My Sister is a Bit Ruthless

  Chapter 451 Market saturation is not high

  Seeing that Jin Dazhi was still hesitating, Leng Yuanyuan's little fat melon took the notebook and slowly put it into his little rabbit schoolbag, and said sadly:

  "Our country is over. Apart from caring about the interests in their pockets, none of these businessmen have national, humanistic, and artistic feelings at the same time.

  Before, my sister once told me that with the advent of the Internet age, traditional culture and art will become more and more marginalized, and our era will become more and more utilitarian. I still don’t believe it.

  But I believe it now. "Leng Yuanyuan turned around, pulled up the corner of Su Yichen's clothes, and whispered, "Brother Su, let's go. "

  "Children, please stay here--" Su Yichen and Xiao Yuanyuan only walked to the door when they heard Jin Dazhi's retention.

  Jin Dazhi himself is not only a business-minded businessman, but also a cultural communicator with a sense of mission and social responsibility.

  The feelings of Xiao Yuanyuan are also the feelings he had and now.

   Speaking of traditional culture and art, he has played an indelible role in the dissemination and promotion of the poetry culture of Zixu City.

  He emphasized the role of publicizing traditional culture at a dinner with the director of the Education Bureau of Zixu City.

He is one of the direct promoters of the "Tang Feng Song Yun" poetry contest founded by Zi Xu Yitai.

  In the past few years, Zixu Business Publishing House has published a large number of poems and works even when the market is sluggish. This is absolutely inseparable from Jin Dazhi’s national, cultural, and artistic feelings.

   Although he is not very enthusiastic about chess art, he is both traditional art. In terms of developing intelligence and shaping personality, chess and poetry are the same.

   Xiao Yuanyuan’s emotion resonated strongly with him.

Before Xiao Yuanyuan came, she did enough homework.

   "You little baby is not easy." Jin Dazhi sighed in his soul to Xiao Yuanyuan, and his eyes looked at Xiao Yuanyuan with a little more admiration and surprise.

   "So, uncle still doesn't believe that this thing can make money, right?

  This kind of textbooks are not highly saturated in the Zixu regional market and the overall market in China. You should not have so much confidence in its market prospects.

Uh... Next, I will write a letter to explain the urgency and necessity of promoting traditional culture and art..." Xiao Yuanyuan saw that Jin Dazhi changed his mind, more like it was out of emotional factors rather than out of the market. factor.

  This is obviously not what Madoka is satisfied with.

   "Market saturation?" Such a concept came out of the mouth of a little **** kid, which made Jin Dazhi feel incredible.

  He was finally willing to accept Xiao Yuanyuan’s request for cooperation. Think of it as an investment in traditional art, and as a strong support and great encouragement to the promotion of cultural construction by the geniuses of Hua Elementary School.

  "Now you show me the notebook just now."

  "Here you are." Xiao Yuanyuan took out Lin Wanru's notebook from her bag and handed it to Jin Dazhi.

  Although Jin Dazhi does not understand chess, he reads his notes carefully.

  After a while, he closed his notebook and looked at Xiao Yuanyuan with his clear eyes, "You haven't told me whose work it is."

"This is my mother's work. My mother's name is Lin Wanru. My father is no longer there. My mother has a heart attack again." Xiao Yuanyuan tried her best to promote Lin Wanru's work this time. She wanted to help her fragile mother. Self-realization,

   "I hope my mother can accompany us further. If she knows what she means to the world, she will be very happy—"

  Leng Yuanyuan remembered that God of War's father spoiled herself and her mother so much before he was alive, but suddenly passed away, and he didn't even see his father for the last time.

  Thinking about it, Yuanyuan’s tears gushing down like spring water.

  At that moment, she was not playing the sympathy card, she was really sad.

  "President...This is..." Han Yu, the editor-in-chief of the publishing house, came to look for Jin Dazhi. Seeing that the president's office had become a tear-jerker scene, he instantly became petrified.

