Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

It’s starting to get bright, cocks are crowing and dogs are barking outside the window, and Professor Shen is singing Peking Opera again downstairs:

The palace of gods in heaven,

The home of the human prime minister.

If you want to be truly rich,

Unless the emperor’s family…

…

Although Professor Shen is now corroded by the heat of Qigong and has been stunned by a group of old men. But her singing skills in Peking Opera are still very good. I think she was also a charming woman when she was young.

After staying up all night, Zhang Xuan put his pen aside and yawned, feeling a little sleepy.

Although I was very sleepy, the harvest from this night was also great.

With a hard heart, I wrote nearly 5,700 words, and also polished it carefully.

Stretching again, he couldn't help but think of Lao Jia. It is said that the 300,000-word "Abandoned Capital" took only one month to write the first draft, and he wrote more than 10,000 words by hand in one day.

The revision process took less than half a year.

I don’t know how he did it, he’s such a goddamn man!

At this point, Zhang Xuan still admires him.

"You've been up all night again."

Just when Zhang Xuan was staring at the flock of birds outside the window in a daze, Du Shuangling opened the door and came in. She came over and hugged him, with a distressed look on her face.

Zhang Xuan squeezed the person in his arms tightly with his backhand, lowered his head and asked in his ear: "Did you wait too long in bed last night?"

"Virtue~"

Du Shuangling took a picture of him and then asked: "What would you like to eat for breakfast?"

Zhang Xuan said neatly: "I haven't eaten siomai for a long time. I want to eat siomai. I want three. I also want a cup of tofu curd, more sugar, and a fried dough stick."

"Okay, I'll buy it now. You wash up first."

"Um."

Du Shuangling let go of him and left. Went to the south gate with Wen Hui and Zou Qingzhu upstairs.

Today is April 1st, the day when the physical book of "Feng Sheng" will be launched.

Zhang Xuan, who had been open-minded a few days ago, was inexplicably nervous today.

"White Deer Plain" sold more than 600,000 copies last year.

"Abandoned Capital" sold 2 million copies of the original version in a year, and it is said that the pirated version sold at least 4 million copies.

Thinking about the huge sales data of these two books, Zhang Xuan was in a daze under the shower.

His motherfucking bullshit has been blown out. If he is slapped in the face in the end, if the "wind" fails to sell it to others. Not even close...

Then how will I see people in the future?

Wouldn’t it then become a joke for a genius writer to receive a million-dollar commission?

Pooh! It's all Tao Ge's fault.

The old man shamelessly began to shirk responsibility.

He was thinking: If he really had never sold anyone else, he would have to force Tao Ge to release the interview records to clear his name.

As for whether her face is important, it is definitely not as important as her own. If you want me to call you "Sister", what will happen if you don't pay for it?

Haven't you noticed that Ouyang Yong hasn't even heard of "brother-in-law" yet?

I took a shower quickly, washed my hair quickly, and came back from breakfast quickly.

Zhang Xuan was eating siomai while listening to Du Shuangling and Zou Qingzhu discuss the comments in the newspaper.

Finally, I couldn't help but ask Wen Hui, who was watching the "wind" next to me: "Comrade Wen Hui, how is my writing level?"

Hearing this, Wen Hui put down the book and looked at him. She smiled brightly, pouted her little mouth, and retracted her head behind the book. Silent.

Not hearing the compliments, Zhang Xuan muttered: "Hey! I'm just asking nonsense. What can you, a little girl, understand?"

Wen Hui, who was behind the book, showed some dimples, pretending not to hear, and continued reading.

Yes, this is a mute.

Zhang Xuan, who was worried, immediately changed his target and asked Zou Qingzhu: "Comrade Qingzhu, what level of writer do you think I am now?"

Zou Qingzhu half-turned around, ignoring his wink, and said seriously: "Don't you only have a sample magazine? Wen Hui is reading it now, and I haven't read it yet."

"I!…"

Zhang Xuan was furious, "You haven't read the book, so why are you following Shuangling and criticizing others?"

Zou Qingzhu said sternly: "This is called political correctness, commonly known as hugging one's thighs."

"..."

Zhang Xuan didn't want to talk to her anymore. He finished the siomai in two mouthfuls, sucked the tofu pudding, washed his hands and went back to the bedroom.

After I fell asleep, I didn't care about the flood outside.

The book is selling well, let’s wait until we wake up.

He had been up all night last night and had a deep sleep this time. If Du Shuangling hadn't woken him up in the middle of the night, Zhang Xuan would still be able to sleep.

Struggling to open his eyes, Zhang Xuan asked in a daze: "What time is it?"

Du Shuangling answered fluently: "It's still more than 10 minutes until 1 o'clock."

Then, without waiting for Zhang Xuan to roll his eyes, she said apologetically: "Sister Tao called me before and hung up after learning that you were sleeping. She called again just now and said she would call back in 15 minutes."

Zhang Xuan was surprised: "Sister Tao, Sister Tao, you just called me Shangjie?"

