Of course Zhang Zhong would not know that while he was chatting with Xu Yuhan over text messages, the neon outreach team of the Jiangyang Supporters Association had already been dispatched, and their team was getting stronger and stronger.
After one night, the Neon Outreach Group already has more than a dozen people, and unlike the previous stragglers, these dozen people are now organized and disciplined. How everyone promotes and what they say is decided by the president.
and the vice president personally direct and supervise.
Not to mention, although there are only a dozen people, it has really caused a small-scale discussion on the Neon Internet. After all, although the sales of this book in Neon Country are not very high, it is somewhat famous in itself. They
The publicity essentially acts as a catalyst.
In fact, if Zhang Zhong had seen this model of the Outreach Association, he would probably have incorporated these people into the ranks of the navy. However, unlike the navy who get paid to do things, these people are considered tap water, and they are tap water.
of premium water.
They know that just direct publicity online will not be effective, so they have a clear division of labor.
For example, on a well-known Neon forum, there is a post with a very eye-catching title.
"There is no Chinese novel that can be read."
Then someone refuted this person's words and said that China actually has better detective novels.
The first wave of opponents were also members of the outreach group.
In fact, there is no need for an outreach team to sing a double act. No matter where they are, people always like to express different opinions.
When seeing this title, it is inevitable that some people will want to make a different sound. It just so happens that Neon Kingdom has just recently put a book "Ten Little Indian Boys" on the shelves, so some Neon netizens took it out to refute it.
In fact, these netizens who retorted didn't even read the content of this book. They just looked for some information on the Internet. They saw that this book had an enthusiastic response in North America, so they couldn't wait to take it out and slap the poster in the face.
Then the poster must ask what exactly this book is about and what is so good about it.
There is no need for the outreach team to promote it themselves, these people will help promote it.
…
The tap water people have been making trouble on the major websites of Neon Country for several days, and finally achieved some results, and the sales of "Ten Little Indian Boys" have also increased accordingly.
This matter was also known to Chen Qing in China. Ordinary people could not tell that this was marketing, but Chen Qing synthesized all the information and immediately concluded that there was a wave of trolls helping to promote it.
Later, I learned that it was a spontaneous act by a group of book friends. Chen Qing still laughed in the office: It is really unreasonable not to pay these people some wages.
Of course it was a joke to pay wages, but Chen Qing also took action. The company had a batch of books signed by Zhang Zhong. He had asked Zhang Zhong to sign them and put them in the company before, just to deal with some necessary situations.
He took out twenty copies and sent them to Zhang Junwei, the president of the Jiangyang Support Association.
After Zhang Junwei got the books, he distributed them according to membership levels.
…
"Master, there are benefits in the meeting. As the deputy leader, you can get an autographed book. I will send it to you?"
When Luo Wei sent this message, Yushou Xinyu was working hard to promote it online. When he saw this message, his hands on the keyboard suddenly stopped.
An autographed book. He may be the first neon countryman to get a book autographed by Zhang Zhong. He almost cried.
This deputy leader is worthy of his role.
"Okay, okay, I'll send you my address, Neon Country XXXX" Mitate Xinyu quickly sent his address.
Real estate agent: "You are also in Neon. Are you an international student? It's too far. I don't offer free shipping."
Mitate Shinyu: "It's okay, it's okay. I'll pay for the postage. Give me your account number and I'll pay you the postage now."
Real estate agent: "Don't rush to call me yet. I'll ask how much the postage is first and I'll tell you later."
Mitate Xinyu: "Okay, okay, we must hurry up, Luosang."
…
The translation work of "The Wandering Sea Ball" has almost been completed. What Zhang Zhong needs to do now is to go back and make some adjustments to the entire translation.
But he is not in a hurry to do it now, because Pengpeng's summer camp has ended, and Teacher Qin said he will be back at three o'clock this afternoon.
Zhang Zhong looked at his watch and saw that it was already early three o'clock.
He didn't want to go to school to pick up Pengpeng, because the school would send the students home one by one. Teacher Qin would call when he was about to get home, and he just had to stand at the door and wait.
Just as he was thinking about it, Teacher Qin called and said that their car would arrive at his door in about two minutes.
Zhang Zhong walked out of the study with his mobile phone. Hu Huifang and the others suddenly stood up in the living room, "Is Pengpeng home?"
"Well, they say we can reach the gate of the community in two minutes."
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go out and wait."
Before Zhang Zhong could react, the old couple had already ran out.
Pengpeng went out for ten days, which made them both very anxious. The first few days were fine, but in the last few days they were talking about it every day, and they were wiping tears while talking on the phone with Pengpeng.
Of course Zhang Zhong also misses Pengpeng, but not like the two of them. After all, old people tend to be sentimental, and they also raised Pengpeng.
The three of them waited at the gate of the community for a while under the bright sun, and then the school bus drove over.
Teacher Qin pulled Pengpeng out of the car.
"Teacher Zhang, uncle and aunt, Pengpeng has been sent back."
"Thank you, Teacher Qin."
Teacher Qin said with a smile, "You're welcome, I got on the bus first, there are still many students who haven't been sent back."
"Well, Teacher Qin, please be busy."
After Teacher Qin left, Hu Huifang held Pengpeng in her arms, Zhang Xingjun pulled the mini suitcase, and Zhang Zhong held her small schoolbag. The whole family walked around Pengpeng like stars in the sky and walked into the house.
"Pengpeng has lost weight." Hu Huifang looked at Pengpeng in her arms and said with some distress.
Zhang Zhong pouted at the side, saying this was a bit unscrupulous. He saw that Pengpeng not only did not lose weight, but even gained a little weight. It was obvious that this summer camp was very nourishing.
Pengpeng didn't care about the topic of whether she was thin or not. Instead, she grabbed her grandma's shoulders and started to count her fingers with Zhang Zhong, "One, two, three, four...ten, dad, I haven't eaten popsicles in ten days.
Then can I eat one, two, three, four...ten, ten popsicles?"
In fact, it should be eleven days, two popsicles a day, which is twenty-two popsicles. However, Pengpeng’s upper limit is that she only has ten fingers, so she can only count ten popsicles.
However, Zhang Zhong firmly abides by the principle of expiration and invalidation and does not agree to Peng Peng's application.
And seeing that Pengpeng was getting fatter, he decided to reduce his daily intake of two popsicles to one popsicle per day.