Cao Weidong, Ding Pinghou, and Wang Shouyi were drinking tea in the room.
Cao Weidong sighed.
"The publication of Zhu Xian's single volume is actually entirely due to Mr. Ding and Mr. Wang. Today I will drink tea instead of wine and propose a toast to you two."
"Weidong, you are out of touch when you say this. This is what I should do, and I am indeed optimistic about Zhu Xian. This is actually my choice."
Ding Pinghou said calmly.
After a complete break with Qian Youdao, he used his personal connections to find a bookstore and successfully published the single volume of "Zhu Xian".
A total of 3,000 copies were printed this time.
It’s a test of the waters.
Wang Shouyi felt a little uneasy.
“I don’t know how this batch of single volumes is selling?”
"After all, Mr. Cao is a new writer and has never produced a masterpiece before. I'm afraid..."
Ding Pinghou said calmly.
"I believe in Mr. Cao's ability, and the quality of the book is indeed good, so his grades should not be bad..."
On the surface, he looks calm and as steady as an old dog, but in reality he is very panicked.
This was his desperate gamble.
Not only was the compensation spent, but a lot of money was invested in the coffin for my own retirement.
It would be nice if it succeeded.
If he fails, there will be no place for Ding Pinghou to cry.
Cao Weidong also said.
"Time will prove everything, I have confidence in Zhu Xian."
He is really confident.
After all, later generations have proven the value of the book "Zhu Xian".
In the field of fairy tales and fantasy, this is a landmark literary work.
While chatting, the phone rang.
Lou Xiaoe walked over to answer the question.
After a while, he pushed open the door of the tea room and said to Ding Pinghou.
"Mr. Ding, I'm looking for you."
In the 1960s, Hong Kong City also had telephones.
However, it is extremely rare, and only a few units and individuals have installed telephones.
Ding Pinghou's magazine had a telephone installed before, but unfortunately he has left the magazine, so naturally there is no phone to use.
Fortunately, Cao Weidong's suite No. 1 also has a telephone installed.
So Ding Pinghou, after obtaining Cao Weidong's consent, left the phone number here.
Ding Pinghou walked over and picked up the phone.
He hummed a few words and then put down the phone.
Ding Pinghou walked back to the tea room with a calm expression.
Wang Shouyi was puzzled.
"Old Ding, who called?"
Ding Pinghou replied.
"Oh, it's Zhang Lei, the director of the distribution department of Longfei Books."
Longfei Books is a well-known bookseller in Hong Kong. The first volume of "Zhu Xian" was printed by Ding Pinghou on his behalf.
Wang Shouyi frowned.
"What's the matter with him? We've already settled the balance, so it stands to reason that there shouldn't be any contact..."
"Zhang Lei said that the feedback from readers has been overwhelming and the number of phone calls requesting further printing has been overwhelming. He asked us if we want to continue pursuing printing."
Ding Pinghou couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into laughter.
Then he excitedly said to everyone.
"Comrades, we succeeded!"
"Zhu Xian, it's on fire!"
.......
"Zhu Xian" is a hit!
After the first single volume was released, readers were hooked.
So they recommended each other.
At that time, newspaper literature was popular in Hong Kong City, and a large number of new works flooded into the market every day.
However, most of these novels have been lost to the public.
It’s rare to find a novel with explosive reputation and an online plot, so people naturally want to take a peek.
As a result, readers rushed to Feishushe and requested to buy "Zhu Xian" by name.
However, only 3,000 copies of the first volume of "Zhu Xian" were published.
Most people simply can’t buy it.
"What? Only three thousand copies were printed? What did you think?"
Readers are dissatisfied.
The clerks at the bookstore were at a loss for a while when faced with the enthusiastic readers.
The ancient "Sandu Fu" caused the price of paper in Luoyang, but today it is difficult to find a book like "Zhu Xian".
Suddenly a reader shouted.
"It's useless for us to tell them. These people are just working. We should call Longfei Bookstore!"
"Yes, we ask for additional printing, and we ask for reminders!"
As a result, Longfei Bookstore’s phone lines were inundated with calls.
Zhang Lei is sitting in his office.
Suddenly I heard a "pop" sound.
Then a short, fat figure rushed in.
This person is our president.
As soon as he came in, he started talking.
"Why did Zhu Xian only publish 3,000 copies? Now they are gone?!"
"Are you a pig? You have only printed 3,000 copies of such a popular book. Do you know that the readers outside are now going crazy and want to read Zhu Xian by name?"
"With such a large volume, 3,000 copies are not enough. At least give me another 30,000 copies!"
"..."
Zhang Lei is full of grievances.
Don’t blame me for this.
Aren't we the printing agent? Who knew "Zhu Xian" could become such a hit?
He said weakly: "President, we printed this book for Lao Ding. You see..."
"I don't think so. Why don't you tell that guy Ding Pinghou that you still want me to teach you?"
Zhang Lei responded and dialed the number of Cao Weidong's residence.
"Hello? It's me, yes, yes, yes, we will start printing more copies now. Thirty thousand... No, no, our president said, we will print fifty thousand more copies!"
"What's the cost? As long as you agree to sell all these books on our behalf, we can give you a 30% discount..."
"Yes, yes! Okay, that's it, then I'll make the arrangements!"
"..."
That afternoon, the first batch of people who got the book were already reading it happily.
They are immersed in the strange and magnificent world of cultivating immortals and cannot extricate themselves.
"It turns out that this is the world of cultivating immortals... I'm a fool, this is too much of a fool's errand!"
They began to hate themselves for not studying well when they were young.
Because they found out.
I don’t even know what words to use to describe the book "Zhu Xian".
I have been worried for a long time.
I can only squeeze out four words.
Damn it, awesome!
……
In less than half a day, the second batch of "Zhu Xian" was completely sold out.
Readers flocked to Longfei Bookstore and began to buy other books out of desperation.
As a result, the sales of other books also increased significantly, which made the person in charge of Longfei Book Club smile so hard.
So after communicating with Ding Pinghou, Longfei Publishing House began to publish the third and fourth batches.
Ding Pinghou calculated the accounts with a smile.
These batches of separate volumes have brought them huge profits.
He was even thinking.
You can start thinking about buying a house.
This house must be in the best location in the Central and Western District, and the area must be large...
Da da da!
Cao Weidong moved his fingers on the tabletop, making a rhythmic sound.
Ding Pinghou and Wang Shouyi looked over together.
"Everyone..."
Cao Weidong said seriously.
"What do you think next?"
Ding Pinghou was stunned for a moment.
"What ideas can we have for publishing the next few volumes of Zhu Xian?"
Cao Weidong shook his head.
"Then what?"
Ding Pinghou and Wang Shouyi looked at each other, a little confused.
"Then what else?"
Cao Weidong said with a smile.
"I have a suggestion, why don't we also set up a magazine?"