"Hello, is this Li Fang?" Lin Hongbiao answered in a loud voice on the other end of the phone. It was just that the background sound on the phone sounded a bit noisy.
"How is Li Fang? Have you left the audio to Yang Jianguang?"
"You let him sell slowly and don't be in a hurry. After all, he is still young and it is normal for him to like to try. It doesn't matter if he can't sell it. I have guessed it a long time ago."
Hearing the boss's proud voice on the phone, Li Fang's mouth twitched and his voice was weird.
"Boss... just now, Yang Jianguang has sold out 30,000 Walkman units."
As soon as these words came out, Lin Hongbiao was suddenly confused.
Did you hear it correctly?
This is 30,000 Walkmans, not 30,000 jins of Chinese cabbage! Besides, it is impossible to just sell 30,000 jins of Chinese cabbage!
Lin Hongbiao, who couldn't figure it out, gritted his teeth and asked Li Fang again.
After hearing what Li Fang said, Lin Hongbiao opened his mouth wide and couldn't believe it was true.
He shook his head. This could only mean that Yang Jianguang was really lucky.
There are 30,000 units of Walkmans. There are really fools who would hoard so many at once.
And it's not too early or too late, just before Hongbiao and several other major manufacturers want to develop channels in the central and southern Shanghai region.
Thinking that he had confidently said that Yang Jianguang would give him a try, but now he was slapped in the face, Lin Hongbiao couldn't help but blush, and said impatiently,
"Okay, okay, that's it, then come back early!"
Lin Hongbiao hung up the phone dejectedly, and a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses next to him asked a few questions out of curiosity.
This person was the editor-in-chief of the publishing house that Lin Hongbiao contacted, named Xinwu.
After hearing what Lin Hongbiao said, Xinwu couldn't help but laugh.
This friend of mine specializes in music player, but he was actually slapped in the face.
But while smiling, he became very curious about Yang Jianguang.
He had read the book "Zhu Xian" several times, and he couldn't help but marvel at the various wild imaginations in it.
Xinwu is even more certain that once this concept of Xianxia is launched, it will definitely become a popular new category of novels just like the popular martial arts novels now!
A young man who pioneered the concept of Xianxia was also able to keenly seize business opportunities and earn tens of millions of yuan by relying on Lin Hongbiao's Walkman. And according to Lin Hongbiao, this Yang Jianguang seems to have done some research on VCDs...
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Such an all-rounder certainly made Xinwu unable to help but have a strong curiosity.
Thinking of this, Xinwu couldn't help but said, "Old Lin, the Walkman is sold out now, how about you arrange for me to meet this Yang Jianguang you mentioned?"
But what surprised Xin Wu was that Lin Hongbiao stopped and shook his head. "I'm afraid it's inconvenient during this period."
Seeing the confusion on Xinwu's face, Lin Hongbiao smiled slightly. "It's not that I won't let you see him, but I'm afraid he won't be able to return to Pengcheng during this period."
"Ah?"
"Xinwu, you don't know something. Yang Jianguang made a bet with me this time..."
After Lin Hongbiao finished speaking, he shook his head and sighed, "VCDs, a valuable thing that sells for tens of thousands, are not as easy to sell as a walkman with tens of hundreds of dollars. I guess Yang Jianguang won't be able to return in less than half a month."
It’s Pengcheng.”
Hearing this, Xinwu suddenly realized, but as he walked, he couldn't help but joked,
"Later, he sold out all these dozens of VCDs and came back to Pengcheng early. Wouldn't that be embarrassing for you?"
"How is this possible?" When questioned, Lin Hongbiao shook his head firmly and said confidently.
"Don't I know about VCDs? If it's really easy to sell, I won't stop doing this business!"
"Let me put it here today. Even if Yang Jianguang sold flowers today, it is impossible to sell these VCDs before the end of this month!"
Xinwu nodded without any hesitation and said yes.
Lin Hongbiao said it right. There are still too few people in demand for VCDs today, and there are only a few people who can afford them.
There are almost sixty VCDs, and it is still overestimated to sell them within a month.
The two chatted while walking, and stopped at the door of the publishing house's office.
Before pushing the door open and going in, Xinwu also directly said "guaranteed."
"Old Lin, don't worry. I have convinced the boss to print out 100,000 copies of the first batch of manuscripts. If they sell well, I will print another 1 million copies and sell them. I guarantee that your little brother will not suffer any loss.
"
Hearing this, Lin Hongbiao also nodded with satisfaction. "Okay, I'll bother you then."
As the editor-in-chief, Xin Wu has the authority to finalize the publishing cooperation. He only needs to present it to the boss for his signature.
Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for the boss to refute his editor-in-chief, so signing the contract this time is just a formality.
Saying that, Shinmu who was standing at the door knocked on the door.
Soon, the boss's voice sounded inside, "Xinwu, right? Please come in."
"Let's go, I've contacted the boss, let's just go in and sign the contract."
Saying that, Shinmu also smiled and confidently opened the door.
But when he looked up and saw the person sitting in front of his boss, his smile suddenly froze.
This person is Lin, the deputy chief programmer of Tianhai Publishing House. He has always been jealous of Xinwu's editor-in-chief position and is trying every means to overthrow Xinwu. Therefore, the competition between the two in the publishing house is fierce.
