Real people beat scumbags and snatch away sick girls

Mustache raised his arms and shouted at the two of them, his posture was like a believer of the Creator God.

"I'm going to print another [-] copies and sell them to key bookstores across the country!"

"I want to let the world know that the era of Teacher Zhen Jing is coming. Coming!"

"Readers, let's start roaring! Scream! Shout out! Let the world tremble! The sick girl will conquer you, and the sickly carnival is coming. I declare that this is the age of the sick—"

Bai Weiran: ... This guy is really sick.

Zhen Jing came over and whispered to Bai Weiran.

"Father God, although you always call me sick and delicate, I used to think you were right, but this is the first time I feel that someone is more sick than me—"

"... Well, in this world, everyone is sick."

But... Bai Weiran was puzzled when he heard the number.

"...Only [-] copies? How much?"

Huaxia's physical books sell 50 million or millions of copies at every turn.

Mustache's expression immediately turned cold, and he stroked his beard and made a sound.

"My good uncle, don't underestimate these [-] books. We don't have a large number of people who read books in this country. If we can sell [-] books in a season, they are all great authors. Our teacher Zhen Jing sold out within seven days. Five thousand copies!? Uncle, your niece is not just a genius, you are a genius on a rocket!!"

It's no wonder that he covets Zhen Jing, and his face looks either adulterous or stolen.

How can a sick girl have the fragrance of the God of Wealth?

I'm afraid he can't see what Zhen Jing looks like now in his eyes, it's all golden.

Xiao Huzi praised Zhen Jing fiercely, and at the same time, he vomited to death.

At that time, in order to save himself some expenses, he signed a harsh contract for Zhen Jing. If Zhen Jing could sell out all the first brushes within two weeks of listing, then his percentage of royalties paid for manuscript fees would be doubled compared with the normal situation, and the sales could not be sold out. , then it is cut in half compared to the general situation.

It is basically a gambling contract, signing this kind of contract for newcomers, if it sounds good, it is giving a chance, and if it sounds bad, it is bullying.

After all, with this kind of achievement, not one out of dozens of newcomers can come out.

It's just that there are still many people signing, human nature is easy to gamble, and they are full of confidence in themselves.

Who would have thought that the novel was not only a hit, but also sold out.

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo .

But the mustache man can bend and stretch, and if he has sales, he is a father, with a smile on his face, and he is attentive to inquiries.

"—Yeah! Teacher Zhen Jing has a new work? Then what are you waiting for? Others are not as good as ours. You must sign with ours. If you go to a big publishing house, you will be bullied and backstabbed by those old authors. Literati smell bad, like we don’t have this kind of problem.”

Bai Weiran thought: ... Indeed, Mustache smells like copper.

"I have also drawn up a new contract for Teacher Zhen Jing. I dare to say it out loud. There is no way in this industry to find better conditions than this. Come on, Teacher Zhen Jing, take a look and see for sure. satisfy!"

Mustache stuffed the contract and the brand-new pen into Zhen Jing's hands, smiling all over his face.

Zhen Jing hasn't watched it yet, but Bai Weiran has already taken it.

"Let me see."

"Look, uncle, don't be too polite, uncle is my father... no, it's my grandfather!"

The corner of Bai Weiran's mouth twitched.

"On what it feels like to let a man older than me call grandpa?" "

He frowned after reading a few.

"A treaty that binds people but not books? Is it tied to an ID card? For five years, buy out the output of all the authors? What kind of outrageous overlord clause are you talking about?"

Mustache rubbed his hands together and laughed.

"That's right, uncle, you may not understand the rules of our publishing industry, but all highly valued authors sign this kind of book tied with their ID card with the publishing house. After signing this kind of agreement, we will also give the author a guarantee , Teacher Zhen Jing doesn’t need to worry about the income during the window period between new and old books, and signing people, which means that our publishing house is your agent, and it must be wholeheartedly, giving the best resources to Teacher Zhen Jing.”

"Those authors who only want to sign books will have fewer resources. Teacher Zhen Jing is now in a period of career promotion that needs to be actively promoted. Uncle, you must understand that this is a very important time for her!"

The mustache made a painful statement about his interests, and what he said was so convincing that he almost cut his heart open for Bai Weiran to see.

Even when Bai Weiran was deep in thought, he directly took a computer and called Bai Weiran, saying that the royalty share given to Zhen Jing was so generous that it basically reduced the profits that their publishing house could collect to an extremely low level, and the big bonus was all given to her. Zhen Jing.

Bai Weiran observed the words and expressions, and saw that what Xiao Huzi said was not a lie.

but……

"Then change it!" He said, and under the stunned gaze of Mustache and Zhen Jing, he snapped his fingers and directly reduced the contract to ashes.

Mustache: ...! ?

"Change the signer into a signer, we don't accept the overlord clause of kidnapping people."

When the mustache heard this, his face fell down, pitifully.

"Uncle, there is no such reason. You want me to give such a good condition, and you only let me sign the book. You are forcing me to die! There are old and young in my family, and I rely on my small publishing house to make money every day. What! Uncle, if you eat meat, you can't even give us a sip of the soup!"

Money is the guts of a person, under the magic of money, Mustache can forget the fear of the desktop being split in two last time, and bluntly said that he is impatient with Bai Weiran.

"Don't worry, listen to me, don't worry yet." Bai Weiran said calmly.

"I didn't ask you to maintain the current royalty share."

"You need money to market her. If you can't make any money, where do you get the money to buy channels for the author, buy exposure, and do advertising and marketing? I'm not so stupid as to kill chickens to get eggs."

This is how business is done. When cutting the cake, you have to be reasonable and fair.