Du Shuangling replied with a smile: "She asked me to call her sister from now on on the phone, so I did."

Zhang Xuan said dissatisfied: "They say if you marry a chicken, follow the chicken, if you marry a dog, follow the dog. Why don't you learn from me? How can you say it easily without any benefit?"

Du Shuangling smiled and said, "Sister Tao took the wife route, and I did it for your own good."

Zhang Xuan was stunned and looked her up and down for a while: "Madam's route? Do you know what Madam does?"

Du Shuangling's face suddenly became hot. She grabbed the clothes on the bed and threw them on him, then happily walked out of the room.

After washing up, I ate a bowl of beef noodles brought down from upstairs by Comrade Shuangling. Tao Ge's call didn't come, but Yuan Lan's call came.

Yuan Lan asked: "Is your book going to be on the market today?"

Zhang Xuan replied: "My dear, did you see it in the newspaper?"

Yuan Lan said: "It's not in the newspaper. When I passed by Xinhua Bookstore just now, I happened to see someone queuing up to buy your new book, so I got out of the car and bought one.

Guess how long it took me to queue? "

Zhang Xuan thought for a while and guessed: "10 minutes?"

Yuan Lan smiled and said: "It seems that you are very confident in yourself. On such an important day, you don't even come to the scene to check out the situation."

Zhang Xuan laughed and said, "Come on, if you want to say that I'm just a salty fish, just say so. What's the relationship between the two of us? Don't show mercy to me."

He was curious: "How long did it take you?"

Yuan Lan said: "I deliberately calculated the time, 23 minutes. And if I arrive five minutes late, I won't be able to buy it."

Zhang Xuan was shocked, "Is it so popular?"

"Yes, Xinhua Bookstore is out of stock."

At this point, Yuan Lan congratulated and said: "Congratulations, great writer. Once you become famous, your name will be known all over the world. From now on, your name will be a golden sign."

Zhang Xuanle said cheerfully: "Well, then can I come to your place to eat and drink with this name?"

Yuan Lan said seriously: "Yes, of course, it's free for life."

Zhang Xuan joked: "Oh, I'm a little flattered. With my fame, I can get it for free for life. It's like shopping in ancient times."

Yuan Lan answered: "It's a brothel, right? But the bars I open are all Qingqing bars, and there are no ladies.

If you like this tone, I can help you think of a solution. I have a sister whose figure, appearance, and academic qualifications are among the best in a thousand. She is currently studying in the United States. Can we sit down and chat with her someday? "

Zhang Xuan asked smoothly: "Sister?"

Yuan Lan said: "Dear, I have the same father and mother."

Zhang Xuan's eyes were wide open and he couldn't believe it: "You are such a sister?"

Yuan Lan did not refute: "This is called keeping the money from outsiders. Of course, for a young talent like you, I have to be my own sister."

Zhang Xuan glanced at the surroundings and said, "Yuan Lan, I'm convinced! You're so damn willing."

Yuan Lan said proudly: "This is called being reluctant to let go of your children and not being able to trap the wolf. You can't even look down on ordinary vulgar fans."

Zhang Xuan, "..."

Seeing that he was choked with words, Yuan Lan changed the subject at the right time: "When are you free? You promised to get together with me years ago, and two months have passed in a flash."

Zhang Xuan patted his forehead and said, "Yes, it's my fault. Look at my memory, I even forgot about this matter at my grandma's house.

How about just a few days? In a few days, I will finish my work and come to apologize in person. "

Yuan Lan achieved his goal and said: "Today is your special day, you should be very busy. Then I won't waste your time and hang up. I'll meet you another day and talk to you about something."

"Okay, hang up."

Zhang Xuan was in a good mood after putting the receiver back in place. He didn't expect that the new book was so impressive that it was sold out.

This is something he never dared to think about before. The propaganda of People's Literature is so powerful!

The call was a bit long and his mouth was dry. Zhang Xuan stood up and poured himself a cup of hot tea.

I took a sip and walked around the room, but didn't find the two actors. It took me a while to remember that today is Wednesday, and this girl must have arrived in the classroom by now.

After drinking a cup of tea, while Zhang Xuan was staring at the phone on the coffee table, the phone on the coffee table rang.

No need to guess who it is.

Picking up, a voice came from over there.

"wake up?"

"Um."

Tao Ge asked: "Have you had lunch?"

Zhang Xuan lied as soon as he opened his mouth: "I'm not in the mood, I'm waiting for your news."

Tao Ge said with a smile: "Then you can have a good meal."

Zhang Xuanming knew what was going on and asked, "Is it selling well?"

Tao Ge said: “The market response has been good, better than you think.

Before 10 o'clock this morning, all Xinhua bookstores in Beijing and Shanghai were selling Xinhua.

Just an hour ago, your Xinhua Bookstore in Yangcheng also called to urge the goods.

So far, the country has been completely out of stock.

