After dinner, Wang Yongren talked to his elders and took his cousin Cai Chunxiao and cousin Wang Jianxi to the pedestrian street.

Kangyong County is not a big city. Jiefang Street, which has not yet been demolished, is considered a bustling city during the day. The pedestrian street is filled with snacks and delicacies and a row of mobile phone shops. It is very lively at night.

There was no need to worry about anything, and he directly chose the largest Yongjun Communications store. Wang Yongren let his cousin choose their own, and they paid the bill half an hour later. The total cost was 10,800.

"Thanks, Aren."

"Thank you, brother."

Holding the new Motorola mobile phone, Cai Chunxiao thanked him, and Wang Jianxi, holding the Nokia n73, also thanked him excitedly.

"No, you go home, I'll go for a walk by the river."

"Okay, see you later."

After bidding farewell to his cousin and cousin, Wang Yongren walked alone by the Kangyong River, his thoughts slowly replaying the memories of more than ten years in his previous life, and he felt that things have changed and people have changed.

It has been nearly three months since he was reborn and he has achieved his goal of becoming a millionaire. Although he is not as good as those reborn seniors in novels, Wang Yongren thinks he is quite satisfied.

The most important thing is that the online store and book writing he chose are projects with a relatively solid foundation and will steadily generate revenue in the future, so he doesn't have to worry about overturning.

After sorting out the plans in his mind, when Wang Yongren returned home, his parents were still waiting for the supermarket to close. He was lying on the bed and started texting with his female classmate.

"When will you go back to school?"

"In two days."

"Oh, I won't go back until the 30th. Mom, please let me stay at home for a few more days."

"Well, I'll treat you to dinner then!"

"OK."

...

"Brother Aren, I had a good idea today and wrote 5,000 words."

"Not bad, come on, I'll take a look at it for you tomorrow."

"OK."

...

"Aren, what are you doing?"

"I just came home from dinner."

...

Occasionally, after Wang Yongren remembered something and replied to his girlfriend's text message, he would also reply to his sister-in-law's text message.

At present, in his relationship planning, the core of his relationship is his young girlfriend and his female classmates. His sister-in-law is directly excluded and is just incidental to his young girlfriend.

Although he and his female classmate may not be able to get married in the future, Wang Yongren believes that when he talks about feelings with the other person, he must be serious.

Who hasn’t had a few relationships in their life that ended in vain?

...

On the same night, Dong Qincheng, who came to Hangzhou, was sitting in a room on the second floor of a villa in a community near the West Lake. She changed into a black suspender silk skirt and exuded the charm of a mature woman.

Shaking the red wine glass, Dong Qincheng looked at the lakes and mountains outside the floor-to-ceiling window. Occasionally, he looked at his friend on the sofa quietly reading the novel manuscript, which seemed to make him feel content.

Dong Qincheng had previously received part of the manuscript of "Passing Through Your World" from his handsome boy. Dong Qincheng was busy arranging a book signing and never had time to talk about it with his best friends.

Anyway, Wang Yongren only wrote a third of it. After Dong Qincheng talked to the other party, he was not in a hurry to talk about the new book.

Just in time, the book signing was over and after sending the handsome boy back, Dong Qincheng rested in Hangzhou for two days and gave some of the printed manuscripts of his new book to his best friend.

I don’t know how much time passed, but the beautiful young woman who had read half of the manuscript sat up straight. She didn’t care about the infinite scenery in the white silk tank top, and asked her friend not far away with bright eyes: “Ah Cheng, this manuscript has

Not submitted to other publishing houses?”

"No, this is the only typed manuscript."

After hearing his best friend's question, Dong Qincheng answered with a smile and took out a USB flash drive from the handbag next to him: "Aren also wrote a theme song for this book, do you want to listen to it?"

Speaking of the talent of his handsome boy, Dong Qincheng did not hide his satisfied smile.

I would like to ask, which writer of the younger generation can write books and songs now, not even Han Han, who became famous at a young age.

"Bring it here."

Taking the USB flash drive from the other party, Han Xiaozhu, who was full of interest, inserted it into the laptop on the coffee table, clicked on the audio file, and an exciting prelude came from the speaker.

Then, a clear female voice sounded.

Obviously, it is the same person as the female voice in "China Keeps Turning".

