Everyone came, and Song Yingwan could only tell the story again despite the pressure. Grandpa Xie sat in the middle, listening happily and nodding his head.
Later, Xie Jianguo and Xie Jianjun asked a few more questions before giving up.
Before going to bed at night, Grandma Xie pulled Song Yingwan and said, "Wanwan, your grandpa and I have no requirements for you two. Just be happy and don't put too much pressure."
Song Yingwan felt warm in her heart and said with a smile on her face, "Okay."
She was indeed a little uncomfortable with Grandpa Xie being so grand, but she also knew that the old man had good intentions and was really happy for her.
In the next few days, Grandpa Xie would ask about the progress of the book almost every day, and Song Yingwan would take the trouble to respond. In the end, Grandma Xie couldn't stand it anymore and blamed Grandpa Xie, and then she stopped.
After the book was bound, the publishing house called Song Yingwan as soon as possible. Because of this matter, he always had to contact the publishing house, and it was inconvenient to travel so far away to make a phone call. So he took this opportunity to call Song Yingwan. There is also a telephone installed at home.
Convenience is convenient, but the cost is indeed very expensive. A series of songs cost nearly two thousand yuan, and a monthly rent of eighteen yuan was required. This is why Zhang Ru was not willing to give a single song to his family. The reason for installing one.
Song Yingwan looked at the brand-new telephone on the table and couldn't help but feel even more stressed. If she hadn't earned two thousand from selling books, she wouldn't be able to ignore this call in the future.
Seeing her standing there with a bitter look on her face, Xie Ci couldn't help but feel funny, "Well, even if this doesn't happen, I plan to install one at home, so that it will be more convenient to call my parents every day, whenever I want. Whenever we call, our parents can call us and receive the call as soon as possible.”
Song Yingwan silently walked over and hugged him, saying quietly, "How many manuscripts do I have to write to make money back?"
Xie Ci had no choice but to knock Song Yingwan on the head. It seemed that the force was very strong, but the impact on the head was very light. "What nonsense are you talking about? You don't have to worry about these. Just do your job well. The rest will be fine." I have them all.”
Seeing him looking so calm and composed, Song Yingwan felt something in her heart. She knew that Xie Ci was working on some business with He Lin these days, which seemed to be televisions and watches.
She didn't ask, but looking at it now, she should be making a lot of money.
Now that the policy is gradually liberalized, this is an era where the brave are starved to death. Xie Ci and He Lin have no worries. The two of them dare to think and do. In Song Yingwan's view, success will come sooner or later. .
After arriving at the publishing house, Minister Song came out immediately. Song Yingwan put forward many novel ideas about the cover and packaging of the book, which opened a new door for Minister Song.
Although the cost is somewhat different from the original budget, the expected profit is also very considerable.
So Minister Song was very enthusiastic when he saw Song Yingwan's brief introduction. If possible, he really wanted to recruit this person to the publishing house, but he also knew that this was unrealistic, but there were still many opportunities for cooperation in the future.
On the first day when the book was put on the market, all the books were sold out as soon as they were put on the shelves, and the supply even exceeded the demand. Minister Song laughed so hard that he had no time to close his mouth.
However, to achieve such good results, previous efforts are also necessary. I have been preparing for this book for more than half a month.
Minister Song also had great ideas. After discussing with Song Yingwan, he used some of her characteristics as propaganda to attract public attention.
A Beijing University student, a young female writer, plus Wanfeng's popularity.
Naturally, it will arouse everyone's curiosity.
However, Song Yingwan knows that these are only temporary. If she wants to really retain readers, the most important thing is the content of the book. In fact, what she is most looking forward to is everyone's feedback after reading it.
I had promised Grandpa Xie to give him a few copies after the book was printed. Minister Song originally promised well, but later when the inventory was insufficient, he even started searching, and in the end he only got five copies for Song Yingying.
Song Yingwan couldn't laugh or cry, "As for it?"
Minister Song also said cheerfully, "We are in a special period now, so of course we must seize the opportunity and plan carefully for every book."
Song Yingwan didn't understand but respected, "Okay, then it's all Minister Song's fault."
Song Yingwan kept one of the books he got back, sent another one to Zhang Ru and the others, and gave the rest to Grandpa Xie.
Grandpa Xie was still dissatisfied and said, "Why did you just bring these few books? These are not enough..."
Song Yingwan smiled and said, "The publishing house said that all the printed books have been sent to bookstores everywhere, and they can only take out so many."
Grandpa Xie was happy when he heard this, "That's great, your book has been sold all over the country."
"No, we just sent some to a few surrounding provinces. It's not to the same extent as all over the country. It still depends on the effect of subsequent sales." Song Yingwan explained.
"You've just started, haven't you? You have to walk this journey step by step and eat your food one bite at a time. I believe that my granddaughter-in-law will be able to sell her books all over the country!"
Song Yingwan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, since grandpa said so, I will borrow his good words."
"Okay, you old man talks so much all day long, don't put so much pressure on your child."
Grandma Xie heard her old man's voice in the kitchen and brought out a plate of sliced apples with a few toothpicks carefully inserted on top.
Grandpa Xie muttered, "Why did I put pressure on Wanwan? Am I not encouraging her!"
Grandma Xie didn't answer, but took a small piece of apple and handed it to Song Yingwan, "Don't listen to him talking so much. He talks too much when he gets old. Let's do whatever we want."
Song Yingwan responded obediently, "Okay."
After returning home in the evening, Song Yingwan told Xie Ci about this matter. Xie Ci had been busy with his business these two days and did not go back with Song Yingwan today.
After hearing his thanks, he said warmly, "Even though grandpa is usually very serious, only grandma can control him. The two of them have been bickering all their lives, but I have never seen them really blush."
Song Yingwan raised the corners of her lips slightly and couldn't help but say, "That's great."
Xie Ci looked down at her with a smile, picked up a strand of her hair and twisted it around his fingertips, and said slowly, "I usually don't listen to you?"
The person in front of him had an alluring face, but what he said was very foul. Song Yingwan turned away his eyes, suppressed the corners of his mouth that wanted to curl up, and said word by word, "You don't listen to me."
Xie Ci paused for a moment after hearing the words, then slowly raised the corners of his lips and moved closer to her ear. The warm breath blew into her ear, making it tickle and tingle.
"I won't listen to you?..."
Song Yingwan held back her heart trembling, bit her lip and said 'hmm'.
