At this moment, Chen Zhao from the brand library walked into the office, still holding a black round object in his hand.

He put the black object in his hand on the table:

"Let's claim it, if it's a pet turtle from your department."

Dr. Xia looked at the "Jiayin" who was still basking in the sun in the turtle tank, and then at the little black turtle, and finally called out its name:

"Big Selling ???"

Lao Shi raised his head from the map: "Where did you find it?" ”

Chen Zhao said: "The "History of Nuclear Leakage" of our brand book was ready to be printed, and it was found in the sewer at the entrance of the printing department. ”

Zuo Youyou thought about the location for a while, the printing department is two floors upstairs, and this little turtle can really climb.

Dr. Xia reached out, picked up the little turtle "big sale", threw it into the turtle tank, and "sealed" the little turtle as a companion:

"It's okay now, the family just wants to be neat, print and sell, and the inventory is gone!"

Chen Zhao put his phone aside, revealing a hot search bar on it.

Zuo Youyou's eyes were sharp, and he saw the third article in the hot search column that read-

#国学大师季之林长期潜水豆瓣#

Zuo Youyou immediately took out his mobile phone and quickly clicked in to see that it was full of video clips of Ji Zhilin's interview with the media in the afternoon, and various hot topics emerged one after another:

"Ji Zhilin was reported as a liar"

"Ji Zhilin is actually a senior Douban goose"

"Ji Zhilin: Internet Expert VS Master of Chinese Studies"

"Dig deep into Douban, and finally dig out the large ID of Ji Zhilin"

On the other side, Chen Zhao was still chatting with Dr. Xia: "When our "History of Nuclear Leakage" is on the shelves, please help and publicize it more." ”

Dr. Xia asked, "How many did you print?" ”

Chen Zhao said: "Not much, 20,000 copies. After all, it is a niche history, and the audience is relatively accurate. ”

Dr. Xia comforted him: "It's already okay, Director Huang of the distribution department is an old picker, and if he can ask him to nod and print 20,000 copies for you, it means that this book is very good." ”

Chen Zhao's face changed, and he winked at Dr. Xia frantically.

Dr. Xia turned around and saw from a distance that Director Huang of the distribution department, whom she called Lao Picker, was Shi Shiran coming down from upstairs.

The distribution department, a department responsible for selling books for Huaxia Shulin, is responsible for using reality to shatter the romantic dreams of Wenqing editors. No matter how fanciful the editor blows his topic, Director Huang will use a few gentle knives to split the Wenqing editor into several paragraphs.

Director Huang is a native of Guangdong, and when he speaks Mandarin, he has the gentle attribute of the Cantonese vernacular in his accent, commonly known as the gentle knife:

"You can make money~"

"There is funding~"

"I can't make money~ I don't have funding~ You still want to print 100,000 copies? It's enough to print 500 copies~"

In a sense, the distribution department is the lifeblood of the editor. After all, no matter how good a book is, it makes no sense to pile it up in the warehouse and no one reads it.

Dr. Xia's biggest fear is to be on the line with Director Huang, and when she saw Director Huang, her attitude immediately turned 180 degrees, and she didn't scream "picking" anymore, her attitude was enthusiastic and sincere:

"Rhubarb! I haven't seen you for a long time, why don't you come down to chat? ”

Director Huang had a wooden skewer on his wrist, he sighed, and slowly began to coil the skewers:

"Money~No money~I want to sell books to make money~"

In the past, Zuo Youyou looked at the Huaxia Shulin far away in the clouds, and he had a stereotype, thinking that it was a group of high-minded intellectuals.

After I joined the company, I realized that the most common sentence of this group of intellectuals every day was:

"Money? Rich? Where is the money? ”

Whether you are a hero or a bear, you can't help but be short of breath for the yellow and white things.

Dr. Xia is obviously the one who is short of breath as well. She knew right away what he was going to say next. As soon as I was about to run, I heard Director Huang say the words that he had to say every day:

"If you editors think about whether it will sell well or not when planning the topic~I won't be so tired~"

Dr. Xia and Lao Shi made a "again" expression in unison, and listened to Director Huang's turn:

"It would be great if everyone could be as marketing-minded as Editor Zuo~~"

What?

Zuo Youyou pointed at himself with a question mark on his face.

Director Huang handed a list to Zuo Youyou: "Oh~ 50,000 copies of your book will be printed~ remember to use the new version of the cover~"

After speaking, no matter how big a thunder he lost, he turned around in a chic manner and walked away lightly.

Chen Zhao was the first to scream: "Fifty thousand copies? ”

"You are ancient books! Shouldn't ancient books be purchased by the corresponding library? What ancient books can go to the market and sell 50,000 copies? Are today's readers so hardcore? How can there be more books than our brand? ”

"Damn, I'm so jealous."

No one could answer this question.

Chen Zhaozuo looked and looked, jealous and lost: "No, I can't stay here, I can't accept it psychologically." With that, he hung his head and walked away.

The remaining few people, including Zuo Youyou, were stupidly at the scene with the big thunder thrown by Director Huang, not only happy, but also faintly cowardly.

Excited, but afraid to move:

"50,000 copies?"

"From a dead book to an additional 50,000 copies, is this a big step? Can it be sold? ”

Zuo Youyou called Bai Xinshu as soon as possible: "Boss, Director Huang asked me to print 50,000 copies, do you think it's a bit much?" ”

Bai Xinshu's voice sounded outside the door: "Yin, I'll take care of it for you." ”

Zuo Youyou turned his head and immediately looked over involuntarily.

Bai Xinshu had an important meeting today, wearing a full suit and gray glasses, serious and ascetic.

An almost black charcoal-gray blazer with a cool white shirt underneath. The dark blue tie tightly tied the collar of the white shirt and was hooped under the Adam's apple. At this moment, he was unbuttoning his suit, and his blazer was open, making his legs look particularly long.

He walked into the room, took off his charcoal-gray blazer, and grabbed it in his hands.

The white shirt inside was a little wrinkled.

Handsome guys are gravity. Zuo Youyou's eyes fell on the Bai Xin tree for a long time, unable to extricate himself. Bai Xinshu was stared at by her for a long time, and coughed embarrassedly.

Zuo Youyou seemed to wake up from a dream, his whole face was red, and he wanted to get into the cracks in the ground. She quickly found the topic:

"You're coming back from a business trip?"

"Departure at 5:30 in the morning and round trip on the same day." Bai Xinshu's ears were also slightly red, and he turned his eyes, "I'm not important, let's talk about your business first—just print 50,000 copies, and seize the opportunity." ”

"Why is the boss so radical all of a sudden......"

"Look at the tenth hot search."

Several people came to Zuo Youyou's mobile phone and listened to Zuo Youyou read out:

"Ji Zhilin's recommendation of new books has become a new fashion of the national tide"

Lao Shi was dazed: "Tide? Does this cover have a dime to do with the tide? ”

Dr. Xia despised him: "You are so old-fashioned. Guochao refers to the national style and fashion. ”

Lao Shi didn't believe it: "Just that Republic of China newspaper cover, can you sell 50,000 books?" ”

Dr. Xia said: "A pair of shoes with a national tide tag can be sold for more than 1,000 yuan, how much money can a book have?" ”

Lao Shi Gu Ying felt sorry for himself: "Hey, who still reads now." ”