Chu Li was in the lounge, eager to make a big noise. Lao Miao could no longer suppress his anger, so he ran to report it. Not long after, Liang Chonglang came in with a giggle and said in a calming tone, "Hey, why are you making such a noise? Keep your voice down. Don't make it so loud that the readers outside can hear it. It will have a bad impact."
Seeing that Chu Li was about to break off a pair of disposable chopsticks and stab them into Liang Chonglang's throat, Yu Yao quickly grabbed her collar and held her arms, and spoke first: "Lao Liang, why did you suddenly add more sessions? Shouldn't the agreed time be the same? If you do this, we won't be able to explain to the author..."
"Isn't Teacher Chu Chuan still on the way? I figured we had enough time, so I added a show. You see, we have no choice. There are so many readers here today, and some have come all the way to support us. We can't let them go home disappointed! It's already 12:30 and there are still a lot of cosplayers rushing in. They can't be stopped. They look like no one can leave unless they get their ticket numbers today..." Liang Chonglang said, "Just make sure the venue is cleared before the author arrives. You don't have to worry too much."
"If you want to participate in the event, you should come at the designated time. Who gave them the courage to act so confident even when they are late? Is it Fish Leong? After all, you are just used to..." Chu Li calmed down now. He just had a gloomy face, slightly broke away from Yu Yao's hand and said coldly, "You are worried that those cosplayers' fans won't let you go because they can't get the ticket number, but why don't you worry about what will happen to Zhu Chuan's fans if they can't buy the book——"
Liang Chonglang paused.
Then he said with a fake smile: "I can't help it. The crying child gets the milk... Oh, it's actually not a big deal. You guys don't have to make a fuss about it."
Chu Li: "..."
Sure, the crying child gets the milk, right?
Do you think that Chu Chuan's fans are dumb? So many people just came and asked outside "Why are you still putting cosplayer fans in here?" Just because it doesn't happen to you, you pretend that you don't exist, right? Do you really think that people will just let it go like this...
After all, the Internet is so developed now.
You think that readers will have nowhere to cry if they don’t cry with you, right?
Chu Li was silent for a few seconds and did not argue with Liang Chonglang. He sat back in his seat, opened his lunch box and started eating. As he was eating a vegetable, his cell phone vibrated. He picked it up and saw the caller: Teacher Xizi.
Chu Li picked up the phone, pressed the hands-free button, and said "Hello". Then, Zhu Chuan's voice rang out: [My Weibo is about to explode. What's wrong with you? It's one o'clock and you're still posting cosplayers who participated in the book purchase and took photos. How come the event didn't end at 12:30? Who did you put them in to take photos with? Me? ——Other people's fans are fans, but my readers are not people, right? Go ask your marketing department what they're thinking. If you don't want to sell books, don't sell them. Go to the farmers' market every day to sell used books for 10 yuan per pound. I guarantee it will be more lively than it is now.]
Zhuochuan's voice was neither loud nor soft, but Chu Li had already turned up the volume to the maximum and was waiting - so everyone in the lounge could hear it clearly at this moment.
The entire lounge was quiet at that time.
Liang Chonglang, who had been sitting there with his legs crossed and happily eating his lunch box, no longer dared to shake his legs: now he finally realized where all those readers of Zhechuan who had not come to make trouble in front of him had gone.
[I'm in the parking lot, looking for a spot now, please come down and pick me up.]
The man hung up the phone after saying this. Chu Li put away the phone, stared at the lunch box in front of him, sneered to himself, "Well, the crying child gets the milk."
Everyone: “…”
Chu Li ignored Liang Chonglang and raised his head to Yu Yao and said, "It seems that there was no traffic jam on the road and he arrived early. Boss, I will go down to pick up Teacher Zhechuan. There are so many people here and I am afraid he will not know the way."
"..." Yu Yao was also speechless, "Go ahead."
