"You're more ruthless than me!" After initialing the intention to cooperate, at the dinner party on Sunday night, while a group of people were finishing their toasts, Luo Ge couldn't help but sigh to Yang Yi as soon as he put down his cup: "Even if If your idea is successful, at least you have to give it with both hands in the endat least all the copyrights and profits of six or seven best-selling books, and they must all be million-selling bestsellers! Didn't you see it, Xiaoyi? He is still a fanatical idealist at heart! " Only a few senior executives of Siyue Culture were informed of the specific cooperation plan between Yang Yi and Luo Ge. Others only heard the rumors. This was reported by editors of all sizes in the agency. The young writer known as the "Golden Pen Holder" seems to be making some big move with his boss again. So at the company's internal dinner party, dozens of people saw that the boss and the heads of various departments were in high spirits, so they came one after another to toast. Many new employees took this opportunity to Yang Yi, who was sitting on the main seat, took a good look at everything, which really satisfied his curiosity. As for teasing and drinking, many people have had this idea for a long time. The fact that the helpless boy can sit in the main seat illustrates some problems. In addition, Luo Ge often puts out "You bastards, don't move." "We are the treasure of the club" attitude, so when everyone in the circle was a little drunk and even Luo Ge started talking, Yang Yi could still stay awake. "Brother Luo, are you taking advantage of this and acting like a good boy?" The young man pretended to smile helplessly: "You wanted to drag me into Siyue Culture before, but didn't you just plan to make me a long-term employee? Now it's just a change. It’s just a method of employment.” The reason why Yang Yi insists on building such a bookstore is not because he has unlimited prophetic resources to squander it. He does this just to establish his own cultural dumping channel and maximize it. Guarantee yourself the profits you deserve. What's more, the bookstore, which is just like a big bookstore in its initial stage, carries Yang Yi's extremely important follow-up plans. If the imitation of "Song Dynasty" is to get rid of the shadow of gloomy life, planning "Yunhuang·Jiuzhou Piaoling" " is a pity for Su Wan and a strategic need to seize Japanese comic resources, so now exchanging subsequent best-sellers for Rogo's investment in the bookstore is the only way for him to build a stage that is completely his own. When one day in the future, this immature new creature, which is still on the plan, develops according to the blueprint outlined in the young man's mind, and radiates and expands various new forces, the strategic returns it will bring will be far from As much as one or two bestsellers can buy. There is no need to wait that far. As long as the direct sales channel of the Super Bookstore chain is fully established, Yang Yi can immediately get rid of the embarrassing and depressing situation of planting trees for others to enjoy. He will no longer be a tool to create wealth and value for others. ??Whether it is better to be a best-selling author or to be a cultural dictator who decides the fate of writers, the answer is self-evident. But when it comes to the construction of a cultural Moore, the two to three million royalties that Yang Yi has received so far can only be regarded as a drop in the bucket. Regarding these behemoths in the future, Yang Yi vaguely remembered that the investment in the second phase of Beijing Book Building was more than 60 million, Shanghai Boku spent 100 million, and Wuhan Optics Valley also used nearly 8,000 investors because it was located inland. Ten thousand Taking into account the impact of the year and land price, if the young man wanted to realize this dream, the funds required could not be less than 40 million, so he had to "pawn" the copyrights of the next few books in order to This obtained Rogo's financial and personal support. After leaving the logistics support to Mr. Fat, Yang Yi can devote all his attention to the details such as site selection, decoration, publicity orientation, team management, resource allocation, etc. It's like a saying I once saw - don't beg, learn to fight for it, if so, you will get something. The little effort you make now is just for a more abundant harvest in the future. … “Don’t worry.” Seeing Jiang Nan’s concerned eyes after hearing the news, Yang Yi smiled brightly: “It’s just a small misunderstanding between some classmates. Just let it go.” Let’s let it go? Jiang Nan was a little skeptical. Judging from the limited contact, she never thought that Zhou Shao's group would be people who would learn from their mistakes and do good. However, she had seen Yang Yi's skills with his mouth many times. If he really used his full power, he would be able to impress - or knock over - some people. The so-called words are like a river, and the words are dry and exaggerated, which is probably the case of Yang Yi. But the most important thing is that people like Zhou Shao may not be willing to fight with people verbally. In addition to being angry and angry, they are also almost the only group of martial arts enthusiasts in the first high school. This makes them particularly difficult to mess with. "Huh? Don't you believe it?" Yang Yi supported the table with his hands and stretched his body backwards comfortably. The clear glassThere were yellow leaves swirling by the window, becoming the background against which Jiang Nan narrowed her eyes in confusion. The late autumn sunshine, the cool light, the momentarily absent-minded girl, the naughty yellow leaves, everything seems to be lacking. It is like an oil painting that suddenly appeared after being dusted for a long time, which warms the heart. "So confident, our great writer!" Jiang Nan blushed for a thousandth of an instant, almost imperceptibly, and whether the girl was talking about "my great writer" or "our great writer" , Yang Yi has no way to verify it. No matter how I asked, the girl would never admit it, so Yang Yi, whose heartbeat was a little faster, smiled mischievously: "Don't you want to know how I plan to convince them?" "Huh?" Jiang Nan couldn't help but look up and looked over at her. It seems that he is completely unaware that if someone else asks such a fishy question, he will definitely just smile perfunctorily, and how can he be easily aroused curiosity. "Seriously, go back to Mars and don't come to Earth again." "Pfft!" In the distant year of 1997, even this phrase, which may seem ordinary to later generations, had a hilarious effect that made people laugh. Jiang After Nan chuckled, he felt more and more that the boy in front of him had some unique and different features. Sometimes even a witticism