When Chu Li packed up her things and went home, about half an hour after posting the promotional Weibo, the number of reposts had reached more than 20,000 and almost 30,000...
The number of reposts is really amazing. Chu Li was a little surprised. She originally thought that the number would be at most 10,000 or 20,000. She didn't expect that in just a short time, it might reach 50,000 or 100,000!
Although there are indeed various elements in this——
First of all, readers in the original creation circle are very new to online pre-sales, and everyone is very enthusiastic;
Then tonight on Weibo, there was a massive outpouring of cross-border support from the literary community—
Chu Li pressed Ah Gui's head, begging her to help forward it, and drew a big picture, "I'll let Chu Chuan help you forward your books when you sell them in the future! Isn't it exciting!"... Ah Gui had no choice but to agree, and she also bought one and got N free, and brought a bunch of people from the BL circle to gather together. Readers sighed: [Wow Chu Chuan knows my master, that's amazing];
In addition to the BL circle, all magazines under Yuanyueshe and all magazine co-authors have also been forwarded and spread. If you count each person's forwarding number, you can count more than a hundred - especially "Xinggui" magazine. As a traditional best-selling magazine, the audience of this magazine is so large that it is unimaginable - Lao Miao said earlier that magazines are basically unprofitable and can only rely on advertising space and related publicity effects, but "Xinggui" is very powerful, thanks to its large number of readers and solid foundation. It belongs to the series that makes money... This kind of magazine has a high driving force, and many readers are willing to buy;
The last wave of forwarding groups is the most powerful.
When Chu Li first saw it, he was stunned——
Some older traditional literature writers - Weibo identified them as bigwigs of a certain province's writers' association, their Weibo avatars were their ID photos, and their average age seemed to be around 50 - it was obvious that they were either friends of Zhuchuan's father or Xia Laoshou who had found the way from nowhere - these old predecessors also forwarded the pre-sale of "Luohe Divine Book" and added the words: [The new era and new situation of novel literature are in line with the new media sales method, and traditional literature must learn and keep up with the times. After all, the ultimate target group of a book is the readers, and self-admiration is not desirable. Literature that is accepted by everyone is the mainstream and correct way of cultural dissemination. Support Xiaochuan's "Luohe Divine Book" and wish another best-selling book to be born! ]
These big guys accounted for about half of the forwarding rate, and the comments forwarded by people were all -
“Oh my god!! When I was in primary school, I read an article written by Zuiyou and even made excerpts! Now he is blessing my Chuchuan!! Oh my god, am I dreaming!!!”
"I thought it was someone playing a prank, until I clicked on the rightmost microblog and saw that it was really me... Teacher, I love the essay "Frog Pond Night" you wrote the most. I even memorized it when I was in junior high school!!!"
"Ogawa 23333333333333"
"Zhuchuan is really awesome this time..."
"The dimensional wall is broken!!!"
"I could never have imagined it even in my dreams... Should I say Yuanyue Society is more powerful or Zechuan is more powerful?"
"I admire the big guys on the right, so don't always say that traditional literature can't keep up with the modern pace. From the shattering of the dimensional wall today, we can see that their acceptance level is actually quite good... Even if they think it's too early, it can be seen that everyone is working hard, right? It's gratifying."
...in general.
In order to make "Luohe Divine Book" a big hit, in addition to putting his own deputy editor-in-chief position as a gamble to pave the way for the pre-sale of "Luohe Divine Book", the entire Yuanyue Society was mobilized, and almost everyone took out their own savings, and worked hard to promote this book without caring about their reputation!
"There's nothing we can do. Yuanyue Publishing House also hopes to carve out a path in the new literary genre. The first-day subscription volume for Zhechuan's The Divine Book of Luo River directly exceeded the original contracted first print run, giving everyone hope," Yu Yao patiently explained as a group of people streamed downstairs, "so even Teacher Xia was shocked and worked very hard."
"I caught up with the right time." Chu Li pointed at himself and smiled foolishly.
Lao Miao glanced at her with an expression that said "it's good that you knew it".
