Chapter two hundred and sixty eight: on the shelves
Fang Jing has been home for two days, but what he doesn't know is that Shooting Condor has become popular, offering one-stop services such as promotion, enfeoffment, Sanjiang, home page recommendation, and editing.
The collection has grown from a few thousand at the beginning to more than 50,000 before it is put on the shelves. It is certain that the first order will be yours.
This achievement is considered good on the Liangde martial arts channel. The last person to receive this kind of treatment was Swordsman.
"Boss, congratulations. I heard that your subordinates have published another magical book." Editor Ziliang congratulated Changhe as soon as he met him early in the morning.
The salary of their editors is linked to that of their authors. If the authors write well, their salary will be higher.
"You're welcome! It's okay! It's just so-so. It's not even close to Fang Jing's book. Your supernatural channel is also good, and the little dragon called that one is also very powerful."
"Don't mention it." Zi Liang grimaced when he mentioned the supernatural, "Operation Net Cleaning, the city and the supernatural are the hardest-hit areas, and they are almost sealed off."
"You can't write ghosts, you can't feudal superstition, you can't go bloody, you can't write about the Maoshan sect, you can't write about the fight scenes between the male and female protagonists below the neck, in short, you can't do this, you can't do that."
"All the authors I've worked hard to support have left. That little dragon has been banned for four or five books. Now I hear he's going to be a fairy tale writer."
"Oh! Take care!" Changhe patted him on the shoulder, "Brother, it's not going well for me either. The road ahead is long and difficult. Come on!"
In the past few days, he had been recommending The Legend of the Condor Heroes, and the editor-in-chief came to ask him if he had received a red envelope from the author. Is this a martial arts book that he recommends every day?
Fantasy and urban are the most popular ones. Basically, these two channels are the most recommended on the home page every week, and the greats are also there.
"Why write about martial arts? Isn't it good to engage in urban entertainment?" This is the thought of most authors in the .asxs.com forum. "You can't make a living out of your dreams."
After putting down his bag and making a cup of hot coffee, Changhe turned on his computer and started working, encouraging himself: "It's another day full of energy! Come on!!"
"Hey! People feel refreshed when happy events happen! It's different when encountering a good book!" the screenwriter of the supernatural zone said sourly.
"I'm guilty, I'll treat you to lunch!"
At this juncture, Changhe didn't dare to offend these supernatural bosses. Didn't they all get angry? They even dared to attack the editor-in-chief at the meeting yesterday.
The scene was like a quarrel, with spittle flying everywhere, and now the editor sees them all taking a detour.
More than 400,000 books were magically sealed overnight. I don’t know how many editors have to live on steamed buns and instant noodles this month.
Fortunately, the martial arts channel is safe and the fire cannot burn his side.
"Big windmill...the scenery here is so beautiful...the sky is beautiful, the ground is beautiful..."
Humming a song, Changhe logged in to his employee account. The first thing he did was check if there were any updates to Legend of the Condor Heroes. This little tree was a little aloof and unsteady, and he couldn't add his Penguin account dozens of times.
If anything happens, you can only go to the comment section to find someone!
"Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms!"
"Brilliant! You can tell by the name that it's a powerful martial arts!" Looking at the newly released chapter, Changhe hurriedly clicked in to read it.
He has been chasing this book, and Cui updates it on time every day. Yesterday, the Northern Beggar Hong Qigong just showed up, and Huang Rong helped Guo Jing practice martial arts. He has been waiting for it for a long time.
"Don't use the hidden dragon. The flying dragon is in the sky. If you see the dragon in the field, you will regret it if you overpower the dragon..."
"Hiss!" Changhe was shocked. This author is a bit awesome. He even included the Book of Changes, and the key points are so relevant. When he heard the name, he sounded superior.
This reminded him of Fang Jing's Xiaoao and Dugu Jiujian, which was written in a few sentences that were incomprehensible. How the mountains and rivers are changing, the seven or eight are the same, and it's like clouds and fog.
But it’s just because I can’t understand that I seem so cool!
