in one hand quickly changed, becoming two hands holding it.

Although Li Xueqin next to her was surprised that Chen Shuangxue's news was so excited, she still didn't peep at the screen out of politeness.

But after the other 6 uncles finished arguing, only the sound of Chen Shuangxue's clicks remained in the entire conference room.

At first, a few people just glanced at each other, but as time passed, their attention was all on Chen Shuangxue.

What kind of person Chen Shuangxue is, they all know it after getting along for a few years.

Under normal circumstances, Chen Shuangxue basically doesn't play with her mobile phone, what's wrong today?

"Xiaoxue? If there's something you want to do first? ”

Wan Shichang saw Chen Shuangxue's busy appearance, and couldn't help but speak.

He understands Chen Shuangxue, and he can make her so busy regardless of the occasion, except for the author and family affairs, I am afraid that there is nothing else to do.

But Wan Shichang's words, Chen Shuangxue did not respond at all.

The sound of a clatter was still ringing.

"Ahem! Xueqin, you call Xiaoxue. ”

"Oh."

Only then did Li Xueqin react and pushed Chen Shuangxue with her hand.

"Sister Xue, stop talking, the editor-in-chief will talk to you."

"Huh?"

Chen Shuangxue came back to her senses at this time.

Turning his head and glancing at Li Xueqin, after understanding her words, he turned his gaze to Wan Shichang again.

"Xiaoxue, if you have something to do, go and get busy first, so is Xueqin, a few of us old things have nothing to do here, chatting and smoking."

Wan Shichang said with a smile.

"Oh."

Chen Shuangxue subconsciously stood up and was about to walk out, but she seemed to remember something and froze in place.

Li Xueqin didn't react, and hit Chen Shuangxue's back with a head.

Without waiting for her to complain, she saw Chen Shuangxue turn her body suddenly.

"Editor-in-chief, I was chatting with the author just now, he has a book and sent it to me, do you want to read it?"

Chen Shuangxue's eyes were very bright.

"Oh?" Wan Shichang just lit the cigarette, "Hehe, you send me an email, I'll go and see it after I smoke." ”

Wan Shichang said with a smile, got up and prepared to light a cigarette for the editor next to him.

"However, his name is Mu Linsen, Mu Linsen of "Ghost Blowing the Lamp"."

Bang, poof!

The lighter in Wan Shichang's hand was ignited, and a flame erupted from the air hole.

But at this time, whether it was the person who lit the cigarette or the person who was waiting to light the cigarette, their attention shifted from the flame to Chen Shuangxue's face.

"You say...... What's his name? What books have you written? ”

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(End of chapter)