"That's not the case. Although luck is a factor, if you hadn't thought about online pre-sales, many of the authors' promotional resources would not have been used..." Yu Yao said, "Compared to asking the teachers to help post a serious advertisement, forwarding on Weibo seems to be more natural and can attract more readers. Look at what they are doing tonight: the dimensional wall is broken!"
Everyone laughed together.
"That's great, Chu Li. If The Divine Book of Luo River sells well, you'll get a big year-end bonus next month." Xiao Niao smiled softly and said in a timely manner according to the atmosphere, "How long did it take you to find a house after you started working? If you have money, you can rent a bigger house next year."
“…”
money?
Rent a house?
Change house?
——It felt like there was a little rabbit stuffed in my heart. I felt a little overwhelmed and heavy.
Chu Li narrowed her eyes slightly, and did not respond to Xiao Niao's words immediately. She just nodded perfunctorily and said, "People die for money. I am looking forward to it too"... At this time, everyone walked out of the park where the Yuanyue Society headquarters was located in the darkness - it was nine o'clock in the evening, when thousands of lights were on. Ordinary people had probably finished their dinner and were strolling by the river or chatting in front of the TV with their families... But she had just set out on her way home.
The high heels stepped on the ground, making a somewhat hurried clicking sound.
I told you in advance that the pre-sale promotion will start tonight and I have to work overtime. I wonder if Chu Chuan has eaten enough;
What kind of takeaway did you order?
The dog should be full by now, and should be running around the house with the leash in his mouth, chasing his increasingly lazy owner, wanting to go for a walk;
Have you watered the flowers and plants in the yard?
I don’t want to order takeout, and I don’t know what ingredients are left in the refrigerator to cook together;
Teacher Zhuo Chuan must not have slept yet. He is probably lying on the sofa with his legs crossed, shaking his legs and checking Weibo, waiting for his pre-sale promotion to be forwarded to over 100,000 times, while rolling back and forth like a salted fish waiting for her to come home.
The clacking sound of high heels stopped.
...wait for her to come home.
——The little rabbit that was just hidden in my heart turned out to be hyperactive. Now it started jumping and kicking, causing pain wherever it kicked.
The muscles on Chu Li's face were fixed in a strange expression. Ah Xiang, who was walking beside her, turned around and raised his eyebrows in a strange way: "What's wrong, the top editor? Why do you suddenly look like an idiot, a little shocked and a little shocked?"
Chu Li adjusted his facial expression and squeezed the canvas bag in his hand tightly: "... Ah Xiang, have you ever suddenly found that it is very uncomfortable to open the door and face the dark room after returning home alone from get off work?"
Ah Xiang was confused and answered honestly, "No."
"..." Chu Li said, "Think about coming home from get off work every day, with a pet dog hopping to greet you, and a person lying on the sofa, asking you lazily: Why did you come back so late? I'm starving—"
"You mean getting married? I don't want to get married now!"
“…………………………………………Who said anything about getting married! I’m talking about renting a house again!”
"Aren't you talking about your husband and the dog?" Ah Xiang was still confused.
"……no."
"You're so successful in your career that you suddenly feel emotionally empty?" Ah Xiang pointed at Chu Li's nose speechlessly. "At least they have a process to get over the empty emotions. You came too fast!"
Chu Li opened his mouth and said blankly: "I just feel that I can't live on my own."
Ah Xiang: "Are you renting with someone now?"
Chu Li: “…I guess so.”
Ah Xiang: "Are you in love with your roommate?"
Chu Li's eyes widened instantly: "No!"
Ah Xiang: "If nothing, why are you still saying 'bar'? Oh my god! You would like a guy who just lies on the sofa and urges you to cook. You are really not picky!"
"I admire his talent."
"ah?"
“………………………………………………I don’t like him!!!”
"..." Ah Xiang nodded, looked at Chu Li seriously, and then said, "Oh... You like him less than Zhe Chuan. His temper is a bit weird, but he is handsome. And he helped you when you were criticized yesterday. That Weibo post almost awakened my dusty girlish heart: So far, I don’t think I have been treated as someone’s personal property and carefully preserved. If so, I am looking forward to it."
Ah Xiang held his face and said, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Ah Xiang: "It's like a sickly handsome man saying: Please confine me, abuse me, bully me until I cry, and make me your personal property!"
