When Chuli packed his things and went home, about half an hour after the publicity Weibo was posted, the retweets had already reached more than 20,000 and almost 30,000...
The amount of retweets is really quite astonishing. Chu Li was a little surprised. She thought it would be 10,000 to 20,000 at most, but she didn't expect it to be so long. It seems that it is going to be 50,000!
Although there are indeed various elements in it-
First of all, readers in the original circle are very new to the online pre-sale, and everyone is very enthusiastic;
Then tonight on Weibo, a large-scale cross-border support broke out in the literary world—
Chu Li held Ah Gui's head, clamoring for her to help forward it, and drew a big cake, "I'll let Zhou Chuan help you to repost it when you sell books in the future! Do you want to be moved?"... This big cake made A Gui take her I had no choice but to agree, and I bought one and got N for free, and gathered together with a lot of fans from the Tanmei circle, and the readers sighed with emotion: [Yaocao Zhouchuan also knows my family, so amazing];
In addition to the Danmei circle, there is also the spread of reposts from all magazines under the Yuanyue Society and all magazine co-authors. In this span, each person can count a hundred or so reposts—especially the "Star Track" magazine, which is a Traditional best-selling magazines, the audience of this magazine is too large to imagine—Miao Miao said earlier that when running a magazine, the magazine is basically not profitable and can only rely on advertising space and joint publicity effects, but "Star Trail" is very powerful , thanks to its large number of readers and stable foundation, it belongs to the series that makes money by itself... This type of magazine is very motivating, and many readers are willing to buy it;
The last wave of forwarding groups is the most powerful.
When Chu Li first saw it, he was stunned——
Some of the older generation of traditional literature writers—Weibo certification is a boss of a provincial Writers Association, the Weibo profile picture is their ID photo, and the average age looks like they are fifty years old—they are either Hiukawa’s father’s friend or Xia The veterans don't know where to find the way—these seniors also reposted the pre-sale of "Luohe Divine Book" with the words: [New era, new situation novel literature cooperates with new media sales methods, traditional literature must be learned and used Keep up with the times. After all, the ultimate target group of a book is the readers. It is not advisable to be self-admired. The literature that everyone accepts is the mainstream and correct way of cultural communication. Support Xiaochuan's "Luohe God Book", and wish another best-selling book is born!]
These bigwigs supported about half of the forwarding rate, and the messages forwarded by everyone were—
"Hold the grass!! I read the article written by Zuyou when I was in elementary school and made an excerpt! Now he is blessing my family, Hirakawa!! Holding the grass, holding the grass, I am not dreaming!!!"
"I thought someone was playing a prank, until I clicked on the Weibo on the far right and saw that it was really the deity... Teacher, I love the prose "Frog Pond Night" written by you the most. I even recited it when I was in junior high!!! "
"Ogawa 2333333333333"
"Hikawa is really awesome this time..."
"The shattering of the Dimensional Wall!!!"
"Even in my dreams, I can't imagine... Should I say that Yuanyue Society is better or Hiukawa is better?"
"I admire the big guys on the right, so don't always say that traditional literature can't keep up with the pace of modern times. From today's broken dimension wall, it can be seen that people's acceptance is actually not bad... Even if it's too early No, but it can be seen that everyone is working hard? It’s very gratifying.”
… In general.
In order to make "Luohe Divine Book" a big hit, apart from taking out his position as deputy editor-in-chief as a bet on the pre-sale bedding of "Luohe Divine Book", the entire Yuanyue club was dispatched from top to bottom, and almost everyone She took out all her family assets, lost all her old face, and was working hard to promote this book!
"I can't help it. Yuanyue Club also hopes to find a way out on the road of new literary genres. The first day's orders for Zhou Chuan's "Luohe Divine Book" directly exceeded the first printing of the original contract. Let everyone see Hope," Yu Yao explained patiently when a group of people descended the stairs in a mighty manner, "so even Teacher Xia was alarmed, and it was also very hard work."
"I caught up with the good times." Chu Li pointed at himself and smirked.
Lao Miao glanced at her with a "you know" expression on his face.
