The owner of the study was a little confused, obviously unfamiliar with this word.
Yuan Dai clapped her hands and said, "That's right! It's marketing!"
She recalled that in her past life, the marketing on the Internet was really powerful. They would flood the market with products in front of you, and she would fall into their trap by accident.
No matter how easy it is to use, you can blow it out of proportion.
Yuan Dai hooked her fingers at the bookstore owner, then leaned into his ear and said: "Let's do this first...and then..."
After hearing this, the boss was shocked and immediately gave Yuan Dai a thumbs up, "This method is good!"
Just do it.
Yuan Dai first found some storytelling teahouses, gave her book to the storyteller, gave the storyteller a certain amount of silver, and asked him to read it.
Who wouldn’t do anything that makes money?
Basically all the storytellers agreed.
The next afternoon, Yuan Dai put on a black cloak and blended into the crowd.
The afternoon happens to be a time when many people are taking a rest. Those who can come to the teahouse to listen to books also have some spare money. These people are also Yuan Dai's first target customers!
The storyteller cleared his throat and began to read.
"For the first time, Li Ningle looked at He Lishu on the table, her eyes a little sore. She raised her eyes and glanced at the ruthless man next to her. The man's name was Jian Jing. He was a noble prince. Two years ago, because
To save Bai Yueguang's life, she asked to marry him, and she was disgusted by Jian Jing from then on. When the two-year period came, Jian Jing threw He Lishu in front of her."
"The only thing he loves in his heart is his white moonlight..."
The storyteller was only halfway through reading, but the people below couldn't sit still.
"What are you reading about?"
"We want to listen to the last biography of Yue Fei! If you can't read it, leave!"
"Get out of here! Get someone else!"
The storyteller looked at the scene in the audience, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
to be honest.....
This plot is quite difficult to describe in words.
But there is no way, the other party gives too much.
As embarrassing as it is, he can tolerate it even if he is scolded.
After all, money is hard to make and shit is hard to eat.
He tried his best to persuade: "Everyone, please be patient. This is a new story book! The plot is novel, so you might as well listen to it carefully."
“Today’s tea is all free!”
Fortunately, Yuan Dai gave him enough money. After the storyteller said that all the tea today was free, everyone became quieter.
Since it's free, just listen to it.
With this mentality, everyone sat down again.
The impassioned voice of the storyteller sounded again, and he sang three sighs. Unknowingly, everyone gradually got better.
Until the storyteller slapped the table and said, "If you want to know what happened next time, please listen to the explanation next time!"
Everyone just woke up from a dream, but they were still thinking about the plot just now, and they were trembling with anger. They wanted to rush into the book and teach the supporting characters a lesson, and vent their anger on the heroine's behalf!
"What happened next? Why didn't you say anything?"
"Go on! We have plenty of money!"
"How can you stop talking in the middle of the sentence to entertain people? How immoral!"
The storyteller wiped his sweat and said, "It's like this. This is a new book of stories published by Zhixiang Study. The rest of the content has not been released yet. If you want to know the details, you can go to Zhixiang Study to buy it!"
Yuan Dai sat under the stage, picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then turned and left.
What is this called?
This is called a matter of brushing off one's clothes and hiding one's merit and fame.
Does it sound like the heroine of a cool novel?
In this way, the storytelling in other teahouses also ended successfully.
All the books in the study were sold out that day. The boss was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth as he counted the money he earned in just one day.
Yuan Dai's words soon set off a wave of craze.
Of course, in addition to those who came here after hearing the story, there are more people who don’t know much about it and follow the trend, so they buy it and give it a try.
Wang Jinfeng at the entrance of the village is one of them.
Wang Jinfeng is a middle-aged woman. After finishing her farm work every day, she has no other interests and hobbies. She just wants to read some story books for entertainment.
Recently, a story book has become extremely popular. Murakami, regardless of gender, old or young, whether they can read or not, has a copy in their hands. This quickly attracted Wang Jinfeng's attention.
She immediately went to Zhixiang Bookstore and bought a copy.
She wanted to see what kind of person dared to be named "the number one literary giant"!
The moment she saw the title of the book, Wang Jinfeng was stunned.
"The domineering prince fell in love with me; ninety-nine days of running with the ball"
Domineering prince? Running with the ball?
This title caught her eye immediately.
Although it is a bit too straightforward...but it is inexplicably hard for people to refuse.
She read the content, and it probably told a sad sadomasochistic story between the concubine heroine and the prince. The concubine admired the prince, but the prince only liked his legitimate daughter because he saved the prince's life and was vicious during the period.
The legitimate daughter-in-law sister also continues to frame the heroine.
It makes people furious to see it.
In just a few chapters, the heroine experienced various unusual plots such as being framed, having a miscarriage, falling off a cliff, etc. The prince could not listen to a word the concubine said, but the prince believed whatever the legitimate daughter said.
Wang Jinfeng completely brought himself into the heroine, scolding her while reading, and before she knew it, she had read the entire story book.
Looking at the sky outside again, it was almost dark.
Because of the success of marketing and the novelty of her subject matter, people in ancient times have probably never seen this kind of sadomasochistic novel. It can be said that Yuan Dai's sales are getting better day by day.
The printing speed of bookstores can hardly keep up with the speed of customers' purchasing.
In addition, she also gained a lot of readers, who wrote to her day and night every day, urging her to write new chapters quickly.
There are even "rich" readers who directly spend money on her and want to buy all her subsequent plots in advance.
If the study owner hadn't covered her mouth tightly enough, I'm afraid these people would have climbed into her house along the sewer pipe.
Yuan Dai wanted to cry but had no tears.
I used to be so happy when I urged other authors to update quickly, but now I feel so embarrassed when it is my turn to be urged.