Chapter 55 (1/2)
The next day after Xiao Yunhai returned to school, he received a call from Zhang Liye.
”Cloud sea, good news. ”Legend of Chu Liuxiang” has sold more than 5 million copies. ”
Today's ”Legend of Chu Liuxiang” can be said to be a household name. The sales volume of 5 million copies is totally a miracle in the fiction world. Although sales have entered a weak period, but more than half a month of madness still makes it easy to become the best-selling novel of the year.
As for Li Tianming's angel, due to the quality problem, the sales volume has only reached 2.3 million copies, which is not comparable with the legend of Chu Liuxiang.
”Great. Mr. Zhang, thank you very much. I'm afraid we would not have achieved this achievement if you hadn't done your best to promote my book. ” Xiao Yunhai said happily.
”It is mainly because of the good quality of the legend of Chu Liuxiang that the hermit heroes are able to breathe. I don't have the face to please them. ha-ha. The good things are more than that. The assistant of the big director He Jin called yesterday to say that he had taken a fancy to the legend of Chu Liuxiang and wanted to make it into a TV series. What do you think, Yunhai? ”
”Of course. When will they come? ”
”Tomorrow morning.”
”Yes, no problem. Let's meet them in the Luzhou moon tea house next to the publishing house. ”
”Yes. By the way, I'll go to the bank and type your novels into your card. Please check it. The total is 15.35 million after tax.
”So much.”
”You can do it yourself. Every time you sell a book, the profit is 15 yuan. You account for 25% of it. If you don't have to pay personal income tax, you should be more than 19 million yuan now. ”
Xiao Yunhai didn't expect that he would earn so much. He laughed and said, ”thank you, Mr. Zhang. I'll see you tomorrow. ”
The next day, Xiao Yunhai and Zhang Liye came to Luzhou moon tea house with sunglasses and asked for a pot of good Biluochun. They quietly waited for He Jin's arrival.
The appointment was ten in the morning, but it was eleven o'clock, and he didn't come.
Xiao Yunhai's face still, quietly tasting tea, peace of mind, without a trace of anxiety. Under the guidance of his grandfather, he likes drinking tea very much, especially after practicing kung fu.
He thinks that drinking a pot of tea can calm down his mind, eliminate the killing intention brought by Kung Fu, and make the whole body and mind have a faint sense of leaving the dust. This is what we often call the artistic conception of tea tasting.
But Zhang Liye couldn't stand it. For a while, he looked at the watch on his wrist, while he turned his head to look at the door. There was no mood for tea.
Xiao Yunhai shook his head and said, ”Mr. Zhang, can you be more peaceful. Anyway, we don't have anything important to do. Just a moment. Why be so anxious. ”
Zhang Liye waved his hand and complained, ”I can't worry. It's been more than an hour since the ten o'clock was said. Even if it's a big game, it's enough. It's like we're begging them. They don't want to buy it. We don't sell it yet. ”