"The encounter was an accident,

My heart is swaying in the wind.

Your smile is blurred by summer,

Rehearsal in front of the mirror.

I practice my confession over and over again,

It often lingers in my dreams.

If the name of a rose is love,

Why did it wither into a sea of ​​flowers?

oh..."

A few minutes later, the music ended and Han Xiaozhu clicked the play button again.

Dong Qincheng was also quite emotional while listening to the song.

A few days ago, I came to Hangzhou to hold a book signing event. When I returned to Lido, the handsome guy came up with a good new song. It was so talented and exciting that I was sweating every time I thought about it at night!

If it weren't for the fact that the youth publishing house she worked for didn't meet the subject matter positioning, Dong Qincheng would definitely not have let this book go.

After listening to it twice, Han Xiaozhu expressed his feelings: "Ah Cheng, do you think this song sounds more interesting when a man sings it?!"

"Just do whatever you think."

Dong Qincheng shrugged indifferently at the sentiments of his old classmate. The thin shoulder strap on his left shoulder slipped off, and he leaned against the window sill nonchalantly and said: "Anyway, it doesn't meet the positioning of our publishing house, otherwise it wouldn't be your turn."

.If you think it’s not good, I’ll recommend it to the Youth Publishing House in Jinling.”

"Get lost..."

Upon hearing what the other party said, Han Xiaozhu immediately sat up straight and said loudly: "Just because of this song, I will definitely sign this book. By the way, what is the name of this song?"

"The Me Behind Time is also the subtitle of this book. If you sign it, what level of promotion are you going to give him?"

Having already guessed what the other party was thinking, Dong Qincheng lazily asked.

"3 million level. I think this book is well promoted and many young girls should buy it. It won't be a problem to sell a million copies a year."

Regarding the positioning of this book, Han Xiaozhu quickly had a general promotion plan.

Although she also liked the handsome boy, business was business, and as the deputy editor-in-chief, she had to follow the rules of the publishing house.

The so-called 3 million level is actually the promotion intensity set by each publishing house.

A promotion plan worth RMB 3 million, including display racks at major booksellers, online platform promotions, etc.

Of course, this so-called 3 million is definitely relatively unrealistic. After deducting the resources of the publishing house, it is still available at a 40% discount. It is definitely a top resource among new writers.

Although Wang Yongren has achieved relatively good results in the field of historical novels, with sales exceeding 1.5 million in a single month, he is still a newcomer in the field of youth literature.

Basically, with the support of 3 million promotion efforts, as long as the quality of the novel is not bad, after this wave of promotion, it will not be difficult to sell 400,000 to 500,000 copies.

If it is an excellent work and is secretly promoted on those social platforms, it is likely to reach the level of a hit with sales of more than 1 million within a year.

[Parallel world setting, please do not substitute reality, do not spray! 】

Of course, these days, these handsome young writers have attracted many fans to pay for their books with their good looks. Han Xiaozhu thought that she could take advantage of this and make the sales of this youth literature novel exceed one million in the first month.

Youth literature relies on the writer's good looks to attract teenage fans, so it's not shabby.

"I remember that your 5 million promotion quota this year hasn't been used yet, right?"

Without immediately responding to his old classmate, Dong Qincheng talked about the resources in his hands.

"Acheng, you are so concerned about brother Aren, isn't it???"

After hearing the string and knowing its meaning, Han Xiaozhu, who recognized the meaning behind his friend's words, pretended to look at him in surprise.

You know, with her current position as deputy editor-in-chief, she only has a quota of 5 million promotional resources a year. After all, Hangcheng Literature and Art Publishing House is not too big or too small.

That is reserved for some well-known writers. Under normal circumstances, Han Xiaozhu would not use this resource at all.

Once the results are not good, there will inevitably be some rumors in the publishing house, and her status in the society will be shaken.

Although she is not short of money, the work in the publishing house is her hobby, and Han Xiaozhu will not take her career as a bet.

Of course, if that handsome guy agrees...

Everything is negotiable.

"If you don't let me down, I'll call Lao Xu from Suzhou Youth Publishing House tomorrow."

After taking a sip of red wine, Dong Qincheng waited for the other party's decision without giving in.

Since he wanted to help the handsome young writer he admired, he naturally wanted to help him to the end.
Chapter completed!