Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

As the center of the vortex, Yang Liu, who happens to have the same name and surname as the protagonist of "Song of the Earth", is naturally attracting everyone's attention now.

However, unlike what everyone imagined, he himself showed a calm attitude of staying out of the matter completely, and even had the mood to surf the Internet every day, and whenever he was free, he began to send a bunch of messy messages to Qiao Jing——

"The drama version of "Song of the Earth" has finally been officially announced! Universal celebration.jpg"

"Ahhhh my goddess! My goddess wants to take part too!"

"Damn, the same name has different fate, I really want to wear the willow in the book/Cha Lemon/Cha Lemon/Cha Lemon"

"By the way, the first edition of the book will be sold online tomorrow. I'm wondering if the owner of Xinglan Publishing House is out of his mind. Why is the first print of the Chinese version going to be pre-ordered and delivered within seven days? Brother Qiao, are you sure Yan Will He Qingda really send me a copy? I'm sure I won't stay up late and set the alarm clock to snatch it."

On the second day after adding this one, Qiao Jing regretted it.

——Because he can chatter better than other pigeons!

Moreover, this Yang Liu is not only a chatterbox, but also a fanatical star-chaser. He posts red carpet photos of his goddess on Moments and Space every day. People who don’t know may think that he is a dead house or a star-chaser. kind.

Because of some well-known reasons, Qiao Jing's tolerance for Yang Liu can be regarded as very high.

But even so, within two days, Qiao Jing was still so annoyed by him that he simply blocked the other party directly, keeping his mind at peace while out of sight.

Anyway, if something really happened, he thought, 008 would tell him.

Turning off the phone, Qiao Jing got up and went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water.

He was not surprised to find that someone was standing in front of the oven, his eyes were fixed on the temperature above, and his expression was serious, as if he was thinking about a big business worth tens of millions.

"When did you come?" he asked.

"Half an hour ago." Jing Xinglan said seriously, still staring at the oven without blinking, "Is there something wrong with your thing?"

Qiao Jing paused while drinking water, and said truthfully, "I've never used it before."

When he was alone at home, he didn't even turn on the fire very much, and usually just a pack of instant noodles.

"Forget it, I knew it wouldn't work to ask you," Jing Xinglan sighed, "When Teacher Qiao comes back, I'll ask him. He lived with you for a while before anyway."

He looked at Qiao Jing with very gentle eyes, his tone was helpless and tolerant, and he looked like a kind old father.

Qiao Jing: "..."

He decisively changed the subject: "I heard that the publishing house will hold pre-sales for the first print, what's going on?"

"Ah, this," Jing Xinglan finally came back to his senses, and explained, "Because the popularity of "Song of the Earth" can be said to be unprecedented. The supply will exceed the demand, and in the end it will be in vain for those counterfeit book dealers and speculators."

Qiao Jing frowned slightly: "It's just a book, what about it?"

"Of course," Jing Xinglan said sternly, "Although it is only the Chinese version and does not include overseas, this is the first printing after all. And don't worry, the pre-sale is just in case. Our factory is open these days Printed at full capacity, there are 720 million copies in stock, and at least 300 million more copies can be produced in the next seven days."

The business field is Jing Xinglan's specialty. Qiao Jing heard him call at home before, saying that he must take this opportunity to build the reputation of Xinglan Publishing House, and stop letting it keep sucking blood from the head office without generating any income every year. Yes, so I nodded and accepted the statement.

Let's hope it goes as planned then, he thought.

And on Weibo that night...

"Grandpa, the show you've been waiting for is finally announced!"

"Hahaha, this time it's the real official announcement."

"Damn, this cast list, this sponsor and publisher, just looking at the list makes my scalp tingle."

"1. When has the entertainment industry seen such a battle?"

"I went online for a while two days ago, and I was really surprised. Many foreign actors also want to act in this drama, and there are more than one! Is "Song of the Earth" so popular abroad?"

"What do you think? I'm studying in Northern Europe. In such a big country, I drive across the border for hours, and there are students who ask me to help buy the first edition of "Song of the Earth"!"