"We treat authors like our fathers and pamper them, fearing that they would get lost and run to Xindun right under our noses. But some people just don't know how to cherish them. They are unwilling to sit back and enjoy the fruits of their labor, but they insist on being smart and driving the authors away," Chu Li stood up and patted the non-existent dust on his butt. "If Huangquan Inn is not signed after today's incident, you all saw it, it has nothing to do with me."
Liang Chonglang's eyes widened when he heard this: "Didn't you say that Zhuchuan would arrive in another 50 minutes..."
"So is it my fault that the traffic jam is gone? It's the Ministry of Transport that's so awesome. How come they let the big devil show up so early?"
After Chu Li finished speaking, he didn't want to waste any more time talking to this idiot, so he walked out.
Just after taking two steps outside, Liang Chonglang followed out.
As he walked, he told the marketing department to limit the flow of people and to tell those who wanted to enter and queue that they would not be issued event tickets and would only be able to enter as normal. The event would end at 1:30.
Then use the dividing strip to set up a fast lane for buying the "Luo River Divine Book", and those who go to the queue one by one to ask for priority entry to buy the "Luo River Divine Book";
Put up a sign in front of the express lane to guide readers of the Luohe Divine Book to line up...
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Liang Chonglang shouted, "I don't care how you do it, you have to do it no matter how hard it is. Anyway, within five minutes, I want to see the fast track of "Luohe Divine Book" full of readers queuing up! I say it again, you have to do it no matter how hard it is!"
Chu Li heard it from afar, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a group of people at the booth explode with excitement at the order. He curled the corners of his lips in sarcasm: Yuanyue Publishing House used to be a standard publishing company that sold standard books, and everyone acted according to the principle of "standard". Now that the company is about to go public, everyone wants to stand out, and the fields involved are more numerous than before and there are good and bad people mixed together... These people didn't understand the new rules and took two solid steps, but they were in a hurry to run away, so naturally all the shortcomings that were covered up well in the past were exposed.
Liang Chonglang is not really stupid, he just pretends to be ignorant even though he knows the truth. He tries to be smart every day, but ends up losing more than he gains.
I took the elevator down to the underground parking lot and saw a man in a smoky gray sweater and dark blue jeans leaning against a familiar sports car. He was wearing a black mask and was half-sitting on the hood with his head down, playing with his phone.
The two legs are so long that they are hated by everyone.
Chu Li quickened his pace and trotted over. At the same time, Zhu Chuan heard the footsteps and stood up. He glanced at Chu Li and asked, "What's going on upstairs?"
"Lao Liang heard that you started to control the show like crazy when you arrived," Chu Li grabbed Zhechuan's arm and pulled him up, "If you were stuck in traffic today and couldn't get off, he might have been so determined as to extend the show until 5:30..."
"I got up at 10 o'clock in the morning and set three alarms," the masked man's voice sounded vague. He bent down and opened the alarm interface to show the girl in front of him, "I left home at 10:30. The traffic jam almost drove me crazy. I didn't even have time to eat breakfast..."
Chu Li paused in her stride, and loosened her grip on Zhu Chuan's sleeve. She turned around and looked into the man's calm eyes behind his mask: "What are you doing?"
"hunger."
"There's a lunch box on top. I only ate two green vegetables and saved the meat for you."
"..." The man raised his hand and patted her head as if he was caring for a mentally retarded person. "Also, I didn't mean to be late. There was no way I could do anything about the traffic jam on holidays. I arrived as soon as possible."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"I was afraid that when I was not around, you would have a fight with the people in the marketing department, and by the time I arrived, your body would have been cold, and then you would haunt me and ask me why I didn't show up to escort you as I promised..."
Zhuo Chuan finished speaking in one breath, and the two of them were already standing at the stairs - Chu Li felt that the emphasis of his words was a bit biased, after all, it was him who was selling the books, not her... It made it sound as if he was standing here today just because she couldn't leave him.
Ai.
This statement.