"..." Chu Li twitched his lips and shuddered, "Isn't your interpretation a bit too much?"
Ah Xiang put down his hand and snorted, "If it weren't for the fact that the fans of Zhuchuan were too busy criticizing the Queen yesterday to pay attention to you, considering the context and thinking a little bit differently, this sentence 'If there is, I'm looking forward to it' would be enough to make the girlfriend fans criticize you to the point of exploding..."
Hearing this, Chu Li took out her phone and glanced at Zhe Chuan's Weibo. She actually felt that what Ah Xiang said made sense: as a qualified editor, her attention was focused on Zhe Chuan's trending search yesterday...
Now I have the illusion that I have escaped a disaster.
…
It was already 10 o'clock in the evening when I took the last subway back home.
Shivering a little in the late autumn wind, Chu Li returned home and opened the door. The warm breath blowing on her face made her tense cheeks relax... She opened her arms to welcome Er Gouzi who was approaching her. The big dog's fur was soft and thick, and it quickly transferred the warmth to her somewhat cold fingertips.
Chu Li put down her bag, changed into slippers, raised her head and saw the man on the sofa——
Just as she had imagined at first, he was sitting with his legs crossed, shaking them, with his back to Chu Li, browsing Weibo.
When Chu Li entered the room, he lazily turned over, his hand holding the phone hanging on the sofa, and twisted his head at a difficult angle to look at Chu Li over the sofa armrest: "It's so late, I'm so hungry."
"…I told you I was going to work overtime tonight, but you didn't order takeout?"
Chu Li walked into the kitchen in slippers, clattering without blinking, and opened the refrigerator - all the while the man was staring at her back.
"I took a nap in the afternoon and woke up at around 8am. I opened Weibo and found that my book was on pre-sale. A bunch of uncles from the neighborhood who used to call me 'Hello Uncle' when I was a kid were helping to forward it... Even Jiang Yucheng's dad forwarded it! I was so scared that I had no mood to order takeout."
"Oh," the man in the kitchen laughed, "Did your dad forward it?"
"Reposted: Be careful! Reposting once more is saving a life. Mixing the following foods together may cause severe food poisoning!"
“………………………………Just pretend I didn’t ask.”
Watching Chu Li close the refrigerator and take out a box of milk, the man's hand hanging on the edge of the sofa swayed softly as if it were a physical object.
"I am exhausted physically and mentally. I am hungry. Cook for me."
Chu Li put down the milk and opened the refrigerator to take a look. There were potatoes, tomatoes, eggs, beef, cucumbers... He took them all out and threw them into the sink: potatoes with vinegar, tomatoes and eggs, and beef fried with cucumbers.
"Teacher, don't hang on the sofa like a corpse. I'm the one who has worked hard all day. Come and wash the rice."
"I can't."
"Say it again? I clearly taught you that."
"..." The corpse hanging on the sofa was silent for a moment.
Chu Li washed and peeled potatoes without even looking up: "Just take your time. The later you wash the rice, the later you can eat. If I cut the vegetables, wash the rice and cook the rice, it will be daybreak by the time you can eat..."
Before she finished speaking, the body finally turned into a corpse. The man lying on the bed got up, and his tall, lazy figure slowly moved towards Chu Li like a turtle. He finally walked to her side, reached out and turned on the rice cooker, took out the inner pot, rinsed it with boiling water, wiped it, scooped out the rice, and threw it into the sink to collect water...
A series of extremely skillful movements.
“Isn’t this well done?” Chu Li praised.
"I'm an immortal king living in heaven," Zhu Chuan glanced at her listlessly, "I'm someone who never touches the water of spring spring. Why do you force me to come down to earth to cook? And ruin my cultivation?"
"Because you're hungry, I'm hungry too... Little fairy, you put too much water in, turn off the water, I told you, the water level should be one finger joint above the rice level—" Chu Li coughed dryly as he watched Zhu Chuan turn off the water and put his thumb into the rice to draw the water level. "Damn, you idiot! It's not this finger!"
Zhuo Chuan withdrew his hand expressionlessly: "No more! Do it yourself!"