"That can't be said. Although luck is also involved, but if you don't think about the online pre-sale, many authors' promotional resources will not be available..." Yu Yao said, "I want to ask those teachers to help me. Sending out a hard advertisement, Weibo forwarding seems to be more natural, and it can attract more readers, you see they are there tonight: the dimension wall is broken!"
Everyone laughed together.
"Great first gift, if "Luohe Divine Book" sells well, next month's year-end bonus will be worth looking at." Xiaoniao smiled softly, and said in a timely manner according to the atmosphere, "After you join the job, find a house to sign How long has it been? If you have money, you can rent a bigger house next year."
"..."
money
Rent a house
Change house
——It was like a little rabbit was stuffed into my heart, a little overwhelmed and heavy.
Chu Li narrowed his eyes slightly, and didn't immediately respond to Xiaoniao's words, but just nodded perfunctorily, and said, "I am also looking forward to the death of people for money." At this time, everyone walked out of the park where the Yuanyue Society headquarters is located in the dark night—at this time at nine o'clock in the evening At 1:00, it is the time when the lights are on in thousands of homes. Ordinary people have probably finished their dinner, take a walk by the river, or the whole family gathers to chat in front of the TV or something... But she has just set foot on the way home.
The high heels stepped on the ground, making a hasty clicking sound.
I said in advance that tonight the pre-sale publicity will start to work overtime, I don’t know if Hiukawa is full;
What kind of takeaway is it
Er Gouzi should be full too, now he should be chasing after his owner who has become more lazy recently with a leash in his mouth, running around the house and going for a walk;
Are the flowers and plants in the yard watered
I don't want to order takeaway anymore, and I don't know what ingredients are left in the refrigerator at home to make do with it;
Mr. Hiukawa must have not slept yet. He is probably lying on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, shaking his legs and scrolling through Weibo, waiting for his pre-sale publicity to exceed 100,000 reposts, while rolling around like a salted fish When she comes home—
The rattling high-heeled shoes stopped.
… until she comes home.
——The little rabbit that was just put into my heart turned out to be ADHD, and now it started to jump and kick, and it hurt everywhere.
The muscles on Chu Li's face were fixed in a strange expression. Ah Xiang, who was walking beside her, turned his head and raised his eyebrows strangely: "What's the matter? A little thunderous expression?"
The expression on Chu Li's face adjusted, and he squeezed the canvas pocket in his hand: "...Ah Xiang, did you suddenly realize that after returning home from get off work alone, opening the door to face the dark room is a A difficult thing?"
Ah Xiang looked confused, and honestly replied: "No."
"..." Chu Li said, "Imagine that every day when you come home from get off work, there is a pet dog jumping up and down to greet you, and there is someone lying on the sofa, asking you lazily: Why did I come back and I'm going to starve to death—"
"You mean marriage? I don't want to get married now!"
"... Who said you're married! I'll talk about renting a house!"
"Aren't you talking about the husband and the dog?" Ah Xiang was still confused.
"… no."
"Is this because you have a successful career and suddenly feel emotional emptiness, you?" Ah Xiang pointed at the tip of Chu Li's nose speechlessly, "At any rate, there is still a transitional process of digging out the empty emotions, and you came too fast like a gust of wind!"
Chu Li opened his mouth and said in a daze, "I just don't think I can live on my own."
A Xiang: "Are you renting with someone now?"
Chu Li: "... I guess."
Ah Xiang: "Have you fallen in love with your co-renting partner?"
Chu Li's eyes widened in an instant: "No!"
Ah Xiang: "If not, why don't you go 'what', oh my god! You'll like a guy who urges you to cook as soon as he's lying on the sofa, you're really not picky!"
"I appreciate his talent."
"what?"
"… … … … … … … … I do not like him!!!!!"
"..." Ah Xiang nodded, took a serious look at Chu Li, and then said, "Oh... You like him better than Hiukawa, his temper is a bit weird, but he is handsome, and he helped you when you were bullied yesterday. You, the heart of the girl who sent me dust on Weibo is almost awakened: So far, I don’t think I have been treated as carefully and treasured as anyone’s personal belongings. If so, I am looking forward to it.”
Ah Xiang cupped his face: "Ahhhh!"