Chu Li looked back at Zhu Chuan and suddenly felt a little annoyed with the mask on his face, because with it she couldn't see clearly what expression was on the man's face at this moment...
"It's good that you can come," Chu Li retracted his gaze, raised his hand and tucked his loose hair behind his ears, "After all, you didn't have to come. Herman's book signing started in the afternoon, and the book fair was full of people. I know you hate crowded places, so..."
Chu Li paused for a moment, then emphasized: "It's fine as long as we can get there."
Zhuo Chuan said "hmm", took out his phone and checked Weibo, and found that at this time, people began to say in the comments "I'm in the queue", "As long as I'm in the queue, I won't be so angry", "If it weren't for "Luohe Divine Book", I really don't want to sell another book, even if it's a book from Yuanyue Publishing House"...
Zhuochuan slid his finger across the screen of his phone: "So do you regret it now?"
Chu Li: “What?”
"Did you choose Yuanyue Society?" Zhao Chuan put down his phone. "Actually, Gu Baizhi is right. Maybe Xindun is more suitable for you..."
"There are always annoying marketers, artists who are difficult to communicate with, and authors who are infuriating everywhere," Chu Li shrugged, "so there is nothing to regret. Who knows what new conflicts will arise in the vibrant New Shield Society..."
While the two were talking, they had already arrived near the Yuanyue Society booth.
I don’t know whether the readers who spread the news under Zhechuan’s Weibo got the news or Liang Chonglang found the group actors, anyway, the big sign [Fast Track for Buying “Luohe Divine Book”] was there, and the fast track was full of people...
On the stage behind the center of the Yuanyueshe booth, two cosplayers were taking photos with the last lucky reader. In the usual queue, the fans wearing their iconic fan support items had almost disappeared. Most of them were holding posters of "Luohe Divine Book" and tiptoeing to see how many people were in front of them...
The appearance of Chu Chuan made everything seem to be back on track.
Chu Li led Zhuo Chuan, but didn't dare to get too close to him - think about it, in the chaos, a tall, mysterious man wearing a mask interacted well with the staff of Yuanyue Society, and before and after the mysterious man appeared, the sales site of "Luohe Divine Book" quickly returned to normal order...
This matter seems a bit weird no matter how you think about it.
Arriving in the crowd, Chu Li had already let go of Zhe Chuan's sleeve, pointed the man in the direction of the lounge, and told him that there was food inside and he should go in quickly and not get hungry. He continued to stand outside and watch the scene - watching Zhe Chuan's fans pour in and take away sets, two sets, or even five or six sets of "Luohe Divine Book" on the booth as if buying a group...
The people in the marketing department were so happy that they couldn't stop grinning. They didn't even have time to restock the books. Most of the books that had been put in the stacking positions had been taken away by others... Chu Li and A Xiang simply dismantled the stacking positions and put the remaining books on the shelves.
After the express lane was opened at around 1:20 p.m., sales of "The Divine Book of Luo River" exceeded 3,500 within an hour... After receiving this rough statistical data, Chu Li let out a long sigh and finally relaxed. She was carried by Ah Xiang back to the backstage to drink some water. When she opened the backstage door, she saw Zhao Chuan sitting in her seat like an emperor, with an empty can of hot drink and an empty lunch box next to him.
……………………I don’t know who offered the sacrifice.
"...I'm working like a slave for you, and you're here to enjoy yourself, right?"
Chu Li glanced at the garbage pile next to Zhu Chuan. At this time, the man handed over a can of hot Red Bull. Chu Li took it. It was inconvenient to wear gloves when moving books outside. Her frozen and stiff fingertips immediately felt the temperature...
Holding a Red Bull, she moved her lips and was about to speak, when Liang Chonglang opened the door and walked in... This cheeky man with a flowery smile greeted Zhuchuan and tried to get close to him, saying nonsense like "Teacher Zhuchuan is here," "Have you eaten?", "You must have had a hard time on the way. There must have been a lot of traffic." -
At this time, Chu Chuan was already the author who had been made to cry by "children who really know how to cry and know where to cry". He knew exactly what had happened in the past two hours and who was the culprit, so he just responded to Liang Chonglang with a fake smile...
