Reborn Cultural Empire

Yang Min didn't know how she got here these days, she felt like she was stepping on clouds even when she was walking.

One day at noon, when his son came back and pulled him to sign the contract, he was so excited that he didn't know what to say, and almost lost face in front of the fat leader of the publishing house, but when he thought that his son was really After turning those manuscripts into typefaces, I couldn't help but want to cry. This woman who didn't have much ambition felt that her life was not in vain.

But in the next few days, whenever she passed by the door of Xinhua Bookstore before going to work, and found that the stack of "Things in the Song Dynasty" placed in the most conspicuous position was rarely cared for, she couldn't help feeling panic-don't look at her. Usually he looks shrewd and pungent, but his essence is still an ordinary person who does not lose his simplicity. He always feels that if the book cannot be sold after receiving so much money from others, isn't it a scam?

Every time he sees his mother showing that the emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuchs are in a hurry, Yang Yi smiles. In this day and age, the book market is far from the concept of hype, and even some effective publicity methods in later generations are not very clear. Naturally, It is to be sold slowly, and this is not a one-off deal.

"Don't worry, tomorrow is the first Sunday of the official summer vacation, and then you will know how popular it is!" Yang Yi's words made Yang Min let go of his worries a little, so he didn't continue to criticize his son.She didn't even realize that since her son justified his name in front of the whole school a month ago, and now he published a book, the status of the family has improved a lot invisibly, and she can listen to many words.

……

The first weekend in July, as far back as 97, the various cram schools and training classes during the summer vacation are far from being as flooded as in later generations, and the place parents are most willing to take their children to is probably only Xinhua Bookstore up.

Xue Haiqing, the old principal of the No. [-] Middle School, was acting as the nanny and vacation teacher temporarily, and brought a grandson and a granddaughter to the Xinhua Bookstore.

"Lingzi, Teng'er, go over there to read, don't run away, grandpa will come to see you later." Grandson Xue Lingzi and granddaughter Song Teng'er are both in the fifth grade of primary school, but because of their family background, they are not like this. Children of this age group can't stop being so active, instead they trot towards the children's bookcase with ease.As for the old man, he usually spends some old books in the dust-sweeping shop next to the Xinhua Bookstore, and will not come back until dinner time to call his two grandchildren home together. This is the old practice of the three grandparents.

But today the old principal is sensitive to the weirdness. Although it is the weekend during the summer vacation, there are too many people, and they are all crowded in front of a bookshelf, and there is even a queue in front of the counter. to pay.

Old children, old children, like all the old people who come here to play with fun, Xue Haiqing also leaned over curiously. For an old intellectual who has worked in the main line of education all his life, he can disdain to watch other excitement. But if you don't check out the spectacle that is piled up in the bookstore, you may not have the heart to search for ancient books all morning.

"Why are you here? It's not a book you children read!" A mother was hurriedly led by her child to the bookshelf where the crowd gathered, with dissatisfaction on her face, but in this quiet place, In the atmosphere, it is not easy to open your voice to teach your children, so you have to lower your face and prepare to turn to the students' reading materials.

Her son, who seemed to be in junior high school, quit immediately, and there were more than [-] people around him, but they were all immersed in the almost sacred sense of tranquility in the world of books, and did not dare to show their usual playfulness. Sarai's trick is just to hum in a low voice, looking anxious to cry: "Mom, you read it before you read it. This is the book I read at Yang Yang's house. The teacher who gave Yang Yang a supplementary class said it. It's a good book." !"

Seeing her son grabbing one of the few remaining books and not wanting to let it go, the middle-aged mother was a little sullen, but could only pull it out helplessly: "What book is so beautiful, let me tell you , what Dragon Ball bought you last time, your father is still blaming me, don't think about me spending money on these luan messy things!"

Then he opened the book and casually flipped through two pages, but when he read it, he forgot his purpose, and subconsciously changed into a more comfortable posture, leaning against the bookshelf to read, sometimes with a serious face, and sometimes with a stern expression. An overjoyed smile.And his son also pulled out another copy early.

yo!Seeing the appearance of the mother and son, Xue Haiqing was even more curious. After seeing the cover of the book clearly, he also picked out one of the few remaining two or three books, and opened it carefully.

Once opened, the old man who has dealt with books all his life can no longer take his eyes off.

……

Today is Saturday, but for Jiang Jianmo, it is not too different from ordinary days, the only difference is that the office is changed to his home in the municipal party committee compound.

Standing up from the piles of documents, when I went to the living room, I found that the garbage bags in the wastebasket were full of garbage, and the nanny, Aunt Huang, was busy in the kitchen, arranging lunch for the children of several relatives and friends who came to play.So the secretary unscrewed the garbage bag and went out. He was very easy-going, and he didn't seem to be aloof.

Hurrying to and fro along the shade of the yulan tree, when I turned my head, I ran into Lao Chen in the office. This man was a transferred cadre from the army. Jiang Jianmo is also quite commendable for being able to discuss things fairly.

