Fame starts with the radio

Chapter 566
In Northern Publishing House, Qin Muyun stood in their boss's office full of righteous indignation and roared like thunder.

"Why? Why only print a thousand copies? It was agreed to be [-] copies earlier! Lao Li, you can't handle things like this! We are still college classmates, are you giving me face?"

Li Jing, the boss of the publishing house, knocked on the table.

"Old Qin, I printed a thousand copies for you just to give you face, otherwise, there would be no copies! Didn't you find other publishing houses before you came here? Who dares to print science fiction novels now? There is no market for this thing ah!!!"

"This time "Country Teacher" is different, it won the Tianma Award!!!"

"Except you, who knows the gold content of the Tianma Award? Tell me, how many books have I printed for your magazine in the past few years? Which one has sold more than 10,000 copies? You still owe us [-]+ The money hasn’t been settled yet, I’ll hold all these things for you..."

Li Jing sighed, got up and patted Qin Muyun's shoulder, and said again.

"Old classmate, you have to understand me. Although I am the boss of the publishing house, the publishing house is not run by my family. Now the people below have great opinions. And you also know that the publishing industry is a sunset industry. You Life is not easy, our life is still difficult, to be honest, I am already taking a big risk to help you print 1000 copies this time."

Qin Muyun opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Li Jing waved his hand and said in a low voice.

"Old Qin, don't think too little. To be honest, if you don't give me a penny, I will print it for you first. This is already against the principle. Although a thousand copies are less, if you really can't sell them, Then you will lose even less."

Seeing Qin Muyun not moving, Li Jing sighed to persuade him again.

"How about this, you take away the thousand copies first, and if it really sells well, you give me back the money, and I promise, I will work overtime overnight to print for you, and I will definitely print 100 copies next time. No, as long as you If you have money, let alone 1000 copies, I can print [-] million or [-] million copies for you at full capacity!"

……

In the courtyard of the publishing house, Xiao Zhao got off the big rented truck and was dumbfounded after seeing a thousand volumes of books.

"Editor-in-chief, didn't you say [-] volumes? Why is that so much?"

Qin Muyun looked back at the publishing house, sighed and shook his head.

"Don't mention it, it's not because of lack of money."

"Then our car..."

Xiao Zhao pointed to the big truck he had rented, and he said it, if he had known it would only be a thousand volumes, he would not have wasted money on renting a car.

Depressed, the two asked the truck master to go back, and then asked the company's employees to drive over in a private car.

After pulling up the book, I excitedly ran to the bookstore I used to work with, but was turned away again.

"No, no, who still reads science fiction now? The tattered books you sent the year before last are still in the warehouse, and no one came to pull them out for half a year. Remember to pull them away this time! If you don't pull them, I'll sell them as waste paper! "

Including editor-in-chief Qin Muyun, there were 9 people in total, and they drove three cars. There were 3000 copies of "Rural Teacher" when they came, and more than [-] copies when they returned...

Looking at the broken car, a group of people were speechless.

"Editor-in-Chief, these big bookstores look down on people, why don't we try to find some Baoting, my uncle opened one, not far from here..."

Xiao Zhao enthusiastically gave advice to everyone, but after the report was over, his uncle went crazy with a broom.

"Get out, get out of here quickly, how can a nephew cheat on your uncle, the broken books you sent last year haven't been sold out yet, and they pile up here every day, I don't even have a place to sleep, so hurry up and take me away... ..."

Xiao Zhao: ...

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On this day, the nine of them drove three cars, wandering around the streets of Shangjing for a whole day, and really didn't sell a single book during the whole day...

"Editor-in-Chief, why don't you forget it."

Teacher Da Liu sighed, took out a red plum worth 3 yuan and gave Qin Muyun one.

"Everyone knows that you have tried your best, but the reality is in front of you. Write, no one writes, read, no one reads. We haven't paid wages for half a year. You just rubbed off a thousand copies with your shame, and you can't sell them. Drop...I think...or forget it, we all have families and businesses, or..."

His expression was gloomy, as if he wanted to say a question that everyone had thought about, but at this moment, Qin Muyun turned his head to encourage everyone's morale.

"Comrades, Mr. Ling has already transferred the copyright of "Country Teacher" to us for free, that is to say, if this book is printed, if we can sell it, we will deduct the publisher's expenses, and the rest will be our own Ah, do you know what this means? It means 45 yuan, and we can earn at least 40 yuan a book. If we sell this thousand copies, it will be 4 yuan. Eight of us will share, one person That’s 5000 yuan! The old Li of the publishing house said that if these books are sold, he will print 10 copies for us. Comrades, if we sell all of them, we can earn 10 million. Individuals can get at least 400 yuan! At that time..."

"Editor-in-chief! I told you to stop dreaming, okay? Don't say 10 copies, we can't sell even a single one now! No one reads science fiction these days, let alone novels, paper books are all I have lost rare things, no one reads anymore, and everyone is playing with their mobile phones..."

Teacher Da Liu raised his voice, but the others were silent.

Seeing that the atmosphere was about to become awkward, Xiao Zhao came out to smooth things over.

"How about this, there are 1000 books, let's just divide them into groups, 9 people are divided into 3 groups, each group has 333 books, and the chances of selling them separately are better."

Xiao Zhao winked at the colleague next to him, and they understood, and immediately separated the agitated Mr. Liu from Qin Muyun.

So, with 3 cars and 3 groups, Xiao Zhao took Qin Muyun and another colleague to the north.

After driving for a while, he saw Qin Muyun's expression calm down from the rearview mirror, and then he smiled and suggested.

"Old Qin, you are the leader, save face, just wait for me and Xiaochun to go down and set up a stall, and you can just stay in the car and give us remote command."

"What a face, how much is it worth? Don't talk nonsense, I'll let you see what a practice booth is."

Qin Muyun snorted, and then laughed and told everyone about how they practiced stalls when they were young.

"When our magazine was first established, every afternoon the president would take everyone to various places to practice stalls, and he would sell better than anyone else. At the end of the month, half of the income would be used to give everyone benefits. This has almost become a reality. The tradition of our magazine...

At that time, all of us liked science fiction, and we gathered together from all over the world, for our own dreams, for the things we liked, and lived a fulfilling life every day..."

While speaking, the car drove to the gate of a university, and Qin Muyun praised with a smile.

"Xiao Zhao chose a good place. These days, those who read books are college students. Let's go, I'll take you to the practice booth."

(End of this chapter)