As soon as this comment came out, it immediately reminded everyone that the physical book of "Song of the Earth" was about to be sold, and everyone expressed:

"Laughing to death, who would buy the first edition of the book? It's all in black and white. You have to spend this money. It's expensive and hard to buy. I hope all the fans here don't buy it. I'm here to test the poison and save everyone's wallets."

"The bad old man is very bad, you think I don't know your tricks?"

"We usually call each other sisters and brothers, but we don't talk about martial arts at critical times, right? Okay, at midnight tonight, my aunt will accompany you to the bloody battle to the end!"

"I heard that the stock is limited, and the hands are fast and the hands are slow. Good guy, it's time for my roommate's fascia gun to debut again."

"Rush for me! Until the stock is out of stock! Old thief Yan quickly write me 2 ahhhhhhhhh!!!"

"Maybe Yan Heqing doesn't want to write anymore after making enough money, refer to the fj old thief next door who is obsessed with mahjong..."

"Bah! Yellow-mouthed kid, don't be so foolish as to confuse the army!"

008 suspected that rather than reinstalling the system and rebuilding it, he might have died laughing in the Weibo comment area.

Qiao Jing watched helplessly as the little black cat continued to make strange noises from its throat, and dumped himself into the pillows with a smile on his face, his tail swayed back and forth in the air like an electric shock, revealing a pink and tender flower that needed to be coded underneath. chrysanthemum.

No wonder Jing Xinglan always wondered if it had Erha's blood. He thought, if he didn't know that 008 is actually an artificial intelligence beyond the times, Qiao Jing would definitely feel that there was something wrong with this cat.

He sat on the sofa and looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but yawned a lot.

It's almost ten o'clock, and Qiao Cunzhi hasn't come back yet. It seems that his father must have dinner outside tonight, so there's no need to wait.

"I'm sleepy," Qiao Jing got up and said to 008, "I have to deliver books tomorrow, so I'll go to bed first."

008 is incredible: "Don't you wait until zero?"

Qiao Jing was also confused: "Why should I wait until midnight? I am the author, so I don't want to grab the book."

"Then you don't want to know how the sales are?"

"It doesn't matter if you wake up tomorrow morning," Qiao Jing said calmly, "And let's make a bet, tomorrow morning, I can know the sales volume without you saying a word."

008 blinked his round cat eyes.

What do you mean?

The question persisted until the next morning.

When Qiao Jing woke up, Qiao Cunzhi had already left. He rubbed his eyes in a daze, got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to wash up. He had just finished brushing his teeth and washing his face. There was a knock on the door outside.

He paused to wipe his face with a towel, but he just called "Come in" and didn't go to open the door for the other party.Because Qiao Jing knew that someone would definitely be impatient to come in.

Sure enough, the next second, there was the sound of a key turning at the door.

"Qiao Jing," Jing Xinglan said excitedly as soon as he saw him, "Do you know how many pre-sales were sold last night?"

Before Qiao Jing woke up, he casually said a number in a daze: "Two hundred and five?"

"How is it possible? Six times as many as 500! Nearly [-] million copies!" Jing Xinglan stretched out five fingers with an astonished expression on his face, "Just half an hour ago, the boss of the printing factory called me, It is said that the factory worked overtime overnight, and the two machines were scrapped abruptly!"

Qiao Jing let out an "ah" and belatedly asked, "Then what should I do?"

"I can only find a printing factory temporarily, but this will definitely cost more." Jing Xinglan sighed, he slept less than four hours last night, "Although I know the sales will explode, this is too outrageous ..."

You know, this is only the first printing, and there will be reprints, reprints, and hardcover editions specially reserved for book fans... When these numbers add up, Jing Xinglan feels dizzy just thinking about it.

And he is a good boss of a film and television entertainment company, why should he consider the problems of these subordinate companies?

