Throughout the summer, Mu Qingyun was either interviewed by the TV station at school, or was bullied by Lu Dagang, begged in various ways, and held several book signings.
The first volume of her "Red Sleeves and the Red Mansion" has been published and sold.
In just one month, it sold 300,000 copies. It has surpassed the new books of its predecessors. It is estimated that "Red Sleeves" will be the sales champion in this year's annual sales list.
The Historical Research Society has made plans and even prepared advertisements in advance to celebrate "Red Sleeves" winning the annual sales championship!
Moreover, the boss is planning to spend a lot of money this year, planning to hold an awards ceremony, and organize a decent activity, such as taking the authors to travel and collect stories.
It just so happened that the Ming Dynasty had just opened two pre-disaster relics this year, and their magazine also sent reporters to see the scene. The reporters were dumbfounded at the time. It was a huge ancient city, splendid and resplendent. No such building had ever been found in China. Editor-in-chief Xu said. I really hope that my author can go and see it for the first time.
On this day, Lu Dagang informed Mu Qingyun that he was going to hold a book signing.
The magazine was simply reaping the benefits of such tricks. Mu Qingyun occasionally thought that maybe she was too soft-hearted. Every time she signed autographs for readers, she was not as polite and dignified as the authors of this era. She always liked to do something wrong. Same To signature.
I will also write about various kinds of chicken soup for the soul.
For example, "Love yourself first before you can love others", "If you have ambitions, you will not grow taller, and if you have no ambitions, you will live a hundred years in vain."
All the 'reading people' skills she learned from Teacher Jia were used on her group of readers, and she became a gentle and meticulous life mentor, so much so that she spread the word to tens of thousands, and made every signing a fuss. Yes, the books brought by magazines are not enough to sell.
At first I thought that preparing dozens or hundreds of copies would be enough.
Later, it was increased to several thousand copies, and later, thirty or forty thousand copies could be sold at a book signing event. A reader did not just buy one copy, but many readers bought the book, also because there were too many people. There was no time to queue up for autographs.
Mu Qingyun didn't even understand what they were doing by buying so much in one go.
Lu Dagang: "Hey, I secretly pretended to be a reader and queued up to ask. The young man I asked said that I should keep one at work, one at home, and one that I want to frame and collect."
Mu Qingyun: "..."
Lu Dagang's imagination suddenly opened up.
"Yeah, I forgot about it. Readers have collection needs. Once the full volume is released, we can make a hardcover collection edition to try out."
Mu Qingyun: "..."
This time, Mu Qingyun didn't have time to go to the Imperial Capital for this book signing. Instead, it was held in a big city like Guangcheng in Xiongxian County, occupying a small square outside the Mingguo Bookstore in Xiongxian County.
"Tell me, do you want help finding something?"
Lu Dagang was in the editorial office, packing his things in a hurry. After getting off work at noon today, he had to catch the train to Xiong County immediately.
Xiong County is no better than a big city. It is too small. It is actually very inappropriate to hold a book signing here. However, their teacher Xiao Mu has such a temperament. He seems to be easy to talk to on the outside, but when he really makes up his mind, no one can Can't persuade.
Lu Dagang imagined for a moment, if there were only three or two readers at the book signing, how embarrassed would their teacher Mu be?
Those colleagues have been jealous for a long time. Seeing such a situation, they will definitely talk nonsense. It is better for him to find some support in advance, at least not to make the scene too ugly.
Lu Dagang made up his mind, got 500 yuan of activity funds from Chief Editor Xu, and set out with high ambitions.
At six o'clock in the evening, Lu Dagang went straight to the bookstore with a dozen of the requests he had found. As soon as he got off the bus, he handed out all the sample books: "Don't leave in a hurry after you get in. If you wait in line for a while, you can tell our writer teacher Talk, chat, I have a few manuscripts here, you can take a look."
"Well, the writer teacher you are talking about is Mr. Mu from "Red Sleeves and the Red Mansion"?"
There was a 'To' next to him who raised his hand cautiously and asked.
Lu Dagang: "Yes, I was told several times in the car, how could-"
When he turned around, he happened to see the traffic inspector standing guard, combing the traffic. The long and winding queue on the opposite side stretched from the small square of the bookstore to near the sidewalk, like a long snake.
On a hot day, the traffic patrol was so tiring that my head was covered with sweat and my voice was hoarse.
"Are you readers over there? Please come back another day. Teacher Xiao Mu only has three hours today, so it's impossible to sign all of them for you."
A traffic patrolman saw Lu Dagang and his group and shouted loudly.
For a moment, Lu Dagang felt that he could see the frantic anxiety on the face of the traffic patrolman. Obviously, he was frightened when he saw so many people.
"Xiao Lu, the money we took will not be refunded."
Lu Dagang: "..."
He was silent for a moment, and suddenly he heard someone shouting in front of him - "Who has an extra copy of "Red Sleeves"? My eighty-year-old mother is sick, and she is waiting to go back and read it today. I will give you thirty yuan for a copy." Bar!"
Lu Dagang: "..."
Currently, only one volume of "Red Sleeves" has been published, priced at 11.2 yuan.
The group of 'trustees' looked at the sample books in their hands, blinked, and shouted smartly: "The brand new, unopened "Red Sleeves and the Red Mansion", do you want it?"
Before he finished speaking, countless readers suddenly began to gather here.
Lu Dagang: "..."
If he is stupid again and finds some kind of support for Teacher Xiao Mu in the future, he will jump off the second floor, hum.
Mu Qingyun also didn't expect that today's scene would be so lively.
But she should actually have thought of it.
The high school entrance examination has just passed a few days ago. Recently, Mu Qingyun has been a frequent guest on TV. All families with children in junior high school or preparing to go to junior high school are paying close attention to her.
It can be said that in Xiong County, Mu Qingyun is much more popular than those celebrities at the moment. Everyone wants to get a chance to be the top scorer in the high school entrance examination. Many people from nearby cities learned that she is holding a book signing in Xiong County. He quickly took the train to get there.
Mu Qingyun's book signing was held for a relatively short period of time, and those from far away could not come, but the readers nearby were enough to make her busy and out of control.
The sun was shining in the sky, and Mu Qingyun was smiling and not impatient at all. He signed autographs for each reader in turn, without any hesitation.
In other words, she is a martial arts practitioner, and there is absolutely no problem with her physical strength. If it were any other author, she would have been frightened to Parkinson's disease by this huge group of readers.
There were almost more than 500 people who signed. Mu Qingyun moved his wrist a little and heard the little reader girl in front of him whisper: "Little, little teacher Mu, does your hand hurt? I, I don't need to sign." of."
Mu Qingyun looked up and saw a little girl who was about fifteen or sixteen years old, about the same age as her. She was a little fat and had thick bangs. Her face turned red when she said a word. She was obviously a very shy girl.
She smiled, took out from her pocket a paper crane that she folded in the car that morning, put it in her book, and then seriously left a message on the title page: "May your future years be filled only with flowers and applause." ( End of this chapter)