There is no enthusiasm at all, and sometimes even say something like "There's nothing we can do about the popularity of cosplayers," "How can we compare to the masked heroes who write articles?", "I completely understand your company's thinking. Who doesn't love money? I love money too."
Until Liang Chonglang took out his cell phone and asked to add WeChat.
Zhuo Chuan didn't react much either. Right under Chu Li's eyes, he said "Oh" and took out his phone to let Liang Chonglang scan the QR code. Liang Chonglang happily put away the phone and said, "Oh, everyone has worked hard to ensure the smooth launch of "Luohe Divine Book". Teacher, you see, Chu Li has been worrying a lot about the launch. She almost had a fight with our marketing department just now. She looked like she wanted to eat someone, it was so scary. Now that you're here, you have to calm her down and persuade her..."
Chu Li sneered loudly, wondering how a person could be so shameless.
Hearing this, Zhao Chuan glanced at Chu Li, who looked like a door god and a little eunuch, standing behind him, with a half-smile. He stretched out his long legs and said lazily, "How can I persuade her? You all know that she is like a little firecracker."
What I mean is, you should solve the problems yourself and don't drag me into them.
Apart from that, there is also an inexplicable tone of pride in the tone, as if saying “I’m the editor, so awesome, I’m not afraid anymore.”
Liang Chonglang failed to laugh it off, so he found an excuse and went out again.
As soon as he walked away, Chu Li kicked the tip of his foot: "Why did you add him on WeChat?"
"It doesn't matter whether we add more or not." Zhu Chuan said. "One more person won't make a big difference."
Chu Li stopped talking.
Zhuchuan sat up a little: "Why, can't we add it?"
"The reason why the marketing department only dares to play tricks on malicious people every day, and has not completely and openly climbed over our editors' heads, is because the editors hold the most critical point of author resources... If one day, they can bypass the editors and communicate directly with the authors, then Yuanyue Society will completely become their world." Chu Li glared at Zhao Chuan, "I told you before that the author is the weapon in the hands of the editor. Don't you agree with this view?"
"Yes."
"Now my weapon is going to end up in the enemy's scabbard."
“…”
Zhao Chuan sat on the chair and stared at Chu Li for a while. The atmosphere was a little solemn for a while. The man didn't understand how he became a little traitor just because he added a WeChat... After a long time, he bent down and took out a new box lunch from behind: "Eat first, eat first, your mouth can hang the soy sauce bottle."
Sit down for the first time.
He opened the chopsticks expressionlessly.
Silently opened the half-cold lunch box.
Pick up a vegetable.
Don't speak.
"Alright, alright, I've deleted it," said Chu Chuan, unable to bear it any longer. "It's deleted, alright, look, it's deleted."
As he spoke, he raised his mobile phone across the table. Chu Li took the man's phone without hesitation and took a look. Seeing that he had indeed deleted Liang Chonglang again, he returned the phone to him.
"Will it offend people?" she asked, and after a moment's thought, she added, "Although I'm doing this for your own good, the people in the marketing department are using sweet words, and I'm afraid you'll be fooled."
"You just remembered to ask this now, can you be more hypocritical?" Zhuo Chuan rolled his eyes at her, "I am afraid of offending someone, isn't it him, the Scallion Flavored Immortal, who did a series of inappropriate things today?"
Chu Li unexpectedly heard Liang Chonglang's WeChat name and laughed out loud.
This is the first time she has smiled clearly in almost ten hours since she arrived at the book fair.
The solemn atmosphere in the lounge was slightly dispelled. Yu Yao pushed the door open, took a look, and then closed it again. Then he said to Ah Xiang, who was standing by the door with a terrified look on his face, "It should be fine. They are laughing happily inside. I didn't see it. Teacher Zhechuan is really good at making little girls happy."
