Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 569 Wealth Code
The sales of the cassette version of "Heroes" was somewhat beyond Liang Yuejin's expectations. He thought that so many radio stations and TV stations across the country were broadcasting this novel, so logically no one would buy it.

But I never thought that its sales curve walked out of a very beautiful reverse parabola, and the [-] sets of the first volume of "Heroes" cassettes were sold out in more than a month.

You know, a set of cassettes is seventeen discs!
A full 17 cassettes were sold out in more than a month. This is a novel, not a music album.

Liang Yuejin felt that he had mastered the wealth code, so he called He Ping and wanted to make all the copyrighted novels of the publishing house into audio versions.

"You're thinking about shit!" He Ping scolded him.

Liang Yuejin was puzzled: "Why not?"

"Do you think serious literature like "Lu Deshui" will have a listening market?"

Liang Yuejin thought for a while. It seems that the audience who listen to audio novels and storytelling are closer. These people are not interested in mainstream serious literature. If it is broadcast on the radio, they may listen to it. After all, it is free, but if you let They buy cassette tapes to listen to, and they probably won't kill them.

And those book fans who are originally the audience, they have books to read, why should they buy cassettes.

Liang Yuejin laughed at himself, he was really dazzled by the victory in front of him.

"It's as simple as I thought."

He Ping said on the phone: "It's not impossible to do this, but you have to pay attention to the method. You have to study and understand what the audience is interested in before you can prescribe the right medicine."

Liang Yuejin felt what He Ping said, it made sense.

Audiences of audio novels love storytelling and martial arts novels, and more precisely, they prefer popular literature.

Legendary Zhiguai, love and love, these are estimated to have an audience.

"Let me give you an example." He Ping said, "Have you read "An Embroidered Shoe"?"

"Then who hasn't read it! I read it in a manuscript before, and it was fascinating. Brother He Ping, you mean to adapt "An Embroidered Shoe" into a sound novel?"

"Yes, this kind of typical novel with suspense and horror atmosphere is presented in the form of sound, and the tension may be stronger than the image."

Liang Yuejin suddenly remembered that when he was a child living at his grandma’s house in the country, whenever he was not sleeping, his grandma would always tell him some weird stories. He was so frightened that he closed his eyes quickly and got into his grandma’s arms. , fell asleep after a while.

"Brother He Ping, you have a great idea!" Liang Yuejin shouted loudly.

He Ping was almost deafened by Liang Yuejin over the phone.

"Keep down, I almost deafened you." He Ping said angrily, "I'll give you another idea. Brother Zhenkai has a bunch of young men who play with pens, let them write a series Ghost stories, let’s call them “Chang Chen Tells Ghost Stories”. You don’t need to publish them after you finish writing them. You can bring them over and ask someone to record them on a cassette. When you release them, make up a few stories, for example, a college student secretly in the middle of the night. The dormitory was scared to death listening to "Zhang Zhen Tells Ghost Stories", or Zhang Zhen, the storyteller, was scared to death by himself when he recorded the cassette. A little more gimmicks, the sales should not be bad!"

Liang Yuejin held the microphone and his heart was surging. He Ping brother is really too strong, and he just said a golden idea.

He could even imagine that if a cassette like "Zhang Zhen Tells Ghost Stories" was released, coupled with true and false rumors, the sales would definitely not be bad.

This is the same as when they passed around "An Embroidered Shoe" and the manuscripts of those poems on the index finger when they were in school.

These are conveying a message to the audience.

Look now!If you don't look at it, you won't be able to see it anymore!
Books are gone!The authors are dead!

Liang Yuejin put down the phone confidently. It seemed that Universal Publishing had another source of income.

He Ping put down the phone and returned to the living room. The fourth part of "East Love" was playing on the TV. After the TV station of Liao Province finished broadcasting it once, it played it again at the request of the audience.

Mao Chunhua looked at the TV and asked casually: "Why did it take so long?"

"Tell Yuejin about the publishing house."

Xiao Zhu'er joked beside him, "Dad, why don't you ask Uncle Yuejin to bring me a set of "Heroes" when he comes back for the New Year!"

"I think you look like "Heroes"! Return a set? Do you know how many copies of that thing? Buy it yourself if you have money."

Xiao Zhu'er muttered: "It's not because of your black heart, you turned a good novel into dozens of cassettes, where can I afford it!"

"What about the pocket money I usually give you?" He Ping asked.

"I'm saving up!"

"What are you saving for? If you have money, buy it!"

Xiao Zhu'er shook her head, "I'm very useful!"

"What can you do?"

Xiao Zhu'er didn't speak, so there must be an ulterior secret.

He Ping tried to intimidate and lure him, but Xiao Zhuer refused to let go.

Mao Chunhua was fascinated by watching TV, and was disturbed by their father and son, "What's the trouble, let's go back to the house!"

The father and son shut up obediently and sat back on the sofa.

He Ping still wanted to try to silently knock on Xiao Zhu'er's mouth, but was interrupted by Mao Chunhua.

"He wants to buy a motorcycle!"

He Ping was taken aback, "You're quite courageous, you still want to buy a motorcycle?"

"I didn't say buy it now."

"Then when will you buy it?"

"Wait until I go to high school."

He Ping | Objected: "No way. The motorcycle is covered with iron, it's too dangerous."

Xiao Zhu'er said, "I'm sure I won't ride fast!"

"That doesn't work either. Children are neither serious nor serious. An accident with a motorcycle is fatal. You should put your mind to rest!" He Ping said stubbornly.

Xiao Zhu'er pouted, Mao Chunhua chimed in and said, "Xiao Zhu'er has shades, so he won't play around."

He Ping said angrily: "What's the difference? It's too late when something happens. You're used to it."

Mao Chunhua's face was displeased when He Ping slapped him.

He Ping hurried back to make amends, "I know you love your son, but how old is he, it's too dangerous to play motorcycles."

Mao Chunhua snorted coldly, "You are the only good person!"

He Ping glared at Xiao Zhu'er, "If you don't admit your mother's mistake, you will cause trouble one day!"

Xiao Zhuer:? ? ?

He Ping smiled flatteringly at Mao Chunhua: "You are a good mother. If it weren't for your care, we father and son would not have a good life now! Take a look at this child, the flesh on this face, isn't it You took good care of it all!"

As He Ping spoke, he patted Xiao Zhuer's head and pinched the flesh on his face.

Xiao Zhu'er was ashamed and let him manipulate her, because her father had a mouthful: "Pocket money!"

People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads!
After finally coaxing Mao Chunhua well, when he was going to bed at night, Mao Chunhua said to He Ping: "The child is grown up now, you have to worry about what he thinks, and you can't talk about it!"

"Understood, I will pay attention to the method in the future."

(End of this chapter)