Chapter 168 Twenty Thousand Miles Across, No One Dares to Disobey

Talang Literature Publishing House, Sai Wan, Hong Kong Island.

Pei Wencong was sitting on a brand-new boss's chair, with his legs crossed and his brand-new leather shoes shaking, looking proud and contented.

However, if a psychologist with keen observation ability sees Pei Wencong's appearance, he will find that there is still a lot of anxiety hidden in his movements.

Within ten minutes, Pei Wencong's boss chair turned seven times and his right hand unconsciously touched his left wrist four times.

Pei Wencong wears a newly purchased Rolex on his left wrist.

It's a real Rolex worth HKD 60,000, not the kind of fake that costs a thousand dollars and can be shattered with a slap.

As the saying goes, money can solve ninety-nine percent of things, including "face."

A few months ago, Pei Wencong spent fifteen minutes tidying up every day when he went out. His suit was neat, his leather shoes were polished, and his broken Corolla was polished again and again, trying to maintain his dignity when dealing with others.

But the other party's hypocritical smile, as well as Pei Wencong's own anxiety, made him understand that trying to maintain face is not real face.

Money is a man's courage. This sentence is definitely extreme, but it has some truth to it.

A wise man with a strong heart can ignore the illusion of money, but in this world, there are still more common people, right?

So when he had money in his pocket, Pei Wencong immediately changed his mind to verify whether this sentence was correct.

Facts have proved that it is basically correct.

First of all, Pei Wencong himself has the confidence, and those partners are obviously much more enthusiastic about him. Even if Pei Wencong despises the other party's snobbery in his heart, he does not deny the benefit in his heart.

For a moment, Pei Wencong felt elated and elated, feeling that he was only one step away from the elite of Hong Kong Island.

But just a month ago, there was a sudden change in the Hong Kong market. Several "masterpieces" with the same theme as "The Flying Wind" were suddenly launched to follow the trend.

Pei Wencong had been somewhat mentally prepared before, because the degree of commercialization of literature in Hong Kong Island is very high. Once a certain subject becomes popular, there will be many followers, which is not unusual or shabby.

However, several long-established writers published their works at the same time, which greatly exceeded Pei Wencong's expectations and made him feel strong pressure.

Not to mention the reputation of those writers, the strength of the publishing houses behind them also put Pei Wencong under great pressure.

Shulian Sales is very sensitive to the market and immediately notified Pei Wencong to respond.

As for how to deal with it, Pei Wencong was left to figure it out on his own.

Therefore, Pei Wencong sent an urgent notice to Seven Inch Blade in the north, asking him to pay attention to this situation and to write the subsequent storyline more excitingly.

This is almost as embarrassing as saying, "I am small and frail and cannot withstand the storm."

But seeing that the wealth he was about to acquire was faced with an uncertain crisis, how could Pei Wencong still care about his face?

[It’s okay to give me another three months! Even if it takes two months.]

Pei Wencong is very helpless. As long as there are two more months of expansion and development, Talang Literary Society will have a surplus of hundreds of thousands or even millions of Hong Kong dollars. He can use some market competition methods to compete with those few A competitor gives it a try.

But now, he is really powerless.

It started to rain again outside the window, and the deep, winding cracks on the outer wall of the cramped gray building ten meters away were so irritating.

"Amin, haven't the Shulian sales report for this month been sent yet?"

Pei Wencong turned around and shouted at clerk Amin.

Today is the day when Shulian Sales distributes reports to its partners. All merchants who cooperate with them will receive last month's product sales.

If the sales were good last month, the publicity intensity will be increased this month. If the sales are not good, there will naturally be consequences.

The reason why Pei Wencong is so anxious today is also related to this report. After all, within a few days after the report, the divided funds from Shulian sales will be transferred to the account of Talang Literature Society.

That’s real money!

"Not yet, boss, you have asked me three times this morning," Amin looked at Pei Wencong and smiled: "According to the results of our market survey, it should be okay this month! Boss, don't be too anxious."

"Why am I anxious? I'm just bored!"

Naturally, Pei Wencong would not admit that he was nervous and had a very stubborn mouth.

A boss must not show timidity in front of his employees. Even if his legs are trembling with panic, he must be overwhelmed and not change color.

"Boss, if you have nothing to do, why don't you write a review and scold that Nanbang man named Park? As a graduate of the Department of Chinese Literature at the University of Hong Kong, are you living up to your reputation?"