Only one party benefits, that is not called business, that is called robbery and plunder.

If the business is to end like this, the market will die sooner or later——

The little beard was in a panic, but he didn't dare to make a sound. Seeing that Bai Weiran waved his hand, the pen and paper on the table fell into his hands. Bai Weiran quickly wrote and calculated on the paper. In front of two people who usually only deal with words , showing off the ferocity of numerical planning.

Finally, he stopped writing, circled the last number, and handed it to Mustache.

"At this price, I think the signature is reasonable. If you have any questions, you can ask them now."

The mustache looked at the numbers and beamed with joy.

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"Uncle, walk slowly. Uncle, pay attention to your body. It's been cold recently. Uncle, remember to drink plenty of hot water." Mustache gave them a warning as he pushed the elevator for them, bowing at such a standard that Bai Weiran suspected that he had gone to the Neon Country to get it. scripture.

"Teacher Zhen Jing, walk slowly. Teacher Zhen Jing pays attention to your body. It's getting cold recently. Teacher Zhen Jing remember to drink plenty of hot water so that you can write healthy words every day."

The elevator came, Bai Weiran and Zhen Jing stepped into the elevator together, and Mustache was still standing at the door of the elevator with a sad expression on his face.

"Uncle, do you really need me to take you and Teacher Zhen Jing down? I can call a car for you, and I want to chat with Uncle a little more, a wise person like Uncle..."

"……roll!"

"Okay uncle, I'll roll right away Uncle, do you want me to roll forward, roll left, roll right... Oh, I understand what your eyes mean, I'll go and design a new book cover for Teacher Zhen Jing right away, We must give Teacher Zhen Jing the best treatment..."

The elevator doors closed, and Mustache's obsequious sounds stopped abruptly.

Zhen Jing was in the elevator, and suddenly burst out laughing, covering her mouth with her little hand.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I laughed at the godfather of the gods, you feel as uncomfortable as if you are about to vomit."

Although Bai Weiran's face cannot be seen, Zhen Jing's ability to observe words and expressions is still top-notch.

It can only be said that she is worthy of being a delicate person, and her psychological sensitivity is different from that of ordinary people.

Bai Weiran's tone was helpless, "If he continues to talk so sweetly, I'm going to puke."

I couldn't hide the murderous look in my eyes.

Don't mess with him, he is now a superman who can easily make people fly out of the building by raising his hand.

But the more you are in this state, the more important it is to control your temperament. It is true that the greater the power, the greater the responsibility.

Zhen Jing just laughed.

Through the mirror reflection of the elevator door, Bai Weiran noticed that her smile was different from before.

In the past, Zhen Jing would only lower her head, hide in a corner, embarrassed, shy and cautious, secretly laughing as if she was afraid of being noticed, but now she still covers her mouth, but she can hold her head up and smile.

Seeing her like this, my mood softened involuntarily.

It is full of a sense of accomplishment of cultivating the system.

At least, those words are also coded out by myself staring at her every night?

Readers should always be grateful for their own contributions, right?

"Congratulations, now you are a great writer."

The donkey of the production team, who was usually beaten by Bai Weiran with a whip, widened his eyes in shock.

"...Why are you so surprised? I'm not a devil, I will always praise you!"

Bai Weiran's reaction to her was funny.

Upon hearing this, Zhen Jing immediately changed back to the shy factory setting, tugging at the hem of her skirt.

"Because the godfather of the gods is the one who walked this journey with me, and I am so happy that so many people can agree that I once liked someone, godfather of the gods, thank you."

"Without you, the fact that I like the senior, and the fact that the senior lived, would not be recorded."

"I really didn't expect that simply recording the things I love can become so... so valuable."

Bai Weiran was silent for a while.

"Zhen Jing." He suddenly called out.

"Ok?"

"You are really amazing, I want to tell you that you are very talented, you don't have to think about whether you can be popular, because you are the market, others follow the market to create value, and you can create value for the market! "

Watching her grow up all the way, the heart is also ups and downs, and I am honored.

He made a fist and stretched straight forward.

Zhen Jing was stunned for a few seconds, she would feel relieved.

On many nights, when she was exhausted from writing, Bai Weiran would reach out to her like this.

They punch each other, like all comic book buddies do.

She smiled and held out her hand.

Coincidentally, the elevator door opened with a ding, and a group of office workers who had returned to the company from a business trip were standing at the door.

"........."

"…………"

When the two-dimensional blood collides with the three-dimensional reality, it is no different from a large-scale disaster scene where a dump truck collides.

You will not go to another world, you will only be sent to the morgue.

Zhen Jing covered her blushing face all the way home, unable to lift her head in front of Bai Weiran.

"I lost my life, woo hoo, I lost my life, godfather of the gods, I'm dead."

Bai Weiran: ...Indeed, if I was knocked down by someone in reality, I would feel ashamed.

But after Zhen Jing finished being a monster, she sat up strong again and went back to the computer to type.

"...But let me do it again, I still have to do that with the godfather." She stared at the screen, as if she was talking to the screen, but she was actually talking to Bai Weiran.

"Because, just like the fairy godfather said, I am awesome! No, it's us, awesome!!"

Bai Weiran smiled and said yes, took a step back amidst the sound of code words, walked through the wall, and left the room.

The day of separation from Zhen Jing should be coming soon.

But I felt very fulfilled and happy in my heart.

He was just about to leave this world when his phone suddenly vibrated and a message popped up.

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Today's update is two updates in one (*?▽｀)◇ゞ

Don't worry, brothers, the third volume of Mengmeng will appear

Chapter 14 She smiled sweetly at him (4K)