After returning home from the exam, Yang Jianguang also received a call from Xinwu.
When he heard the news about the huge sales of "Soo Sin", he couldn't help but smile a little.
Although the current profit is only 180,000 yuan, according to the contract, Yang Jianguang's share is only tens of thousands of yuan.
But this is only the first step. You must know that after the Pengcheng fire, the next step will be the market in Guangdong Province and even the whole country.
In the current era when there are no online articles, the quality of "Zhu Xian" is there, what it lacks is just a little popularity.
Furthermore, there are only one or two volumes printed now. It’s hard to say what Zhu Xian’s other volumes are. The number of words is definitely too large to satisfy the needs of everyone.
With more than one million words, Yang Jianguang would feel sorry for this phenomenal novel if it did not print out ten volumes.
Then, at Xinwu's stubborn request, Yang Jianguang reported his bank card number and promised to send the next 100,000 words to Xinwu's mailbox later.
Hearing this, Xinwu was overjoyed and smiled so hard that he quickly assured Yang Jianguang that he would seize the time to print the third volume and make Yang Jianguang's reputation popular in the country.
Yang Jianguang didn't pay much attention to this.
He didn't intend to take the cultural path. He originally brought out "Zhu Xian" just to seduce Lin Hongbiao, a fan of novels.
Of course, if Xinwu is willing to torment Yang Jianguang, he should let him. Regardless of whether he is interested in continuing to write novels in the future, at least from Yang Jianguang's point of view, a bad ending is completely unacceptable.
When Yang Jianguang continued to say a few words and was about to hang up the phone to say goodbye, Xinwu suddenly slapped his thigh, and when he realized it, he almost forgot about Mr. Zhong.
"Brother Jianguang, Brother Jianguang, etc. One more thing is this. Professor Zhong Wenhua from Peng University is very interested in your "Zhu Xian" and wants to meet you to discuss the development of "Zhu Xian"
content."
Zhong Culture?
The professor at Peng University wants to see me?
Yang Jianguang was stunned for a moment, a trace of confusion flashed across his face. Just as he was about to refuse, Xinwu's words came again.
"Mr. Zhong is the most famous professor of literature in Pengcheng and the president of the Literary Association. This time "Zhu Xian" can be recognized by so many people, Mr. Zhong has contributed a lot..."
"...One more thing, brother Jianguang, don't underestimate Mr. Zhong, he has great influence in Pengda. Aren't you in the third year of high school? It only takes a few words from him to admit you in advance.
"
Hearing this, a trace of astonishment flashed across Yang Jianguang's face.
Enter Pengda in advance?
Yang Jianguang shook his head, but he didn't take this matter to heart. Xinwu said it so simply. Peng University is not inferior to the top ten famous schools, how can it be so easy to get into.
However, after hearing that Mr. Zhong defended and promoted "Zhu Xian" many times, and even went against others for "Zhu Xian", Yang Jianguang felt a little grateful in his heart.
This Mr. Zhong is really a sweet-tempered person, and he even doesn't hesitate to anger the people of the Literary and Art Association for a novel he likes.
After hesitating for a while, Yang Jianguang spoke up.
"Well, Boss Xinwu, I may go to Pengcheng this weekend or next weekend. If I arrive in Pengcheng, please introduce me to Mr. Zhong."
"Okay, brother Jianguang, don't worry, I will definitely tell you!" Xinwu was overjoyed and said impatiently.
Yang Jianguang was able to meet with Mr. Zhong, and he managed to go along with the flow, regardless of the favor, and with the help and communication between the two, what kind of classic hits could they create?
On the other side, after hanging up the phone, Yang Jianguang also thought silently for a while.
Agreeing to go to Pengcheng to meet Mr. Zhong was actually just one of the reasons for going to Pengcheng.
Over at Hongbiao VCD, Lin Hongbiao had called many times to tell him that the equipment was about to be installed and that the first batch of VCDs would be manufactured soon.
As a major shareholder accounting for 50% of the shares, it is really not good not to take a look at it.
It just so happens that I have three days off after the entrance exam. If I find a reason to take one day off, a trip to Pengcheng should be enough.
After making up his mind, Yang Jianguang put aside the matter and picked up a book to read.
There are three exams tomorrow, and this is the top priority.
At the same time, Yongzhong.
After the test papers were collected and preliminarily bound, Yongzhong's English teachers gathered in the teacher's office one after another to prepare for marking the English test papers.
Because this exam is related to the selection of top students in the first class, the test papers of each class are specially bound with seals for cross-correction.
Of course, for veterans like Zhang Ping, binding is of little use.
After a few soft-spoken exchanges with the teacher who was holding the test papers for her class, Zhang Ping got two stacks of test papers belonging to her class with a proud look on her face.
One pile is for the good students whose exam numbers are at the front, and the other pile is for the poor students whose exam numbers are at the back.
Without thinking, Zhang Ping threw the test papers of the poor students into the corner, picked up the test papers of the good students, and began to correct them.
The first test paper is listening questions.
Right, wrong, wrong, right, wrong...
After correcting the first question, Zhang Ping frowned slightly.