However, this serious and capable person on weekdays looked in a panic at this time. It seemed that the Rouge Tiger in his family had given some highest instructions, which made the secretary smile in his heart: "Old Chen, it's almost time to eat. go out?"

"Hey, that old lady at home!" When his wife was not in front of him, the man who retired from the army was very stiff: "Isn't it just a broken book? The boy at home saw it at a classmate's house, and when he came back, he wanted to buy it. This is not... how to say it is also for learning, can't you wrong the child!"

Jiang Jianmo was a little surprised. Old Chen's family was also a skinny monkey who stayed in the house all day long. Today, he was clamoring to buy books. This is not a big news in the municipal party committee compound!

So he asked curiously: "What book is so good? I will also buy a copy for my family."

"I heard from that kid what kind of history book it is, "The Story of the Song Dynasty" or something!" Lao Chen wiped the sweat from his brow, and laughed: "Anyway, why don't I buy it here? I'll give it to you." Murmur can also bring a copy."

Uh, the clerk who heard the title of the book froze for a moment, then smiled wryly in his heart, but declined: "That's not necessary, my family has read this book!"

I have indeed read it, maybe my daughter is the first reader of this book!However, although I expected that this book would be known and read by many people, I didn't expect it to be so fast.

Then I thought of that calm and introverted young man, shouldn't I be too wary of him?

When he got home, a group of children had already arrived at the dinner table, all waiting for him, and his daughter was obviously the focus of this group of children. The kid with two old friends, although he kept saying hello to himself, his eyes only looked at him. It's just a moment to leave that gentle and elegant girl.

This made Jiang Jianmo feel a trace of unparalleled pride, so he smiled and murmured to Jiang: "Mummu, your Uncle Chen's son actually likes to watch "Things in the Song Dynasty"."

This opened up the topic. The two or three boys present here did not dare to be too casual because of Jiang Jianmo. When the Secretary took the initiative to mention it, he immediately answered the conversation very expressively: "I know this book, it has just been published. I bought it right away, it’s really good, Jiang Nan, you can go and have a look.”

Another girl from a relative's family echoed: "Yes, my dad also said that this book is quite interesting."

And one of the boys in the lead seems to show his uniqueness, smiled and shook his head and said: "Really? But I think this book is just like that. It really doesn't look good to make a living by playing tricks. "At this moment, I completely forgot the kind of devotion I had when I first read this book.

Jiang Nan, who was not recruited in the slightest, frowned with a gentle smile. Although he returned to his decent appearance after a while, when he occasionally met the boy's earnest gaze, his eyes were obviously alienated.

The boy who didn't know where he was at this time, the only boy who had smoked with her in the dark blue twilight and listened to the wind and insects, the only boy who could share a little secret with her!There are also those miraculous changes that can be called earth-shaking that happened to him, and the clean face when he occasionally smiles to himself, constitute the reason for her to defend him at this moment.

"It's really superficial!" Jiang Jianmo went to the bathroom to wash his hands, so everyone present heard Jiang Nan's comment, and they were all terrified.

The steam rising from the food on the table was dense, which set off the stagnation of the surrounding atmosphere.

The boy who had previously proudly applauded his maverick suddenly changed his face, and looked at the girl opposite him with eyes full of disbelief.

Such a serious word, who heard Miss Jiang say it before?

……

"Those Things in the Song Dynasty" sold like crazy, and the editor-in-chief of Yuezhou People's Publishing House was going crazy, especially after hearing Gregory from the office say that the book was originally submitted to his own publishing house.

"Old Li! This matter..." The editor-in-chief hesitated, and the old master Li on the opposite side was the one who rejected the submission of this book, but his age and qualifications are all here, so he can't say too much Saying: "Why didn't you think about it more at the time? What's wrong with being young? Can't you write a book when you are young?"

"Where is he young? His book is obviously not serious!" To be honest, the old man felt a little regretful, but this kind of old man is the most rigid at first, and secondly, he wants to save face. How can he admit that he left in front of everyone in the unit? squinted.

"Why is it called unscrupulous? An old comrade-in-arms of mine, from the Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee, praised this book to me all day long, and said that many leaders bought this book for their children, and that their leaders also read unscrupulous books? "The editor-in-chief was in a hurry, and he really wanted to nibble on the old man.

"Leaders won't make mistakes? Leaders..."

Old man Li was still stubborn, and the editor-in-chief who was originally planning to say a few words to relieve his anger suddenly became angry: "Do you always feel that the work of the publishing house is too tiring? I can approve you to take two months of leave!"

"When did I ask for a vacation? I am in good health, and I can work for another 20 years!" Old Master Li got up angrily: "We are People's Publishing House, not Money Publishing House!"

……

This dispute in the editor-in-chief's office has spread throughout the society at a very fast speed. Some people think that Mr. Li is relying on the old to sell the old, and people are waiting to see his jokes, but they don't know that the old man is in the Xinhua Bookstore at the moment, with a look of disdain and reluctance. I read "Song Dynasty" freely, and when the bookstore closed, I finally bought a copy unwillingly.