Chu Li pointed at him with her middle finger, and when the man raised his eyebrows, she put her hand into the rice and said righteously, "See? Use your middle finger to measure."
Zhuchuan: “…”
"If you continue like this, you'll starve to death after I'm gone. You can't cook, and you forgot to order takeout..." Chu Li put rice into the rice cooker, covered it, and started chopping potatoes. She muttered without raising her head, "I'm really afraid that one day I'll go to your house and ring the doorbell to find that flies have reproduced on your corpse and given birth to generations of grandchildren..."
The sound became quieter.
At this time, the man was standing next to her, holding a cucumber and demonstrating the Six Meridians Divine Sword. He paused when he heard the words and immediately grasped the key point: "Leave? Where are you going?"
Chu Li paused for a moment while cutting potatoes, but soon she resumed her speed and reached out to tuck her hair. "The Luo River Divine Book has sold 350,000 copies. Maybe Lao Miao's deputy editor-in-chief position will really be given to me. I think Teacher Xia likes me very much, so I guess no one will object... The year-end bonus will be distributed soon, and it will be a lot. Then I will have money... so, I will move out."
Zhuochuan put down the cucumber.
He turned his head and looked at the little girl standing next to him cutting vegetables——
She lowered her eyes, and it was impossible to see the emotion in her eyes clearly. The hair beside her ears swayed as she cut vegetables, the tip of her nose was a little red, and there was a very faint and small mole at the corner of her eye. I heard that this is the sign of a crybaby.
...although he hadn't had time to see how much she cried.
I was only lucky enough to watch it once or twice, and that was as Mr. L.
——These are the details he saw, probably even she herself didn’t know.
The kitchen fell into a brief silence, with only the crisp "crunch" and "crunch" sounds of cutting potatoes.
After a long while, the man finally spoke up to break the silence: "You've been in the industry for so long, don't you know what a first print run of 350,000 means? So far, the number of first print runs of works in China that have exceeded this number can probably be counted on one hand."
Chu Li paused in her cutting motion, raised her head and looked at the man blankly: "How is it possible? Not to mention that Teacher Jiang Yucheng has done it before... and there are also real writers at the top of the pyramid——"
"These people's masterpieces can only have this print run, and don't even think about anything else."
"………………The last time Xindun Press published Covey's book, the first print run of more than 700,000 copies was sold out in an instant..."
"Remove the zeros to get the real data. I estimate that the actual number is only a few hundred thousand..." Zhao Chuan said calmly, "Isn't Kou Wei about the same as Jiang Yucheng? I estimate that if Jiang Yucheng goes, they will dare to boast that the first print run will reach one million--"
"Can the author agree to such boasting?"
"Raising the price, there is nothing to lose, why shouldn't I agree?" Zhuo Chuan's tone returned to calm and relaxed. "Only the top domestic works can possibly reach 600,000 or 700,000. There are only a handful of them. You want me to reach 350,000, but a real 350,000. It's very difficult. Even with the current meager promotion and forwarding quota, if everyone who forwards it buys the book, it's still not enough...Silly girl, Lao Miao is cheating you."
Chu Li was holding the kitchen knife and was dumbfounded: Why didn’t anyone tell me such basic and core industry knowledge? ? ?
"Do I need someone to tell you this?" Zhuo Chuan looked disgusted, as if he had guessed what she was thinking, "It will probably be difficult to get a generous year-end bonus..."
The man stuffed the cucumber in his hand into her paw: "Cook for me well, please me, and let you sleep. That's the important thing - cook quickly, I'm so hungry!"
As he spoke, the corners of his lips curved symbolically, revealing a smile that was not quite funny. The man stuffed his hands into his pajama pockets, turned around and walked out of the kitchen.
A few seconds later, I heard the sound of a kitchen knife hitting a chopping board.
The man walked out of the kitchen and paused. He narrowed his eyes slightly and revealed a subtle expression. He stood in the living room like a statue, frozen in a certain pose for a very long time. The man then raised his hand, touched the back of his head in confusion, and muttered, "...Strange."
That's strange.
Why can't I sell the poisonous milk myself?
……………………I’m afraid this smart little brain is hungry and has problems?