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The next morning.

The warm winter sun shines on the office building of Modu Publishing House.

At this moment, the conference room was filled with awe.

Li Mingchuan sat on the second seat in the conference room, and beside him were dozens of senior executives who were over half a century old.

It was the first time in nearly three years that he took the second seat in the conference room.

It was also the first meeting where all these old guys were present.

He picked up the thermos cup in front of him, opened it and took a sip.

"Gollum!"

Somehow, the hot black wolfberry water smelled like gunpowder.

Li Mingchuan closed the thermos cup, expressionless, without saying a word.

"The editor-in-chief has not been in charge of the publishing house for several years. Deputy editor-in-chief Li is usually in charge of meetings to make decisions. Why did he suddenly notify the meeting today? Could it be that he is retiring?"

"Thinking too much, according to the length of service, he will not be able to retire until the Chinese New Year is over next year!"

"Then what is this meeting for?"

Not knowing why, many executives communicated in a low voice.

"I heard that deputy editor-in-chief Li made a decision yesterday to print 100 million copies of the online novel "Zhu Xian" that I got a while ago, and promote it according to the standards of top works. This news made people stab the old editor-in-chief That!"

"What! 100 million copies of online novels will be printed?"

"Deputy Editor-in-Chief Li is crazy, right?"

"Crazy or not, I don't know, but you didn't see so many old people who usually don't go to the meeting come. Today's meeting is definitely not easy!"

A lot of discussions circulated among dozens of people.

Soon.

The door of the conference room was pushed open.

An old man with gray hair and a tunic suit stepped in.

He walked into the conference room.

Instead of sitting in the first seat, he walked straight to Li Mingchuan.

The old face stared at him seriously: "Xiao Li, Chinese New Year is coming soon, what are you making a fuss about every day?"

In the words, it seemed that a senior was reprimanding the junior.

The old man's words were not loud, but everyone in the conference room could hear them very clearly.

A majesty spread out with the old man's words.

There was sudden silence all around.

All eyes gathered to look at Li Mingchuan.

Li Mingchuan didn't change his face, and said: "Editor Xing, why am I making a fuss?"

The voice was not loud, but there was a faint sense of momentum, and he was not defeated by the other party's momentum.

Hearing this, the old man glared at him angrily and said, "What about the one million online novels?"

Li Mingchuan said lightly: "I think that "Zhu Xian" is not inferior to Mr. Jin's martial arts back then, it has the qualifications to be popular!"

The old man's complexion sank, and he didn't respond directly. Instead, he turned around and sat on the first seat, glanced coldly at Li Mingchuan and said, "Do you know what you are talking about? This "Zhu Xian" is an online novel. What is the comparison with the works of famous masters such as Lao Na?"

"Which famous artist didn't start from being unknown?"

Li Mingchuan asked back.

Xing Daomu's old face showed deep anger: "That can't be an online novel. How many online novels have been published in the past few years that can sell millions of copies?"

He has one more year to retire.

Since entering the publishing industry, for more than 20 years, in the first 20 years, he had a sharp eye in the ups and downs of the book sea, and created many best-selling books. In the next [-] years, although he failed to make any major contributions to the publishing house, he was also diligent. There has never been any fault in this part.

And Li Mingchuan's move is tantamount to gambling.

If it was a few years ago, it would be fine to gamble, but if he gambled when he was about to retire, it would be tantamount to betting on his reputation.

If "Zhu Xian" doesn't sell well, the notoriety will be recorded on his resume.

Li Mingchuan saw Xing Daomu's thoughts at a glance, and said lightly: "Editor Xing, I have made decisions about the matters before and after the release of "Zhu Xian". If there is a problem, I will fully bear it!"

Thinking flashed across Xing Daomu's cloudy eyes, and his heavy complexion eased a little.

Since Li Mingchuan took the initiative to take responsibility, it would naturally not have much impact on him.

However, since the meeting is held, I still have to say a little bit.

So, he coughed twice and said, "Xiao Li, I don't care about responsibility, I just think that online novels are not a good channel, so don't waste too much time on it!"

Li Mingchuan frowned, not to be outdone, and said: "Editor Xing, times have changed a lot, and I think online novels will be the trend of mainstream works in the future!"

When Xing Daomu heard this, his cloudy eyes wrinkled slightly, his face showed dissatisfaction, and he glanced at the other people in the conference room: "I don't agree with your point of view. Internet novels have been developed for three years, and I haven't seen any good ones in the past three years. How can we talk about trends when works appear? What do you think?"

The voice fell.

The meeting room was quiet for a moment, and only for a moment.

"I think Editor-in-Chief Xing is right, there is no future for online novels!"

"That's right, anyone can write online novels, and its threshold determines the quality of the works will not be good!"

"I also agree with Editor-in-Chief Xing's point of view!"

Some old-school executives or senior editors below spoke one after another.

They didn't mean to pursue Xing Daomu, but simply felt that the new thing of online literature was not good.

For this scene, Li Mingchuan had expected it.

He glanced at the people in the conference room lightly, and said: "Then you can take this opportunity to express your attitude, let me see who thinks that online novels have no future, and who agrees with me and thinks there is a future? "

……

A meeting ends quickly.

Li Mingchuan sat in the office with a blank expression on his face.

Drinking with a thermos in hand.

But his heart was full of anger.

All because of the final vote at the meeting just now.

More than [-]% of the top executives are not optimistic about online novels, and there are actually many young people among them.

This surprised him.

If the concept and pace cannot be consistent, then there will be problems in the development of the publishing house.

After thinking for a while, he glanced at "Zhu Xian".

Sometimes the facts are the most convincing.

"Editor Li, you are looking for me!"

The beautiful secretary pushed the door open and asked subconsciously.

Li Mingchuan nodded: "How many copies of "Zhu Xian" have been printed?"

"There should be 20 volumes." The beautiful secretary thought about it.

Li Mingchuan thought for a while and said, "This "Zhu Xian" should be popular, how many reservations are there in the bookstore?"

The beautiful secretary hesitated for a while and said: "If you don't count the self-operated bookstores, the total order volume of the other dozens of books does not exceed [-]!"

"No more than one hundred thousand?"

Li Mingchuan frowned instantly.

There are dozens of cooperative booksellers, and there are estimated to be hundreds of these booksellers' stores, but even [-] books have not been ordered.

"Yes, when they heard that it was an online novel, they basically rejected it!"

The beautiful secretary said helplessly.

Li Mingchuan hesitated for a moment, and said, "I'll contact them in a while, you first distribute 20 volumes to your self-operated bookstore, and at the same time increase the publicity, I want to see results this week!"

"Okay!" The beautiful secretary replied.