Aqiang, who was lowering his head to sort out the layout, said something to Pei Wencong in a muffled voice.

A few days ago, an immigrant from Nanbang blatantly plagiarized "Shuofeng Feiyang" and published it in a small publication.

He just changed the names of the protagonists and supporting characters. The rest of the story, let alone the plot, was too lazy to change even the sentences and paragraphs.

But for this almost identical thing, he actually said it came from the historical information of the Nanbang people. It was really annoying.

Aqiang was also a young editor with a bad temper, so he immediately wrote a review to criticize people. Unfortunately, the other editor had a stronger pen than him, and he cursed back, but Aqiang was silenced.

So he has been encouraging Pei Wencong to start a scolding war with the other party. Pei Wencong's writing style is very good, but he has been busy with business in the past few years, so he has put it aside.

"Aqiang, the scolding battles have to be divided into different levels. You, Huo Renqiang, and Pu are equally matched in the scolding battle. I, Pei Wencong, am the one who started Pingzhi. Anyone who pays him a glance will be degrading myself."

Pei Wencong glanced at Aqiang with contempt and raised his chin proudly.

Aqiang suddenly became anxious and retorted with the same contempt: "How come your level is higher than mine? Is there any level between people? Don't forget that your Mercedes-Benz was a second-hand one I bought for you. What are you so proud of? ?”

"Pingzhi is Pingzhi, and second-hand Pingzhi is also Pingzhi."

Pei Wencong smiled contemptuously, not feeling embarrassed at all. Isn't a second-hand Mercedes-Benz a luxury car? Besides, I’m wearing a Rolex on my arm! You, Aqiang, don't even bother to style your hair, are you on the same level as me?

"You're just stingy. You agreed to give us a salary increase, but it's been three months and there's still no increase. Instead, you bought the Rolex just to show off.

Don’t think that I don’t know that you have secretly saved money yourself. We work hard for you every day, but you treat us like this.”

Ah Qiang angrily threw away his job and was going to have a good fight with Pei Wencong.

He has been following Pei Wencong for many years, and no matter how hard or tired he is, he never complains. This is not an ordinary boss-employee relationship, and there is no psychological pressure at all when there is a quarrel.

"I'm the boss. Do I need your permission on how to spend and save money?"

Pei Wencong also looked a little angry. He did save a sum of money but it was 20% of Li Ye's. You have to be trustworthy.

With a smile on his face, Amin made a cup of coffee and stood aside to watch the excitement. However, just after taking a few sips, the old fax machine in the office began to squeak.

"Stop the quarrel, stop the quarrel, the fax from Shulian Sales is here."

Whether it was the angry Aqiang or the proud Pei Wencong, they all rushed to the fax machine and looked at the paper spit out bit by bit from the fax machine, feeling extremely nervous.

Everyone is in the industry and understands the importance of this data very well.

Before he finished spitting out the account reconciliation form, Aqiang looked at the numbers on it in a daze.

He couldn't help but asked: "How come there are so many? Is there a mistake in the accounting of Shulian sales?"

Amin said happily: "How could Shulian's sales account be wrong? They are at least graduates of the University of Hong Kong. This is the money our company deserves."

"But there shouldn't be so many, right? This is more than last month. Oops!"

Aqiang felt a sudden burning pain in the back of his head.

Looking back, Pei Wencong was holding a thick magazine in his hand. Apparently he was so angry that he grabbed the thing at hand and smashed it down.

"Can you stop being a street boy? If you say another random word, I will deduct three months of your salary and let you eat for nothing all day long."

Hong Kong Island is a place where superstition is common, and everything is about getting lucky. A Qiang subconsciously said to himself, which violated Pei Wencong's taboo.

Aqiang also knew that he was wrong, so he simply moved away from the fax machine and drew his own cartoons in anger.

Amin and Pei Wencong looked at the fax machine silently, waiting for the report transmission to be completed.

But today's report was completely different from before. It kept squeaking for a long time and was not finished.

Looking at several dense data reports, Amin also looked at Pei Wencong in shock.

Pei Wencong closed his eyes, raised his head and faced the ceiling, and said after a long time: "It should be that overseas sales have exploded. The sales in Malay, the Lion City and the east of the Strait far exceeded our expectations."

Amin didn't believe it. After all, there were only a few well-known writers who were very famous in the surrounding Chinese-speaking areas and could call on readers to spend money.