  ……

  ...Just when Leng Yuanyuan was busy with Lin Wanru's self-worth, Lin Wanru and Leng Siyu, Leng Tiantian and Xia Chong Chong were waiting for the news of Xiao Yuanyuan at 0101.

   "Yu'er, what the **** did the little guy do?" Lin Wanru has asked Si Yu more than once.

   "I'll find out in a moment." Leng Siyu blinked her big clear eyes. She said that Xiao Yuanyuan's "magnification" was just a casual comment.

  ……

  …………A few hours later, Leng Yuanyuan, Su Yichen and a middle-aged woman came to Lin Wanru’s home in Fenghuang Community.

  "Mom, this Auntie Han is the editor-in-chief of Zixu Business Publishing City. She has taken a fancy to your chess textbook and asks if you have any publishing intentions?

  I have already negotiated with them, and Zixu Business Publishing House will bear the market risk. "In the living room, when Leng Yuanyuan introduced visitors to Lin Wanru, his big eyes flashed slyly.

  Su Yichen told Qiu Duoer and Xia Chongchong, Leng Tiantian:

  "The so-called fancy is actually the result of Xiao Yuanyuan's efforts to promote the game, because initially this publishing organization was not interested in chess, and had not published a chess textbook before.

   Before finding the publisher, Xiao Yuanyuan did a market research.

  She and I went roughly to the major bookstores and sellers in Zixu City.

   Xiao Yuanyuan was surprised to find that there were basically no chess teaching materials on the bookshelves of Zixu City Bookstore and other retail booksellers, and there were at most a few super masters.

  So Xiao Yuanyuan found Jin Dazhi of Business Publishing House and analyzed the market prospect of Aunt Lin's chess teaching materials with him.

  Ghostly little Yuanyuan made Jin Dazhi accept Aunt Lin’s chess textbook without publishing any intentions. "

  After listening to Su Yichen's description of Xiao Yuanyuan's work, Qiu Duo'er, Xiao Chong Chong, and Xiao Tian Tian were all sighed.

   "Huh?" Lin Wanru never thought that she, an unlearned person, would have the opportunity to turn his random graffiti into typeface, and the publisher would still bear the market risk.

  How could she be unhappy with such a thing that has all the benefits but no harm?

  "If you have no comments, please fill out this form first."

  Han Yu took out a folder from the black briefcase, and then took out a book information collection form from the folder for Lin Wanru to fill in.

  Its content roughly includes the author’s name, author’s introduction, book content introduction, number of words in the manuscript, publication requirements, contact information and manuscript outline, etc.

  "I will give you the electronic file in a few days." Lin Wanru said to Han Yu after filling out most of the information.

  "The president said that he hopes you will submit the manuscript as soon as possible. This is my phone number. Please feel free to contact me if you have any questions." Han Yu took a business card and handed it to Lin Wanru.

  After that, Lin Wanru, with the help of Xiao Yuanyuan and Leng Siyu, and Han Yu further negotiated issues such as book titles, pricing, profit sharing and other publishing details.

After sending away Han Yu, Lin Wanru was so happy.

  She grabbed Leng Yuanyuan’s little cheek and banged and banged, and almost gnawed off a piece of meat from her little cheek.

   "Mom, take your time." Seeing Xiao Yuanyuan's face flushed red by the big mother leopard abuse, Si Yu was frightened.

   "Cut, I don't know the weight?" Lin Wanru raised her eyebrows, and Feng stared, "She is the flesh that fell from my body."

  Lin Wan is really happy.

  She has never had such a sense of accomplishment at this time in her life.

  I originally thought that I was just a waste material who likes sideways and tricks, but I didn’t expect that one day my hobby could become my own business.

   "Mom, don't expect too high expectations for this economic benefit." Seeing Lin Wanru smile from ear to ear, Leng Siyu worried that Lin Wanru would be more disappointed if his expectations were too high.

   "Can't you say something good?" Lin Wanru pouted, and Feng Siyu glanced coldly at her.

  (End of this chapter)