Pretending to be invisible, this author has the potential to be a great writer, his writing style is on par with Fang Jing, and his story is no weaker than Xiao Ao, or even a little stronger.
"wrong!!"
Changhe was stunned for a moment, but he realized after a while, "I wonder why this writing style is so similar to Xiaoao? It couldn't have been written by the same person, right?"
"It seems that Fang Jing did say that he will continue to publish books in the future. If he didn't say it or write it, is it normal to change his vest?"
"Wow!!"
Pushing the chair away, Chang He scratched his head and walked towards the contract signing department. He wanted to read the author's information on The Condor.
If Fang Jing is really successful, he will definitely be able to pay off his mortgage this year with this reputation.
"Fang Hui?"
Fifteen minutes later, when I looked at my signature at the bottom of the contract, it was messy. The copy of my ID card still said that I was underage, less than fifteen, and a junior high school student.
"This is written by a junior high school student about me swallowing feces and committing suicide!"
I was puzzled, my originally smooth hair turned into a chicken coop, and I leaned on the desk, with dandruff falling all over the floor.
Changhe didn't know why he came back. The words "impossible" were all in his mind.
"Crack!"
"This is so unscientific!"
Chang He slapped the table like crazy, everyone in the office area was startled, dozens of looks came to him, and Chang He apologized quickly.
"Everyone, I'm sorry, something happened just now, a mistake, a mistake! You continue."
"Crack!"
Just as everyone lowered their heads, there was another noise! Several editors who were already in a bad mood took stools and walked towards the river.
"I remembered, he also has a sister with the same name." Chang He suddenly realized, "The small tree will not grow straight until it is repaired. At first I thought she was an old man from Yingkou!"
"Alas! What are you doing? Why are you taking the stool? If you have something to say, please say it. I didn't mean it."
…
The Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon pushed the Shooting Condor to a new g-spot, and the same sentence was written all over the comments section that day.
"Author, your editor said it will be released on Friday, so you can update it!"
"Author, your editor said it will be released on Friday, so you can update it!"
"Author, your editor said it will be released on Friday, so you can update it!"
Private messages in the background were not answered, and Changhe couldn't contact anyone, so he could only use this method to notify Fang Jing. Fortunately, the book friend was quite capable and helped him up.
"We meet in the sea of people, and we gather and disperse outside of reunion."
"Wake up on the windowsill, waiting for the moonlight to shine down."
"Don't be too sad, believe that fate is still there"
"Let the clock swing slowly, ticking, ticking, waiting for you to come."
…
On the third day of Fang Jing's star trip, a female online anchor suddenly rose to prominence, attracting hundreds of thousands of fans because of her song "It's Not Because I'm Lonely."
In a short period of time, the song reached the top 20 in the online song rankings, and Wang Yuanyuan's name was exposed to the public.
It's just that the name of the song's songwriter is Anonymous.
On the fourth day, Star's One Day Tour was broadcast, which included a scene of Wang Yuanyuan squatting in front of Fang Jing's house. This girl became even more popular.
There is no one else who chases songs to other people's homes.
And Fang Jing’s line “Don’t tell others” made the audience laugh out loud.
"Come and see what the man squatting in front of Fang Jing's house looks like?"
"Miss, do you know where Fang Jing is? Am I handsome? What is his family like?"
"How much did this song cost? I also want to buy one. Is it convenient for the host to reveal the price?"
At nine o'clock in the evening, the rehearsal for the club's singing event ended. Wang Yuanyuan broadcast live on her mobile phone in her dormitory as usual. Within a few minutes of the broadcast, the popularity was extremely high, seven or eight times higher than usual.
There are also several millions of popular masters doing rounds!
It took her a long time to figure out what was going on from the dense barrage.
"Ahem! This song was not written by Fang Jing. You guessed it wrong!" Wang Yuanyuan explained that Fang Jing had repeatedly asked her not to tell anyone, so of course she couldn't.
"We all understand what Fang Jing said! I asked you not to reveal it, and you said you were afraid of trouble, right?"
Wang Yuanyuan was dumbfounded, how did these people know? Oh my god, she never said anything!