But Jing Xinglan also knew that if it was an ordinary bestseller, it would be fine, and the weight of "Song of the Earth" is completely different.The total amount of orders from major domestic universities and provincial and municipal libraries alone is almost over 3000 million!

"……Thanks for your hard work."

Qiao Jing thought about the chaotic scene, and said with deep sympathy.

But Jing Xinglan had a thought, and deliberately showed a frowning look in front of him. Qiao Jingming knew that he was faking it, but since Jing Xinglan had really worked all night for his book, he was kind. Asked: "What's wrong?"

"I suddenly remembered," Jing Xinglan said with a melancholy expression, "I haven't read your article for a long time since you terminated the contract with Xingchen."

Qiao Jing: "...there are so many good books in the world, and "Song of the Earth" has just finished."

Jing Xinglan said confidently: "How can I do it with just one book?"

Of course Qiao Jing understood what he meant, he just wanted to continue writing, but he had already said that he would no longer use the pseudonym Jinghua Shuiyue, so although he felt a little sorry for Jing Xinglan, he still shook his head firmly: "Jinghuashuiyue I don’t write any more.”

Jing Xinglan was startled for a moment, and then realized Qiao Jing's meaning.

"That is to say, will you start over with a different pseudonym?" His eyes lit up.

"Maybe." Qiao Jing said vaguely, "It's not now anyway."

He has just finished a book, so he must take a good rest and think about how to write the next book.

Even if Yang Liu will be the protagonist in the next book, Qiao Jing still hasn't fully figured it out.

Now all kinds of speculation and analysis about "Song of the Earth 2" on the Internet have been heated up. He hasn't started writing the book yet, and the copywriting of various marketing accounts can almost put together a whole book.Qiao Jing sometimes goes to Weibo to read book reviews and analysis for inspiration, but most of the time, he becomes confused when he reads——

Did I think so before?

Is this episode written in the text? ?

Which character are you? ? ?

Qiao Jing, who watched it last, almost doubted his life, and deliberately turned his head to take a look at the outline, and after confirming that it was not his fault, he let out a long breath.

Fortunately, it was the marketing account who was talking nonsense, not him who wrote some shocking bugs.

But Jing Xinglan was obviously not satisfied with Qiao Jing's ambiguous answer.He retreated to the next best thing and said: "Then, have you written any articles before but didn't publish them? It's okay to scrap the manuscripts."

Qiao Jing coughed uncontrollably. He looked at Jing Xinglan dumbfounded, and really wanted to ask you, but when he thought of his feeling of emptiness and loneliness when he was a reader, he was about to go crazy... He put it to his lips silently. The words were swallowed back.

Well, it's not incomprehensible.

"I'll send it to you in a briefcase later," he said, "You've also helped me a lot recently... What kind of subject do you want to read? If it's just a short story of a few thousand words, I can try it." Write and read."

Jing Xinglan opened her eyes wide: "Really!?"

"real."

The man took a deep breath, his expression suddenly serious.

Qiao Jing: "You can go back and think about it slowly, you don't need to tell me right away."

"How does this work?"

Jing Xinglan immediately took out the phone from his pocket, unlocked the screen under Qiao Jing's silent gaze, clicked on the Penguin app, and started typing in the dialog box, his fingers almost became afterimages.

Without raising his head, he said, "I've actually thought about it a long time ago. There are few authors who write about some niche topics online, and even if someone writes, they don't have enough writing skills." Qiao Jing said earnestly, "Mr. Qiao, you can choose one of them, and let the rest be free to use! I believe in your strength 100%!"

Qiao Jing: "...Thank you, you can go now."

Jing Xinglan didn't care about his indifference, and left contentedly.

After he left, Qiao Jing got up in the morning and went to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee as usual.He sat down at the dining table with a cup in his hand, turned on his phone, and started to see what Jing Xinglan had sent him.

Jianghu plot, fantasy and supernatural, suspense reasoning, interstellar martial arts... wait a minute.

What is Interstellar Martial Arts?

Qiao Jing frowned and stared at the phone screen with a confused expression, falling into deep thought.