In the evening, Zhang Zhong received another call from Chen Qing.
He originally thought that Chen Qing was calling to discuss copyright matters, but he didn't expect that as soon as the call was connected, Chen Qing said: "Teacher Zhang, do you usually write calligraphy?"
"Write it, how did you know?" Zhang Zhong said a little strangely.
"There is news on the Internet that one of your calligraphy has been sold for 200,000 yuan, and it is still rising." Chen Qing said.
"My words?"
Zhang Zhong immediately thought of the calligraphy he had given Liu Feng before, but he also felt strange. Would Liu Feng, a person who spent money to buy bad calligraphy, sell his own calligraphy for such a small amount of money?
But even though he thought this was unreasonable, Zhang Zhong could only think of him.
Of course, it may not be my own words.
"What's the word?" Zhang Zhong asked.
"It's a poem. I looked at the picture, but I don't quite understand what the poem means."
Zhang Dian nodded and said, "Send me a link and I'll check it out myself."
"Okay, I'll send it to you later. Actually, you don't need a link. It's very popular online now. I just browsed your tweets, and netizens are asking whether it is true or false." Chen Qing
explain.
"Okay then, I'll go and see for myself."
After finishing speaking, Zhang Zhong turned on the computer and looked at his own comments. The comments under the latest post were indeed asking whether the words were true or false, and they also attached pictures.
Zhang Jian opened the picture and looked at it, then he couldn't help but frowned.
The picture above turned out to be a limerick he had written casually before to ridicule Zhang Huaizhen.
If this calligraphy could be spread, there is only one possibility: Zhang Huaizhen himself spread it.
Moreover, Zhang Huaizhen also named this calligraphy "Steamed Bread Post".
Zhang Zhong has never seen such a shameless person!
As for netizens asking him if he wrote this word, it was difficult to answer for a while. Although the meaning of this poem is not very good, the word was indeed written by him.
It was said on the Internet that this calligraphy was sold for 200,000 yuan. Zhang Zhong didn’t believe it. Let’s not talk about whether he has the influence. Now everyone is not sure whether this calligraphy was written by him, but someone is willing to pay so much.
money?
He thought for a moment and realized that this was probably a drama directed and performed by Zhang Huaizhen.
Zhang Huaizhen is definitely trying to make money by using his name like this.
What Zhang Zhong can do now is not to respond. He can tell what happened before, or reveal Zhang Huaizhen's face, but he doesn't think this will have any impact on Zhang Huaizhen. After all, Zhang Huaizhen is already so thick-skinned.
This is so bad. Now that Zhang Zhong has come forward to talk about it, it has just proved that the words were written by him.
As long as there is no certainty that the calligraphy belongs to him, Zhang Huaizhen will not be able to sell the calligraphy.
…
Just when Zhang Chong was closing his computer and getting ready to go to bed, far across the ocean in California, the leisurely Stuckart walked to Norton Bookstore with a cup of coffee.
As soon as she entered the bookstore, she saw a large poster standing at the door with the cover of "Flowers for Algernon" printed on it.
"Why do you want to put out a poster now?"
Stuckart muttered to himself, but then he saw that there was not only "Flowers for Algernon" on the poster, but also another book.
There is also a line in the middle: "Flowers for Alger" is the author's latest masterpiece, "Ten Little Indian Boys".
"A new book is out? So fast?" Stuckart raised his eyebrows. This speed is really incredible.
With curiosity, she walked to the new bookshelf and found the book "Ten Little Indian Boys" next to "Flowers for Algernon".
"It should be another science fiction novel." Stuckart thought to herself, but the label on the bookshelf was "suspense." She also thought: "Suspense science fiction, or science fiction suspense?"
Before she opened the book, a handsome blond man walked up next to her. When he saw "Ten Little Indian Boys" in her hand, he showed a clean and charming smile, "Did you come here specifically for this book?"
"Specially? No, I just happened to see this book when I came in because I had read the author's previous books, so I was a little interested." Stuckart said.
"Oh, that's right." The blond man nodded, "I thought you saw the announcement on the Internet."
"Announcement on the Internet? What are you referring to?" Stuckart asked curiously.
The blond man smiled and said, "It's pvs.zhang's Instagram. He has posted the release news of this book on Instagram before. I thought you came here specially after seeing the news."
"Oh, it turns out he has Instagram, but it doesn't look like he has many fans. Otherwise, the bookstore shouldn't be just the two of us now," Stuckart said.
"Their publicity work is really bad, but I think there will be people after a while. After all, it's still early and the bookstore has just opened." The blond man smiled and picked up another book from the bookshelf.
"Ten Little Indian Boys" and said, "I'm leaving first. This book is very heavy and you can't finish it in a bookstore."
Stuckart looked at the handsome blond guy's back and thought that he must like pvs.zhang very much, so he chose to buy it without even reading the book.
She shook her head and opened the book again.
"Oh, the style at the beginning of this book is quite different from the previous one."
"Well, the writing is beautiful."
"Are they all going to the same island? It certainly doesn't look like science fiction."
"It's even more different than the last one."
"Are these people guilty? Is what was said on the radio true? Will that nursery rhyme come true and they will all die?"
"Someone died!"
"Someone died again!"
An hour later, Stuckart finally emerged from the tense plot.
"Who is the murderer?"
She didn't finish the book because time didn't allow her and she had to rush to school to attend class.
Stuckart put the book under his arm, and then he realized that many people had gathered around the bookshelf, all of whom seemed to be here for the new book from pvs.zhang.
It seems that their propaganda work is not as bad as imagined.
…
This time, with the publication of the English version of "Ten Little Indian Boys", Provoking Literature has made more complete preparations. The first printing has been directly set at one million copies, and they are also ready to print more at any time, as long as the momentum continues
Get up, and the machines in the printing factory will start moving quickly.
Originally, it would take some time for the English version to come out, but because Zhang Zhong gave me the finished manuscript, it saved Agitated Literature a lot of time, so it was able to be released earlier.
As for versions in other languages, it will be slower because you need to wait for the translation to come out.
The sales of "Ten Little Indian Boys" on the first day were not very large, with a total of only 80,000 copies in a dozen English-speaking countries. However, compared with the previous "Flowers for Alger", it was already much better.