Ten thousand copies are distributed to major bookstores across the country. Perhaps each bookstore has less than fifty copies in stock, which does not include some bookstores in small and medium-sized cities. However, even so, 10,000 copies sold in three days is still incredible. Especially the editor-in-chief who has been engaged in the publication of calligraphy books for a long time.

In a cafe along Gushan Road, Fu Guozong, the editor-in-chief in charge of calligraphy, sat on the sofa and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose. Who was engaged in the editing work? Who did not wear a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose?

"President Ji, what's the matter with you asking me out? Is there anything you can't tell me about at the Yin Club?"

Ji Bochang picked up the coffee, added half a piece of sugar, and stirred it slowly, "The complete version of "Liujia Lingfei Jing" is the one published a week ago."

"Well, I know what you said. The one with good sales is right, right? Mr. Qian and that... the one jointly published by Zhong and other people, what's wrong?"

"You have been working in a publishing house for almost ten years. I'll ask you, is this calligraphy book reliable for so many Japanese books?"

Fu Guozong took a sip of coffee and looked up at him, "Do you really want me to tell me?"

"Or what would I do to find you?"

"Okay, I'll tell you very clearly that it's impossible. Even those calligraphy masters on the front line in China can't do it."

Ji Bochang slapped his thigh, and the answer was the same as he expected, "Sure enough, I said there was a problem here. But why are major bookstores out of stock?"

"This question... President Ji, do you really want me to tell me?"

"Old Fu, you're boring. Since I asked you out, I naturally have to listen to the truth. You're fine, like President Shao, and play Tai Chi with me."

Fu Guozong put down his coffee cup and raised his eyebrows, "Actually, there is nothing to say. Why can it sell 10,000 copies? It's very simple. Someone can pay the bill."

"What's the meaning?"

"It's just that someone pays the bill directly."

Ji Bochang was stunned, "What's this... mean?"

"Famous, oh, Bo Chang, this is not simple. Just like those entertainment stars buy blog fans, now you want to become famous, who doesn't use any means? Think about it, even if you don't say 10,000 copies, just say 50,000 copies of the first issue are all packaged. How much does it cost? According to the price of the publishing page, 16 yuan, which means hundreds of thousands of dollars spent. Think about it, once the reputation is promoted, how much is the price of that work? Wouldn't it be repaid in one go?"

Ji Bochang seemed to understand this and was about to take out his cell phone to make a call.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"I'll call and ask the manager of the Xinhua Bookstore in the city, and ask if someone ordered this book in batches."

"Let go, you're stupid. If you really want to operate, you're so stupid that you drive a van to buy books in batches? If this is exposed, do you still want to get stuck in the cultural circle?"

Ji Bochang put down his cell phone, "What do you mean, they even hired a navy army to go to the bookstore to buy it?"

"Absolutely, if you really have to spend hundreds of thousands of yuan to support someone, you still care about this labor fee? You're young, I'll tell you that many best-selling writers in China have done such things in their early years."

Bang!

The coffee cup fell heavily on the glass table, and the customers around him turned their heads and looked at it.

Ji Bochang smiled apologetically at the surroundings, then immediately pulled down his face and whispered: "How can you indulge this kind of thing to happen! This is deceiving readers!"

"Does it? Where did you deceive? President Ji, people spend their own money and buy their own books, go through formal channels and pay national royalties. What's wrong with it? At most, it's not glorious to say it. This kind of thing is not surprising. If you think about it, I will also take this step for you, with the process guaranteed and the price is discounted."

"you……"

"Just, kidding. I'm tired and exhausted every day in this publishing house. I can't stand it anymore. If you go outside to take on business, you can't bear it. Don't ask more about the book. There's no need to say about the quality. Mr. Qian's gold and stone seal carvings, needless to say, he must be firmly in the top five seats in our seal club. As for the kid's small calligraphy, yes, I can also watch it alive. But if I don't have the relationship with Mr. Qian, I still have to pass our Xiling level. After all, I'm so young. I heard from an old comrade in our seal club that if I have ten or eight years of accumulation, even if I don't have money, I can't help but shine."

Ji Bochang frowned and said, "I don't like to listen to this sentence anymore. Why, do you think I'm jealous of this kid? I just think that this model can easily mislead readers and think that this person is writing comparable to Zhong Shaojing! Is that great?"

"Oh, Comrade Xiao Ji! Why do you think more like being stubborn than those old stubborn? Readers who can buy calligraphy books are not fools. They must be used to copy the calligraphy.