It seems that the questions in this exam are a little more difficult than I thought. This good student made so many mistakes.
She patiently made changes one after another, but Zhang Ping frowned more and more.
The first test paper, with a total score of 85 points, failed!
And judging from the neat appearance of the paper, it is no surprise that he is a good student.
Zhang Ping's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly turned to the test paper at the back and started correcting it.
91 points, 87 points, 79 points...
Suddenly, Zhang Ping's face suddenly fell.
Only one of three good students passes, so you can imagine what the overall score of Class 6 will be!
Fortunately, she looked around and saw that the other teachers also had sad faces, so she breathed a sigh of relief.
After more than twenty minutes, Zhang Ping put down the pen in her hand with a frown and silently rubbed her eyebrows.
There were more than 20 test papers for good students, and only 7 of them passed. If it hadn't been changed to one with 110 points, I'm afraid Zhang Ping would have collapsed on the spot.
She thought that her test scores would not be very good, but she never expected that they would be so bad!
The English teacher from Class 5 next to me also showed a bitter look and threw the test paper on the table.
"Teacher Zhang, Teacher Luo, how is your class? Are there any outstanding ones?"
Teacher Luo from Class 7 next to him waved his hand, "Don't mention it. The highest score is 101 points. I have to shave my head."
When the teachers nearby heard this, they all responded with sad faces.
The results of this exam were really a mess. Even the good students in some of the poorer classes did not get 100 points after they were reformed.
Listening to the complaints from the teachers around her, Zhang Ping felt a flash of joy in her heart for no apparent reason.
She suppressed her laughter and complained nonchalantly.
"Sigh~ Our English scores in Class 6 are not very good either, just one hundred and one."
One hundred ten?
As soon as these words came out, the other teachers suddenly looked envious.
"Teacher Zhang, your youngster from Class 6 is still very good. He should definitely be the first in the whole school."
"Yes, no wonder the Teaching Office made your Class 6 a top class. Where is the foundation?"
"Hey, what are you talking about? If you do so well in the exam, it's because Teacher Zhang teaches you well."
Listening to the compliments from the teachers around her, Zhang Ping felt so happy that she almost flew to the sky.
"No no,"
But in the end, Zhang Ping still waved her hand, suppressed a smile, and said modestly,
"Our school is still known as Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. How can one hundred and one be the first? What if there is one who is one hundred, two and one hundred and three..."
But before Zhang Ping finished speaking, Teacher Zhu from Class 4, who was silently correcting papers, suddenly exclaimed and stood up in disbelief.
"Let me go, there is actually a 130-year-old in our class!"
The smile on Zhang Ping's face suddenly froze.
The teachers who were surrounding Zhang Ping just now suddenly rushed to the side of Teacher Zhu from Class 4.
The flattery comes one after another.
"Teacher Zhu, you are awesome. The people in the teaching office have said that if you can get 120 points in English this time, you are already at a level that can win prizes in competitions. You are here even if you are 13 points!"
"I'll go and let me see. It's indeed 130. It's so difficult to get so good in the test. Teacher Zhu, you must be so awesome!"
"Oh my god, let me tell you, this school should let the teachers with the best grades teach the top classes!"
Seeing Teacher Zhu being praised by other people, Zhang Ping felt sour in her heart.
Isn't it just one hundred and three? What's so great about it?
Look at how successful you are as a villain, bah!
Zhang Ping, who was so jealous that she cursed inwardly, angrily picked up the pile of test papers from the poor students and started correcting them nonchalantly.
Although the test papers have not been corrected, Zhang Ping does not feel that there is anyone in her class with better grades.
After all these good students have finished their corrections, and a bunch of poor students are left, what good results can they get?
Soon, seven or eight test papers were corrected.
As expected, the results were disastrous.
The highest score is only 60 points, and the lowest score is only over 30 points.
A pile of rubbish and a waste of my time.
Zhang Ping became more and more irritable and became a little impatient while correcting the test papers.
I just want to finish correcting this pile of rubbish papers quickly and get off work early.
While thinking about it, she casually turned over another test paper, holding the pen with two fingers and casually scrolling it up.
Who is this idiot? His writing of "yo" is not bad, but it is of no use. Isn't an idiot still an idiot?
There are twenty multiple-choice questions in this section. Can you answer three of them?
Oh, you're lucky, the first choice was c.
Zhang Ping had a sarcasm on her face, made a random check, and lazily looked at the next answer.
Well, c? The second question is actually correct.
Sure enough, if you write so many questions carefully, it would be more correct than choosing all c's.
The third one is right again.
The fourth, the fifth...
Until the entire item was revised, Zhang Ping nonchalantly checked the last check mark when her body suddenly froze.
Wait, the test paper was just revised...
She turned around in disbelief and saw that in the test paper in front of her, all the twenty individual choices were correct!!!
How is this possible? A bunch of poor students, have they corrected their mistakes?
Zhang Ping refused to believe it, and went to correct the answer again with her eyes widened.
Still absolutely right!
Impossible, this is impossible!
How lucky do you have to be to guess them all correctly?
An unbelievable thought came to her mind, and her eyes unconsciously looked at the question below.