Taking a deep breath, Xinwu ignored Cheng Lin and handed the prepared contract to his boss.
"Boss, this is the publishing contract for "Zhu Xian" that I just prepared to sign. Please take a look."
But before the boss Zhang Xiong could nod, the sharp and harsh voice of Cheng Lin next to him rang out. "Boss, you can't promise him this!"
I had already opened my mouth to sign a contract with Lin Hongbiao, but now something suddenly happened.
Xinwu's face suddenly darkened, and he scolded in a cold voice. "Cheng Lin, what do you mean?"
"What do I mean?" Cheng Lin put his hands on his hips and pointed at the contract.
"Who is the author here? What's his name? He's from Beicun. He's not famous at all, and he's giving you a ten-point commission?"
"And the content is neither earthy nor foreign! Even the gods appear in the opening chapter? No one will read this kind of novel on the market!"
"I seriously suspect that you took the kickback and harmed the company's interests!"
"You fart!" Xin Wu was angry and shouted back unceremoniously.
"Have you read the novel "Zhu Xian"? It has novel themes and ups and downs in the plot. It is definitely a benchmark for the future! It can surpass the existence of martial arts!"
"Let alone ten o'clock, even fifteen o'clock to sign, I feel like I am taking advantage of others!
Seeing that the two of them were about to fight, Zhang Xiong frowned and stopped the two of them.
In fact, as the boss, Zhang Xiong had received this novel from Xinwu before.
But to be honest, he wasn't very optimistic about this novel, but Xinwu insisted on signing it, so he couldn't say anything.
"Xinwu, what Cheng Lin said makes sense. I've seen this "Zhu Xian". Although the subject matter is new, after all, this is the world of martial arts..."
Zhang Xiong's words immediately made Xinwu Expressive feel a little embarrassed.
He didn't expect that he had made so many contributions to this publishing house. Zhang Xiong actually didn't want to believe in him?
At this point, Xinwu still refused to give up and said through gritted teeth. "Boss, don't worry, I am very optimistic about this novel and it will definitely sell well in the market!"
"Xinwu, the market cannot be determined based on one person's vision." Cheng Lin shrugged and said disdainfully.
"Anyway, this is just a preliminary attempt. It will be enough to print 10,000 copies of the first volume."
"Besides, if you print so much, what if you lose money?"
Hearing this, although Xinwu wanted to argue a few words, he was stopped by his boss Zhang Xiong.
"Okay Xinwu, just do what Cheng Lin said!"
Zhang Xiong coughed lightly and came to a conclusion. "After all, this is a new theme. Whether it can be sold is still a question."
"In order for the publishing house to avoid losing money, let's try selling 10,000 copies first!"
After signing the contract, Xinwu looked at Lin Hongbiao with some embarrassment.
"Old Lin, I'm sorry, I didn't expect such a thing to happen!"
"Don't worry, let's make 10,000 copies first and sell them. I believe that after the sales are good, the boss will naturally agree to print more!"
Hearing this, Lin Hongbiao didn't know what to say.
Just now, the boss Zhang Xiong and the vice president programmer Lin looked down upon "Zhuxian" in various words. If it weren't for the fact that Xinwu is an old friend, he would have thrown away his sleeves and left!
The two chatted for a while, and then Lin Hongbiao drove all the way to his factory, but he had a headache on the way and didn't know how to explain this to Yang Jianguang.
Fortunately, Yang Jianguang would not be back for more than half a month, and Xinwu promised to print "Zhu Xian" and send it to various markets this week.
In more than half a month, it should be possible to increase the sales of "Zhu Xian" and print more copies.
When Yang Jianguang comes back, I guess it won't be so embarrassing.
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At the same time, Shang Hai.
After selling all the VCDs, Yang Jianguang greeted Mr. Tea Egg and prepared to pack his things and return to Pengcheng.
Before leaving, Yang Jianguang left the sales department number of Hongbiao Machinery Factory to Hu Mengxuan. While there was still time, he helped the uncle clean up the yard and left a wad of money under the uncle's pillow.
After doing all this, Yang Jianguang picked up the box, took a deep look at the courtyard behind him, shook his head with emotion, and rushed to the train station without stopping.
After leaving, I don’t know how long it will take to return to this city.
On the way to Pengcheng, Huang Mao and Dazhi called each other.
Huangmaodai people tested three cities in Jiangsu Province and found that the price of walkie-talkies in the ancient capital of the province was on the high side and could be sold for around 120. Now they have settled down in the ancient capital.
Dazhi found a prefecture-level city called Linjin in Dongshan Province. Although the Walkman there could only be sold for eighty or ninety-one units, it was unexpectedly popular...
Hearing that the two of them had stabilized, Yang Jianguang couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.
Put down the phone and look outside the green leather car. Behind you are the hills and fields passing by quickly.
It is now early August, and all the golden rice in the fields has been harvested, replaced by patches of green and robust rice seedlings.
As the wind blew, they were cheering and jumping to see Yang Jianguang leave.
Looking at this scene, Yang Jianguang rarely felt a trace of lofty sentiments.