As for the major Xinhua bookstores in Beijing, people driving their cars and carrying large amounts of cash are blocking the entrance of the publishing houses. "

Out of stock across the country?

Carry cash while driving to block the door?

Zhang Xuanren was stunned!

It's like listening to stories in a dream, listening to other people's stories in a dream.

When did you dream about yourself?

Through Yuan Lan's phone call, he knew that the book was selling well, but he never thought it would be selling so well!

This grand occasion was achieved last year in "Abandoned Capital".

We just opened today and you did it yourself?

70,000 copies of the book were sold out as soon as it opened...

ox! So fucking awesome!

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Tao Ge asked, "Still listening?"

Zhang Xuan said hurriedly: "I'm listening."

Tao Ge joked: "I thought you were stupid."

Zhang Xuan said honestly: "If this continues, I will almost become stupid."

Then he asked urgently: "Have you added a second printing?"

Tao Ge said: "Don't worry, we are fully prepared. The workers and machines are running smoothly."

Zhang Xuan asked: "How much more will be printed this time?"

Tao Ge was in a good mood and asked, "Guess what?"

Zhang Xuan said: "I am a big-name writer now, and I don't want to guess."

Tao Ge threatened: "That sister is dead."

"No, I guess."

Zhang Xuan surrendered instantly: "Do you have 500,000 copies?"

Tao Ge, "..."

Zhang Xuan frowned, "Such a big publishing house, so lacking in courage?"

Tao Ge, "..."

Zhang Xuan raised his voice and asked, "How much is it?"

Tao Ge finally spoke this time: "300,000 copies. According to the new round of bookings from Xinhua Bookstores across the country, it is currently planned to print an additional 300,000 copies.

Just half an hour ago, 23,000 additional printed books were sent to major Xinhua bookstores in the capital. "

"Only 300,000 copies?"

It did not meet expectations, and Zhang Xuan said resentfully: ""Waste Capital" sold 2 million copies last year, which is not even counting the majority of piracy. If you don't make adequate preparations, piracy will get ahead of you..."

Tao Ge explained: “We have considered everything you said, but we have to act according to market conditions.

But don't worry too much. At present, the publishing house has suspended the printing of other physical books and is focusing its efforts on ensuring the supply of "Winds".

At the same time, the publicity campaign has also begun to be rolled out in major provincial and municipal cities across the country. It is expected that sales data will usher in explosive growth in the next month. "

Alas, I still don’t have the courage! Zhang Xuan sighed silently in his heart.

But then he can understand this situation. How long has it been since the reform and opening up in China? How long will it take for the market economy to open up?

The power of a large unit like People's Literature is in the hands of the older generation, and their ideas are inevitably somewhat conservative.

But these days, no less than in later generations, publishing houses have a single book distribution channel, namely Xinhua Bookstore, which to a great extent restricts the hands and feet of major publishing houses. Any decision must be based on the needs of Xinhua Bookstore.

But having said that, as a fledgling, if the 300,000 copies he printed could be sold out within a month, he would be satisfied.

His short-term goal is to surpass the 600,000 copies of "White Deer Plain".

As for the long-term goal, of course it is to surpass the "Abandoned City".

But long-term goals are really difficult. The "Abandoned Capital" that can sell 12 million copies of pirated books in two years is not easy to surpass.

But as a human being, who doesn’t have some dreams?

This phone call took a long time, but Zhang Xuan felt very comfortable.

After ending the call, the old man couldn't help himself and ran straight to the first floor. He shouted before he even entered the door:

"Lao Deng! Lao Deng! I haven't had a drink with you for two months. Do you have anything to drink today? I want to get drunk today."

Deng Daqing was writing an academic paper at this time. When he saw him coming uninvited, he adjusted his glasses with his fingers and asked, "You are so happy. Did you encounter something happy today?"

Zhang Xuan sat down and nodded vigorously with a smile on his face.

Lao Deng tilted his head and looked at him for a long time, with a somewhat surprised look on his face: "Don't you already have a net worth of 40 million?"

Zhang Xuan blinked and said jokingly: "What, are you scared?"

Lao Deng shook his head, "Afraid? Sooner or later, I will take that step. I, Lao Deng, have nothing to be afraid of. It's just that I'm not ready yet."

Zhang Xuan asked: "How long do you have to prepare?"

Lao Deng thought for a while and said: "At least I have to finish this semester. A person must have a beginning and an end. I want this class of students to graduate."

Zhang Xuan nodded and then asked, "Have you had anything to drink today?"

Lao Deng looked at him, "Have you thought about it?"

Zhang Xuan replied: "Think about it."

"Can you get drunk?"

"Can get drunk!"

"Okay." After saying that, Lao Deng arranged the things on the table, then stood up and said, "You are so thoughtful today, then I will take you somewhere."

Zhang Xuan got up and went out, curiously asking: "Where are you going?"

Lao Deng locked the door and said, "Do you still remember Qian Shili?"

"Remember, go to him?"

"If we want to eat and drink well without paying, we have to go there."