Although it was just him and Lin Yuan eating together, Sun Yaohuo still ordered a table full of dishes. Even Lin Yuan couldn't stand it anymore:
"Don't order any more. You can't finish it."
Sun Yaohuo said with a smile: "Brother, please don't be polite to me. Do you want to drink?"
Lin Yuan shook his head.
Sun Yao said angrily, "Then we won't drink."
Lin Yuan nodded: "Waiter, two servings of rice, please."
Sun Yaohuo waved his hand and said, "I'm trying to lose weight recently and don't eat rice."
Lin Yuan said: "I ordered it for myself."
Sun Yaohuo: “…”
As soon as the rice came, Lin Yuan started eating and drinking, determined not to waste this feast.
Sun Yaohuo said with a smile: "Nutrition experts say that people who eat less are less likely to age. Junior brother, you should also eat more vegetables."
Lin Yuan looked at Sun Yaohuo seriously and said, "I have a friend who didn't eat for ten days. Later, he was always eighteen years old."
Sun Yaohuo: “…”
Lin Yuan frowned: "Isn't this joke funny?"
He thought he was humorous.
Sun Yaohuo was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Too funny, too funny, I am dying of laughter, hahahaha!"
Isn’t that too humble
The waiter looked at Sun Yaohuo strangely and understood for the first time the meaning of a forced smile.
"cough."
Laughed for a while.
Sun Yaohuo also lowered his head and ate silently.
In fact, he was just thinking about how to comfort Lin Yuan.
Because he couldn't tell that Lin Yuan was joking at all, and seeing Lin Yuan's serious expression, he thought that the other party really had a friend who had an accident because he hadn't eaten for too long...
"He who eats food is a hero."
After a few seconds, Lin Yuan asked, "Is it funny this time?"
Sun Yaohuo looked up blankly, then slapped his thigh with joy: “Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.”
That's right.
Lin Yuan suddenly remembered that there is no Three Kingdoms in this world, and naturally there is no such allusion as "a man of insight is a hero".
So what on earth is Sun Yaohuo laughing at
Lin Yuan looked at the other person with sympathy.
It seems that the senior has a low sense of humor.
So the two of them had a tacit understanding for the first time and started eating separately.
Halfway through the meal, Sun Yaohuo spoke again, trying to liven up the atmosphere: "I listened to your two recent songs, and I really liked them!"
Although he said this to liven up the atmosphere, Sun Yaohuo meant it sincerely.
When "Born Like Summer Flowers" became popular, while the company was discussing Xianyu, some people also said that Xianyu might have been lucky to write this song.
Influenced by this statement, Sun Yaohuo also once thought that Lin Yuan was in this situation.
As a result, he didn't expect that Lin Yuan wrote two more songs later, and both were extremely popular. This junior fellow student is simply a genius, and he was definitely lucky to meet him in the first place!
Lin Yuan said politely: "Thank you."
Sun Yaohuo smiled and said with some yearning: "I guess in the future, only the big-name singers in the company will be able to work with you, my junior. Now the lowest standard for working with you is someone like Zhao Yingge."
Lin Yuan shook his head: "Too expensive."
Sun Yaohuo was stunned: "What's too expensive?"
Lin Yuan said: "Don't you know? The big brands get very high commissions."
Sun Yaohuo was amused, thinking that Lin Yuan was joking again: "Could it be that Junior wants to keep cooperating with newcomers? The newcomers in the company would be too lucky. If I can cooperate with Junior, I would be willing not to participate in the profit sharing. I, Yaohuo, don't want a share!"
Want to be famous but not to get a share of the profits
Self-cultivation of a tool man!
Lin Yuan's eyes lit up: "Really?"
Sun Yaohuo increasingly recognized Lin Yuan's sense of humor: "Of course it's true, junior brother, please don't make fun of me. It's impossible for you to be interested in me at your level. But it doesn't matter. Junior brother, I'm already very grateful for helping me debut. Now I'm doing well thanks to you. Although I'm not a big star, I can still run announcements from time to time."
"Senior."
Lin Yuan looked at Sun Yaohuo again: "Does your vocal range have three octaves?"
"ah?"
Sun Yaohuo said: "My comfort zone is between d2 and a4, my true mixing range is c2 to c5, and my highest falsetto is currently a5."
Lin Yuan thought for a moment, "That's enough."
Sun Yaohuo was stunned: "What do you mean enough?"
"Nothing, let's eat." Lin Yuan said.
It’s not time yet, he needs to wait a while before releasing new songs.
However, Senior Sun Yaohuo can be the tool man for "Red Rose" as his timbre and vocal range have met Lin Yuan's requirements.
Of course, this is not the decisive factor.
…
A few days later, Silver Blue Library.
The editor-in-chief looked at Yang Feng and said, "I've read the Prince of Tennis you handed me. To be honest, it's very well written. Both the character creation and the writing style are very sophisticated. It's so sophisticated that it hardly looks like a newcomer. The only problem is that the audience for this subject is too narrow!"
“But it’s new enough.”
Yang Feng argued: "From the 100,000-word plot and the outline sent by the author, it feels like it will be a good story. Perhaps readers want to change their taste recently. After all, the themes on the market are already very homogeneous, and readers are bound to get aesthetic fatigue."
"Old Shen, what do you think?"
The editor-in-chief looked to the deputy editor-in-chief on his right.
The deputy editor-in-chief pondered and said, "Because the subject matter is too unpopular, I am not optimistic about "Prince of Tennis" just like you, but from the perspective of the story itself, I think it would be a pity to give up. How about we compromise?"
"you mean?"
"After reviewing all the manuscripts, we will consider placing it in fifth place in this Supernova Award. Also, we will be more conservative in publishing and print 100,000 copies in advance. For the top four, we will follow the old rules and print 500,000 copies in advance."
Only five books will be selected for the Supernova Award.
Normally, the initial investment for the five books would be to print 500,000 copies, but the prospects for "Prince of Tennis" were estimated to be not good, so the deputy editor wanted to be conservative and print 100,000 copies first to test the market reaction.
"I agree."
The editor thought for a moment, then nodded, and then he smiled bitterly and said, "Let's use this novel to explore the new path, because I also want to enrich the subject categories of the novel market. After all, the consequences of subject homogeneity are shared by the entire publishing industry. For this reason, several other large publishing houses in Qinzhou have recently launched some new themes. As a market giant, our Silver Blue Library cannot fall behind, although most of these attempts at new themes have failed. I believe you, Yang Feng, mean the same thing."
Yang Feng nodded.
He admitted that the sales of "Prince of Tennis" might not be as good as the top four in the Supernova Awards, but the market needs some new themes to emerge, and the emergence of new themes must be guided by publishing houses. Only when the market sends out the signal that "publishing houses are willing to accept new themes", newcomers will not rush to write about adventures in other worlds.
From this perspective.
Chu Kuang reaped a wave of benefits.
If we only consider sales, with such a narrow audience, "Prince of Tennis" will most likely not get the opportunity to be published, so the initial printing of 100,000 copies is already a good result for this novel.
"Okay then."
The editor-in-chief decided, "Yang Feng, you should contact Chu Kuang first and ask him to send us another 100,000-word manuscript. We will announce the top five Supernova Awards winners at the end of January, and the five novels will be officially published in February."
"clear."
Yang Feng nodded.