"...Then can I go in and have a drink of water?" Ah Xiang asked pitifully.
"... Wait a little longer, wait a little longer." Yu Yao waved his hand, "Hold on."
…
The book fair ended at 6pm that day.
At the end of the exhibition, the Yuanyueshe booth was still crowded with people, and there was a long line of readers waiting in line. Most of the readers in the line were driven away by the security guards who were clearing the venue. Naturally, they left with great resentment.
This resentment went straight up to the sky, reaching the ears of the heavens. Fans took photos and sent them to Zhaochuan's Weibo to report the situation at the scene... They didn't know that they didn't need to take photos at all, because their big brother was sitting there at the time, and saw the situation clearly with his own eyes -
Including how readers who wanted to buy books were forcibly driven away by security guards.
For the author, this would probably top the list of "intolerable events".
On that day, about 20,300 sets of "The Divine Book of Luo River" were sold, and 14,700 sets were left in stock... Readers wanted to buy it but couldn't, and the merchants still had some in stock. In other words, the root of all sin is: not enough time.
On the way back that day, Zhuochuan was driving and Chuli was sitting in the passenger seat, looking down at the official Weibo being bombarded with comments... When the car returned to the city, the ancestors of the senior leaders of Yuanyue Society were all questioned one by one, which really showed Liang Chonglang what a real "crying child is making trouble" is.
Liang Chonglang is still stubborn in the WeChat group——
[Conghuawei Langweixian: Let them make a fuss, as long as our sales target is met, that’s all. ]
There is actually something wrong with what he said.
At least it seems fine to the leader.
Chu Li put down her phone, glanced at Zhuochuan who was driving beside her, and yawned... In the corner of his eye, the man saw her squinting her eyes and looking extremely tired, and he yawned, revealing a pair of small fangs.
He retracted his gaze and swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
"…What do you want to say?" Chu Li leaned back in her chair, feeling drowsy from the heating. "Just say it. Don't hold it in. I can handle it."
Zhuochuan glanced at her in surprise but still said nothing.
Chu Li smiled and raised his hand to wipe away the tears from his yawning: "You want to say that Huangquan Inn belongs to Xindun Society, right?"
"I'm still hesitating," Zhao Chuan said calmly, "I promised to give you this book first. Now, apart from this incident, which is at the center of the storm, I can't explain to the readers of Yuanyue Society if I give Huangquan Inn to them, but..."
"but?"
"But you weren't the one who did anything wrong. I think it would be too much to punish you for this."
"...What do you mean by punishment or no punishment?" Chu Li smiled, looking extremely tired. "We are all members of the Yuanyue Society. If something goes wrong, no one can get out of it and take all the blame... As an editor of Yuanyue Society, I should hold your thighs and beg you not to give up on us, but will it work?"
"no."
Chu Li said “I knew it” and thought, you know how to feel sorry for me, but don’t I know how to feel sorry for you?
"So I won't make it difficult for you. If you really feel guilty about it, why don't you just write a long series for me in Moonlight?"
The man sneered.
Chu Li raised an eyebrow: "What are you laughing at?"
"You can't bear to be laughed at, you have to pick up a watermelon before losing a sesame seed," the man raised his hand and ruffled her hair, "You have been thinking about this for a long time, right?"
"No, no, I just thought about it temporarily... Oh, I just thought about it for a short while." Chu Li said seriously, "Drive carefully and don't try to guess what a girl is thinking."
Zhuochuan withdrew his hand and really drove the car carefully.
Chu Li held her phone and watched for a while as the WeChat group was overjoyed because they had "reached the designated sales amount". She found it annoying no matter how she looked at it, so she gave them a basin of ice water mixture in the winter.
[The navy hired by the monkey: "Yellow Spring Inn" was taken away by Xindun just now. "Candle" "Candle"]