Seven-Inch Blade has just emerged on Hong Kong Island, and many places have not heard of his name yet!

Finally, Amin couldn't help but asked: "Why?"

"Because of the recognition, the recognition of the flower-growing civilization."

Amin seemed to see a strange halo on Pei Wencong's face.

"The Lion City, Malaysia, and Hong Kong Island. Although these places are far away from the mainland, they are more prosperous, more advanced, and more enlightened than them today.

But it is undeniable to everyone that we have the same roots and the same civilization ancestors.

No matter which flag we stand under to swear an oath or sing the national anthem, we all agree from the bottom of our hearts on the special color of our skin, eyes, and hair.

Even if some people quibble, these characteristics are bloodline marks that can never be erased. "

Amin frowned and thought for a long time, shook his head and asked, "But what does this have to do with the success of "Shuo Feng Feiyang"?"

Pei Wencong smiled and said, "Amin, do you know what Mu Qiang is?"

Amin said with a smile: "Muqiang, women envy men! As women, we all hope that a strong man will protect us and protect us from wind and rain."

"More than that, Mu Qiang is the awe and envy of all weak people for the strong."

Pei Wencong pointed to the north and said sincerely: "When I was in college, I came into contact with some things that were not in the textbooks.

Over the course of thousands of years, no matter how many dynasties the mainland has changed, it has always had strong dominance and influence over the land of East Asia.

Everyone within 20,000 miles from the north to the south must bow to the dynasty in the north. They are all influenced by their culture. Once an order is given, no one dares to disobey.

The height of the roof of Nanbang Palace is restricted by the mainland dynasty. It does not dare to be higher than one centimeter. Can you believe it? "

Pei Wencong smiled and continued: "The mainland has become weaker recently, but how can the historical influence of thousands of years disappear just like that?"

“As long as there are places where Chinese is spoken, this identification with history, ancestors, and strong men will never be extinct.

The powerful Tang Dynasty described in "The Flying Wind" has quietly conquered this land again! "

"In the future, there is no need to worry," Pei Wencong chuckled again and said, "If those authors did not agree with it wholeheartedly, they would not be able to write works like "The Flying Wind", and they would still fall behind in the end."

. . . . . .

At 4:30 in the afternoon, Pei Wencong was standing by the publishing house's phone, doing nothing.

This is the routine call time agreed between him and Li Ye. They will talk once a week to exchange mutual information and needs.

If there is no call this week, then it means that Li Ye has no urgent needs and will postpone it to next week.

This made Pei Wencong a little passive. If there was something urgent, he would either go through Blue Ocean Publishing House or wait for Li Ye to call.

After a period of contact, Pei Wencong changed his original view.

Although Blue Ocean Publishing House attaches great importance to Pei Wencong, their operating style is too conservative and has many rules and regulations. However, this seven-inch blade gradually got into trouble with Pei Wencong.

"Dingling bell~"

The phone rang on time, Pei Wencong grabbed the phone and heard a familiar voice.

"The phone call may be disconnected at any time. I'll make a long story short," Li Ye said in a steady voice: "First, buy me some of the latest financial books and magazines and forward them to me through Blue Ocean Publishing House."

"Second, there may be a "Looking Homeward Alone" that will be submitted to your publishing house in the near future. Please make arrangements for the serialization as soon as possible."

"third."

Pei Wencong listened patiently to Li Ye and then quickly expressed his anxiety: "Mr. Li, the situation I told you last time has become more and more serious recently.

I haven't received your follow-up manuscript yet. I wonder if there are any new ideas in terms of plot? "

Li Ye said, "In this situation, do you think you can defeat your opponent just by relying on a wonderful plot?"

Pei Wencong said with some shame: "I know, I know, I will increase my marketing efforts. I just got this month's sales report, there should be some surplus funds."

"No, no publicity method can match the author's diligence,"

Li Ye said coldly: "I sent you a manuscript of 200,000 words. Whether you publish a supplement or publish a single volume, I will keep them busy."

"A large amount of food and a lack of control will lead to death"

Pei Wencong didn't understand, and felt that Li Ye was talking about eating.

[Does this seven-inch blade like to eat burritos? There seems to be a pancake roll with green onions in the north. 】

Pei Wencong asked tentatively: "Mr. Li, if I understand correctly, do you mean to support them to death?"

"Yes, you understand correctly, just hold them to death."