What are gods and mans?

He is a better person than normal people.

For example, Ding Peng.

Zhao Yueguang and his friends looked at Ding Peng now as if they were looking at a god.

Since Ding Peng could write a song in a moment, and from Ding Peng was able to write an album for Ding Ding one day, they felt that this guy was simply not a human being.

Now it's more certain.

"I've finished reading it? Since I feel good, please contact me for the publishing house as soon as possible." Ding Peng urged.

Zhao Yueguang smiled and said, "You can contact the publisher, but brother, although your book is well written, I think it is still a long way to win the Nobel Prize."

Ding Peng thought to himself: "It's a big deal. This book itself won the Nobel Prize in Literature. Unless the Nobel Prize judges in this world are all too much, they will definitely not run away."

"You don't have to worry about this anymore. Just contact the publisher for me."

"Okay, our industry has cooperative relationships with many publishing houses, so I'll help you find it."

As he said that, Zhao Yueguang took out his cell phone and called a publishing house directly.

Xiangnan People's Publishing House.

At this time, Xiao Yufei, the president of the publishing house, was worried. With the emergence of e-books, more and more people are reading books on their mobile phones and computers, which directly led to the sharp decline of the physical books market. Many physical books were not as good as they used to buy, and some of the poorer quality could hardly be sold.

Their publishing house used to be very prosperous and they were often too busy to get busy.

But now it is not possible. There are almost no new books to print. I can only print classics that have long become famous. However, the market is saturated. If you print more, you can't sell them in the bookstore. In the end, these classics will start to print fewer.

"Hey, if we continue like this, our publishing house will probably be ruined." Xiao Yufei said to a deputy president named Chen Ziliang.

This is not his complaint, but his facts.

Chen Ziliang smiled bitterly and said, "President, this is the Internet information age. E-books are fast and convenient. Moreover, you can read countless books with a mobile phone. Who would buy physical books?"

"Yes, society always moves forward. E-books are the product of social development. As emerging things, they still have great potential and strong development momentum. It just makes us publishers a little unbearable. I heard that Qianhua Literature and Art Publishing House has begun to file for bankruptcy. You should know that when physical books were booming in the past, they were even stronger than us."

"This is also impossible. Old things withdraw from the stage of history and new things appear. This is society moving forward."

"You are right, but I have been leading the publishing house for decades. I really don't want it to die in my hands. You can call up all senior executives and we will hold a meeting tomorrow to discuss the future prospects and development directions of the company."

"OK."

The two of them were worried about the publishing house, and at this time Zhao Yueguang called.

"Zhao Yueguang? I won't let us print entertainment weekly again, right? We didn't like this kind of thing in the past, but now we have to rely on this kind of publication to support the survival of the company. It's ironic to think about it."

With a wry smile, Xiao Yufei connected his phone.

After hearing Zhao Yueguang's words, Xiao Yufei was a little stunned.

He knew Ding Peng. Although he was not a person in the entertainment industry, Ding Peng was not just famous in the entertainment industry.

The outbreak of the epidemic a while ago, Ding Peng can be said to have directly penetrated his fame into all walks of life, and many people who are not in the entertainment industry know him.

At first he thought Ding Peng wanted to publish books on entertainment or medicine, but in the end he heard it was a novel, which was a bit of a good deal.

An excellent chef, awesome lyricist, awesome lyricist, a doctor is going to publish literary novels, well, this is very...sexy.

That's right, in Xiao Yufei's opinion, Ding Peng's operation is simply too sarcastic.

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Yufei didn't react. He just knew that he had agreed to Zhao Yueguang to help Ding Peng publish a book. As for why he agreed, he didn't know, anyway, it just felt very weird.

"President Xiao, what's wrong?" Chen Ziliang asked when he saw Xiao Yufei holding his cell phone.

Xiao Yufei looked at Chen Ziliang, opened his mouth, and after a long time, he said, "Ding Peng wants to publish a book, let us help him print it."

"real?!"