Ah Xiang: "It's like a sick and beautiful man saying: Please put me under house arrest, abuse me, bully me to the point of crying, and let me be your personal property!"
"..." Chu Li twitched the corners of his mouth and shuddered, "Isn't your interpretation a bit too much?"
Ah Xiang put down his hand and snorted: "If it wasn't for the fact that Riu Chuan's fans were too busy chasing Yu Niangniang yesterday and didn't have time to talk to you, combined with the context and a little divergent thinking, the sentence 'If there is, I'm looking forward to it' would be enough to make you a girlfriend fan." Spiral explosion…”
Hearing this, Chu Li took out his mobile phone, glanced at Zhou Chuan's Weibo, and felt that what A Xiang said made sense: as a qualified editor, yesterday her attention was all on the hot search on Zhou Chuan …
Now there is an illusion of escape.
…
It was already ten o'clock in the evening when I took the last subway back home.
Shivered by the wind in late autumn, Chu Li returned home and opened the door, the warm breath that rushed to her face made her tense cheeks relax... She opened her arms to welcome Er Gouzi who rushed forward. Soft and thick, it quickly warmed her somewhat cold fingertips.
Chu Li put down her bag, put on her slippers, looked up and saw the man on the sofa—
As she had imagined at first, he crossed his legs, shook his legs, and checked Weibo with his back to Chu Li.
When Chu Li entered the room, he lazily turned over, his hand holding the phone was hanging on the sofa, he turned his head at a difficult angle and looked at Chu Li over the arm of the sofa: "It's so late, I'm so hungry. "
"...I said I will work overtime tonight, but you didn't order takeaway?"
Chu Li wore slippers, walked into the kitchen intently, and opened the refrigerator—the man kept staring at her back.
"I took a nap in the afternoon and woke up after eight o'clock. I opened Weibo and found that my book was pre-sold. A bunch of neighbor uncles who called 'Uncle Hello' one by one when they were young were helping to repost...Jiang Yucheng and his father also reposted it. Already! I was scared out of my wits, how can I order takeaway in the mood?"
"Oh," the man in the kitchen laughed, "Did your dad retweet it?"
"Retweeted one: Be alert! One more retweet is to save a life. Mixing the following foods may cause serious food poisoning!"
“…………… Act like I didn’t ask.”
Watching Chu Li close the refrigerator and just take out a carton of milk, the man's hand hanging on the edge of the sofa shook limply like a solid body—
"I'm physically and mentally exhausted, I'm hungry, cook for me."
Chu Li put down the milk, opened the refrigerator and took a few glances. There were also potatoes, tomatoes, eggs, beef, cucumbers... all of them were taken out, and they were all thrown into the vegetable sink. Vinegar-sweetened potatoes, tomatoes, eggs, beef and cucumbers were fried.
"Teacher, don't hang on the sofa like a corpse. I'm the one who worked hard all day. Come here to wash the rice."
"I do not know."
"Are you talking again? Obviously I taught you."
"..." The corpse hanging on the sofa was silent for a while.
Chu Li didn't lift his head to wash or peel the potatoes: "Just dawdle, wash the rice a second later and eat the rice a second later, wait until I cut the vegetables and then wash the rice and cook the rice. It will be dawn when I eat... "
Before the words fell, the corpse was finally deceitful. The man lying on the bed got up, and the tall and lazy figure slowly moved towards Chu Li like a turtle—finally walked to her side, and stretched out his hand to "snap" Press to turn on the rice cooker, take out the inner pot, rinse with boiling water, wipe the water, scoop the rice, throw it into the sink to catch the water...
A series of actions are extremely skillful.
"Isn't this a good job?" Chu Li praised.
"I was originally a fairy who lives in the sky." Zhou Chuan glanced at her listlessly, "The kind whose fingers don't touch the spring water, why do you force me to go down to earth to cook? Destroy my cultivation?"
"Because you're hungry and I'm hungry too... Little Fairy, I put in too much water, turn off the water, I told you, the water level is kept at one knuckle above the meter level—" Watching Zhou Chuan turn off the water, turn himself Putting his thumb into the rice to draw the water line, Chu Li coughed dryly, "Made is mentally retarded! It's not the fingers!"