Look at these versions on the market today. The original version of Forty-Three Lines is the best version at present, but it is missing pages. Forty-Three Lines, there are more than one hundred and sixty lines.

As for other printed versions, you also understand the quality. The ancients did not have the current technology. So the complete version of "Liujia Lingfei Jing" published this time just filled this gap in the market. If you insist on comparing the original version, you will be really serious. Look at the European style copybook that was released last year, and after it was launched, is it useful? Is it good or bad, and people are not blind."

Ji Bochang stood up and said seriously: "Anyway, I don't allow such a thing to happen in Xiling!"

"Hey, I said you..."

"Hello, sir, there are eighty-six in total."

Fu Guozong, who was stopped, was angry and laughed, "This person is really interesting. He agreed to invite a coffee, but the result was good. He ran away if he didn't pay the bill."

...

...

Huamei Calligraphy Department once again held a college-level meeting. Several professors, associate professors and college leaders all arrived at the conference room and made a nomination and recognition on the number of places to participate in the National College Student Calligraphy Competition two months later.

There was no need to do such trouble. Originally, if you want to win this national competition, seven or eight out of ten are concentrated in Central Mei and Gome. There are few students applying for calligraphy and seal carving. Moreover, the two top art universities have to recruit one or two hundred people. In this way, if you fall into a beautiful student, you will naturally be a student who fails to perform art exams, change your career and become a calligraphy student, or a student who has poor calligraphy skills.

However, because of the publication of a book, several calligraphy professors led by Liu Tong changed their minds and filled in a form, which triggered the meeting held by the college leaders.

"Everyone, we held this emergency meeting this time. There is no other major event. I also understand that some professors have heavy things at hand. Just to say a short story, it is mainly about the selection of places for the National College Student Calligraphy Competition in the winter. We are in Huamei, and we have been divided into ten this year. Three fewer than in previous years. This is also because the rankings in these competitions have been unsatisfactory. When the National Calligraphy Association set up quotas, they assigned three of our school to Central Mei and Gome."

Hearing this, the old professors felt resentful, but it was understandable. Who would have allowed them to run a school for a long time and have a deep experience? In terms of teaching staff, these old professors can't fall anywhere even if they are half different, which means that the overall quality of calligraphy students today is not as good as before.

"Of course, I'm summoning you to come here, not to talk about the number of places. I also understand that this is not something you can control. It's mainly a person nominated by Professor Liu, and there are some controversies, so I would like to ask you to discuss it. According to the rules of previous years, freshmen and sophomore students are not qualified to apply unless they have the potential to win awards."

"Director Xiao, Professor Liu nominated Zhong Yue from the Department of Chinese Painting?"

"How do you know?"

A professor shook his head and smiled: "Look at this best-selling book that has been popular recently."

"Book? Does this have anything to do with the issues we discussed this time?"

"You will know after reading it."

Dean Xiao flipped through the book he handed over several pages, ""Liujia Lingfei Jing"? Well, it's not bad. What's wrong? I still don't understand what you mean."

"Look at the name of the author on the cover."

"Zhong Yue? Qian Yunyao?" President Xiao was stunned. When he saw the publishing house again, he was shocked. "It was still published by Xiling Seal Society! Is this Zhong Yue... that?"

Several professors who knew the news nodded solemnly.

"When I was going to fight for this person, Lao Han almost had an old problem in the wheelchair. In the end, the person didn't fight for it and fell into Cao Danqing's hands. Now you see, Qian Yunyao is the Green Leaf, Xiling Seal Society, tsk, our gorgeous calligraphy system has lost a talent..."

"Who said no? This Zhong Yue is really good. Staying in our calligraphy department is a treasure. Now that I have arrived at the Chinese painting department, it is like a grass. Cao Danqing went to Beijing for exchanges and did not take him there. He just like a pheasant raised in the mountains. He doesn't go to class or class and has no one to see all day long. Alas..."

"You can't say that. I heard that Xinsheng's calligraphy and painting exhibition had picked the dragon head! I've seen it, three strokes and the method of drawing stones, and it is said that even Ma Dayou was amazed."

"Hey, this is not the smoke bomb released by the old comrades in the Chinese painting department, is it?"

Liu Tong frowned and said, "Smoke bomb? They wanted to find someone from their new life who could compare with Zhong Yue, even if it was Qi Ping, but... in the end, they had to give Zhong Yue the first place."
Chapter completed!