Chen Ziliang became energetic when he heard this. You should know how famous Ding Peng is now, and the books he published are definitely very popular.

"Mr. Ding published a book? Is it music, food, medicine, or autobiography? If it is an autobiography, it will be even more popular. If it is a music, food or medicine, sales may be much reduced. After all, such a book consumer group is directional. Autobiography is different, and anyone can read it."

Chen Ziliang didn't notice Xiao Yufei's expression, and he said a lot, but when he saw Xiao Yufei's face trembled violently.

"President Xiao, what's wrong?"

Xiao Yufei said: "None of them are."

"......ah?"

“He published novels.”

“………………………………”

Chen Ziliang is directly worse than Xiao Yufei.

Publish a novel?

Have you made a mistake?

When did Mr. Ding write novels?

I believe that he published a collection of essays, but this novel...isn't it a bit too much?

This has nothing to do with the industries he is good at.

"President Xiao, is it true or not?"

"You ask me, who will I ask?" Xiao Yufei smiled bitterly.

"Did you hear it wrong?"

"Although I'm a little older, my hearing is still very good, and I'm absolutely right."

“…but why is it a novel?”

"Yes, why is it a novel? It's so magical."

“…”

At the end, the two people were silent for a while, and Xiao Yufei said, "No matter what it is, since we have found us, we will publish it. I believe that with Mr. Ding's popularity, even if the novel he wrote was a piece of shit, someone would definitely pay for it. But at the beginning, we will control the printing quantity, well~~ Print 20,000 copies first. Don't be able to sell it if you print too much, our company will not be able to withstand the losses."

"This method is good. When will we start printing?"

"Zhao Yueguang said Ding Peng would send the manuscript to my email address and I'll take a look."

As he said that, Xiao Yufei opened his email and indeed saw the email from Ding Peng. The email not only contained a bunch of words of thanks, but also an attachment.

Click the attachment to download and open it, and the novel appears.

When Xiao Yufei saw the name of the novel, he was disappointed.

"Old man and the sea? Is this name too ordinary? A novel is not attractive, it will directly affect its sales."

As an old man in the publishing industry, Xiao Yufei knows a lot about this industry. He knows that many books are average, but their names are very attractive. Such books sometimes have good sales.

Although some books are well written, if they give them a general name, sales will likely be affected, just like a book called "God-level Food Anchor" they published some time ago.

"The title of the book is the ID card of the novel. Mr. Ding, you have committed a big taboo, but we can't change your name casually. The old man and the sea are the old man and the sea."

Xiao Yufei didn't even have the time to read the content below. He was also a face-controller. Seeing that the title of the book was not good-looking, he was no longer interested in the content.

So he forwarded the email directly to Chen Ziliang and said, "Old Chen, I'll forward the stuff to you. You can arrange it and try to get it as fast as possible. Ding Peng is so famous now. Take this opportunity to see if he can sell more books."

Chen Ziliang started to act directly.

Ding Peng didn't know that his debut work was directly disliked by the president of the publishing house. If it weren't for his fame, he wouldn't have printed it for him at all.

After this guy sent the manuscript to Xiao Yufei, he began to ask about Ding Ding's concert.

Twenty thousand books were quickly printed for a mature publisher.

When the book "The Old Man and the Sea" was placed in front of Xiao Yufei, he looked at the cover and said, "Is this cover a bit bad? Why is an old man wearing a straw raincoat and a straw hat fishing on the river?"

Chen Ziliang smiled and said, "Isn't this the old man and the sea?"

"Are you old man and Jiang?"

"But twenty thousand copies have been printed."

"Okay, let's do it first, let's put it on the market and let's talk to major bookstores, and each bookstore has a hundred or ten books."

"OK."

Twenty thousand copies of "The Old Man and the Sea" were quickly put on the market. Whether it was Xiao Yufei or Ding Peng, they were calm on the surface and were excited on the inside, waiting for the market response.

Fortunately, they didn't wait long, and the market response came soon...
Chapter completed!