Hiukawa withdrew his hand expressionlessly: "No more! Do it yourself!"
Chu Li stretched out his middle finger and gestured at him, then when the man raised his eyebrows, he directly put his hand on Mili, and said sternly: "Did you see it, measure it with the middle finger."
Hiukawa: "..."
"Aren't you going to starve to death after I leave after you do this, and you don't know how to cook, and you forget to order takeaway..." Chu Li put the rice in the rice cooker, covered it, and started cutting potatoes without raising his head. Broken thoughts, "I'm really afraid that one day when I ring the doorbell at your house, I will find that the flies have bred on your dead body until there are more grandchildren..."
The sound is getting smaller and smaller.
At this moment, the man was standing beside her, holding a cucumber and gesticulating with the Six Meridians Excalibur - Hearing this, he paused, and immediately grasped the point: "Go? Where are you going?"
Chu Li paused for a while when cutting potatoes, but after a short while, she resumed her chopping speed, stretched out her hand and pulled her hair: ""Luohe Divine Book" sold 350,000 copies, maybe Lao Miao's deputy The position of editor-in-chief is really going to be given to me—I think Mr. Xia likes me very much, I guess there is no objection... The year-end bonus is going to be issued soon, I guess it will be quite a lot, and I will have money by then... So, just move out That's it."
Hiukawa put down the cucumbers.
He turned his head and glanced at the little girl who was cutting vegetables beside him—
She lowered her eyes, unable to see clearly the emotion in her eyes, but as she chopped vegetables, the hair around her ears flickered, the tip of her nose was a little red, and there was a very shallow and small mole at the corner of her eye, which was said to be Crybaby cat logo.
... Although he hadn't had time to see how much she cried.
I was fortunate enough to watch it once or twice, and it was Mr. L's identity.
—These are the details that he saw, probably not even known to her.
There was a brief silence in the kitchen, only the crisp sound of "click" and "click" when cutting potatoes.
After a long time, the man finally opened his mouth to break the silence: "It's hard for you to be in the industry for so long, don't you know the concept of an initial print of 350,000? So far, it is the first batch of works in China with an initial print of more than this number." , I can probably count on one hand.”
Chu Li cut vegetables for a moment, raised his head and looked at the man blankly: "How is it possible, don't say that Mr. Jiang Yucheng has done it before... and there are real writers at the top of the pyramid—"
"The representative works of these people can have this print volume, don't even think about anything else."
"...The last time Xindun Publishing House published Covey's book, it was sold out in an instant after the first print of more than 700,000..."
"Remove the zeros to get the real data. It is estimated that it will be more than a hundred thousand..." Hiukawa said lightly, "Isn't Kou Wei similar to Jiang Yucheng? I guess Jiang Yucheng will dare to blow the first seal." million-"
"Can such a bragging author agree?"
"There is no loss in raising the price, so why not agree?" Hiukawa's tone returned to calm, "Only the top works in the country can reach the figure of 600,000 to 700,000. It can be counted, you asked me to pay 350,000 yuan, but the real 350,000 yuan is very difficult, even if it is the meager amount of publicity and reposting, everyone who reposts buys books, it is impossible to make up...Silly girl , Lao Miao tricked you."
Holding the kitchen knife in his hand, Chu Li was dumbfounded: How come no one told me such basic internal core key industry knowledge? ?
"Do you need someone to tell you?" Hiukawa looked disgusted, as if guessing what she was thinking, "I guess it will be difficult to get a generous year-end bonus..."
The man stuffed the cucumber into her paw: "Cook me well, please me, and give you a bed is the key point—cook quickly, I'm starving to death!"
As he said that, the corners of his lips curved symbolically, revealing a not-so-smiling smile. The man put his hands in the pockets of his pajama pants, turned and walked out of the kitchen.
A few seconds later, the sound of a kitchen knife hitting the cutting board came from my ear.
The man who walked out of the kitchen paused, narrowed his eyes slightly, and showed a subtle expression - he was frozen in a certain pose in the living room like a statue for a long time, then the man raised his hand and stroked the back of his head in a daze , muttered: "...strange."
Strange.
Why can't I sell poisonous milk by myself
... ... I am afraid that this clever little head is hungry