Zhang Zian finally felt relieved after receiving the message from Suzuhara Mai.
He can figure out how difficult this matter is. The other company has no business dealings in China, the automatic dog washing machine is not a smart toilet seat, or the rice cooker can be carried back from Fusang human flesh... Money is not the problem, but transportation and shipping costs are the big problem. If it wasn't for the fact that the other company happened to come to China to participate in the exhibition with an automatic dog washing machine, he would not even be able to get the samples of the exhibition. The details about the voltage mentioned by Makoto Suzuhara are also very good. He has never traveled to Fuso before, and he didn’t know that the standard voltage of Fuso is different from that in China.
After the agreement has been reached, we only need to discuss some details. The general principle is to strive actively and try our best to make the deal. After all, this is a seller's market. For example, he must bear the freight on the Chinese side.
"Squeak!"
π poked his head out from the stairwell and gestured to him.
There are no customers in the store now, Lu Yiyun bowed his head to paint, Wang Qian and Li Kun played with their mobile phones in various positions, the elves watched TV, played, and took a nap, Zhang Zian followed π to the second floor.
"What's the matter, Pi?"
"Squeak!"
π excitedly tugged at the hem of his sweater, then pointed to the living room, motioning him to take a look.
The laptop on the desk is turned on, the screen is the author’s background, and a new short message in the station is displayed in the center of the page, “Hello author, your work has been reviewed and has reached the signing standard. Please wait patiently for the contact of the signing editor, Indicate your title and author's name."
The QQ number of the responsible editor is also given at the end of the short message.
"It means you can sign a contract? Great, π! I knew it!" Zhang Zian said excitedly.
π was also very happy, jumping up and down the room like an ordinary monkey, dancing and squeaking.
"It's really not easy..." This was the second thing Zhang Zian encountered today that was worth celebrating. He looked at the ecstatic π and was deeply happy for it.
Since π started writing, he got up earlier than chickens and went to bed later than dogs. Every morning when Zhang Zian opened his eyes, he could see the computer screen glowing faintly from the direction of the desk, and after everyone went to bed, he could occasionally hear the slight sound of pages turning and hair scratching coming from the living room. Voice, it must be that π has encountered a problem in the plot and is struggling.
It’s fine if it’s fabricated out of thin air, like the headlines of self-media, with a picture at the beginning, and the content is all edited, but that’s not the case with π. It does not copy the life of the pet shop into it, but has choices, trade-offs, and modifications. It makes secondary creations according to the principle of seven points of reality and three points of emptiness, and even adjusts the order of certain things. , in order to better serve the plot. It would be nice to copy it as it is, but then no one will read it because it is not a diary.
From every morning, other elves are eating, and π is conceiving plots; other elves are playing, and π is typing; other elves are napping, and π is looking up information in unnamed books. When preparing to take a break in the hanging basket rattan chair, if you suddenly think of a good plot, you will immediately get up and record it briefly in the document to prevent yourself from forgetting it the next day.
The harder π worked and the more diligent Zhang Zian was, the more he worried that his efforts and diligence would not be rewarded. Now that π has received a contract contract, it means that it beats the other 8 people and becomes the 1/9 signing rate. How can it not make him happy
"Squeak?"
π pointed to the qq number at the end of the short message to express his puzzlement. For these small questions, π tends to ask Zhang Zian directly, which is more direct and quicker, instead of bothering to read unnamed books.
"Oh, this is an instant messaging tool, you need to use this to contact and communicate with the responsible editor. Come, let me teach you how to use it."
He sat next to him and explained to π how to use QQ to add friends and chat.
π learned it quickly, input the qq number of the editor in charge, and click to add friends.
After a while, a buddy icon of a bald monk appeared in the QQ contact list.
π typed in the QQ chat box: Hello editor, I am the author of "Pet King", please take care of me.
It was the first time to chat with someone using QQ, and it was a stranger, and the wording he used was very formal. After clicking send, it squeaked and asked Zhang Zian: Will he find out that I'm a monkey
"No." Zhang Zian said with a smile, "through the network cable, how could he find out? There was a joke that was popular on the Internet before. You never know whether the person sitting across from the computer chatting with you is a human or a dog. Human or monkey... What's the matter, π, are you worried that others will find out that you are a monkey?"
"Squeak!"
π typed: If someone knows, it will be very troublesome, right
"That's true." Zhang Zian admitted that if someone found out that it was written by a monkey, it would probably be a big news.
After a while, the bald monk sent a smiling expression.
"Squeak?"
π scratched his head in confusion, he didn't understand what this expression meant.
Zhang Zian explained: "It means he knows. π You don't have to worry, I heard that each editor in charge manages hundreds of authors and is very busy. You just need to feel at ease and write the book."
π nodded again and again, and looked at QQ for a few more times to confirm that the other party hadn't spoken any more, and then minimized the QQ interface.
"By the way, π, how many collections do you have now?" Zhang Zian asked, how many collections means how many people are looking at π.
π's mood suddenly became depressed, and it opened the work management in the background of the website for him to see.
He only glanced at it, and his happy mood sank to the bottom.
Favorites: 27
π has updated more than 50,000 words on the website, and wrote about 20 chapters, but only 27 people are reading it, which means that an average of one reader is added for every chapter written, and these readers may only read the beginning and think it’s okay , I temporarily added the book to the bookshelf, but the latest chapter is not actually reached.
As evidence, the comment section was empty, not a single book review.
Zhang Zian searched his brain and couldn't think of any useful words to comfort π, so he could only pat it on the back to show encouragement. He used to see others writing 50,000 characters with 40 collections on the Wanghaige forum, and he still felt dismissive, thinking that when π wrote so many words, no matter what, he would have more than 40 collections, but he was severely slapped in the face by reality up.
Following the prompts from the background of the website, he used his ID card to help π fill out the contract.
Now he needs to go out to print and mail the contract.