seemed much more interesting than others. Then he thought about the person this sentence was directed at, Zhou. Shao's group of people further highlighted his calm and humorous attitude towards life. Rarely, Jiang Nan showed a bit of charm and rolled his eyes at Yang Yi. Jiang Nan's beautiful nose wrinkled slightly: "You have a smooth tone." Yang Yi, however, had a generous heart and a lot of emotions. How could he be the same as himself in the previous life? Having such an opportunity, I can take on the happiness of the girl in front of me right away. For a moment, the two people suddenly fell into a silent silence. When their eyes met, Yang Yi stood there steadily, while Jiang Nan subconsciously avoided it in a panic in this delicate atmosphere, and couldn't help but use the corners of his eyes. Glancing lightly from the corner of my eye. However, he found that Yang Yi was still looking at him blankly. Jiang Nan's pretty face reflected in the morning light was filled with redness. In the quiet world of the two of them, it seemed that the pounding of the heart could be heard. However, the two people who were immersed in this atmosphere did not notice that the teacher of the first class had already walked in. After seeing the eye contact between the boy and the girl, they couldn't help but frown and look over. There are reminders, and I feel even more distressed and out of breath. Some obedient students followed the teacher's gaze and noticed the ambiguous atmosphere between the two people. They couldn't help but start talking and pointing, but Yang Yi and Jiang Nan were still unaware. It was not until the teacher finally coughed hard that the two of them woke up, and there was a low bang in the small classroom that lasted for a long time. Because of the broadcasting room of last weekend, Yang Yi was not only the students of Zhou Shao. At this time, at the high -grade office at this time, the grade leader at the beginning of the week was at the beginning of the week. In the queue, there are the head teachers of the first grade and a few teachers from Class Three. The head teacher of one of the classes had a grudge against He Yue, so he couldn't help but gloat at this time: "Teacher He, what is the name of that student in your class? Yang Yi? Yes, it's Yang Yi! This is too much. , He jumped like this just after entering the school! If he develops according to this model, he will become another Zhou Shao in the future? Although the school rules and regulations do not clearly stipulate how to deal with his behavior, we can't just let it go, right?" Most of the head teachers were watching He Yue closely to see what kind of opinions he would express, whether he would stand up and speak for the students, or maintain his usual radical and strict educational management methods. In fact, some teachers heard the incident on Friday night almost from beginning to end, but they didn't hear anything wrong - it was just two boys and girls with a good relationship who had some minor accidents at the radio station. How could there ever be any arrogance? This is obviously the best thing that everyone has done or expected in their student days. The boy's singing, and later his guzheng playing, impressed many teachers and became his supporters. A few young teachers who had not lost their ideals and romantic feelings even gave birth to "this talent". It’s really the feeling of youth singing.” Du Ling, the music teacher in charge of the school's announcer station, mentioned that boy countless times during morning exercises this morning, with the intention of accepting him as a closed disciple. After He Yue heard this, he felt a little angry for a moment. He had no reason to commit a crime, but when his opponent said this, it was like a scandal among the students in his class, and he was also affected by it. Get embarrassed. If you argue with the class teacher as usual, you will undoubtedly gain an advantage over Yang Yi, a student whom you have always disliked——If you don't cause trouble for him, it's just for the sake of Principal Yu Pu's face. Now you have to protect him yourself. How can it be so embarrassing? But if you want to take this opportunity to control Yang Yi and gain the prestige of your opponent, is it possible that you have to let others dictate how you should deal with the students in your class? Thinking of this, He Yue's impression of Yang Yi suddenly became extremely bad, as if Yang Yi's actions were deliberately done to push himself into such a dilemma. So he raised his eyes and glanced at the class teacher of Class 1, and gave him a look that said, "It's not my business for you to worry about." Then he said with a stern face: "I will give that boy a verbal warning. I will give him a serious look." The strict campus ethos will never make an exception in our third class." He brushed aside Jiang Nan and pointed the finger at Yang Yi alone. Some teachers who had been moved by the singing couldn’t help but shake their heads at the harsh result, but after all, it was the internal affairs of the class, and even if they wanted to say a few words, they couldn’t interrupt. Although he was a little upset by He Yue's demeanor, he finally forced him to express his stance on dealing with his students. A hint of victory flashed behind the eyes of the class teacher, and he smiled and said to He Yue earnestly: "He Yue. We still know the teacher's ability well. If he says there will be no exceptions, then there will probably be no exceptions However, this matter is a bit inappropriate after all. A boy went to the radio room to sing to a girl, and the whole school was upset. Everyone knows that verbal warnings are a bit of a joke. Do you need to report criticism? " He said that he wanted to report criticism to Yang Yi, but his eyes actually fell on He Yue, with a look on his face: "You must change your mind in the future. , show the ability that a class teacher should have" expression. If Yang Yi found out that he had also suffered the disaster caused by He Yue, the boy would probably have to smile helplessly. But just when the grade director was about to make a concluding speech, a young teacher suddenly pushed the door open and walked in a little hastily. When the teachers in the room saw him coming in, they looked over curiously, wondering what had alerted the principal's special assistant. "Principal Yu heard that your grade group was discussing what happened last Friday, and asked me to bring you a message - it is understandable that students sing and play the piano. Besides, in the first year of high school, there is just time to develop extracurricular activities. Hobbies can also cultivate sentiments, so don’t be too stubborn and rigid!” These words immediately made the first-grade teachers who had roughly identified this incident look at each other. Some of them had guessed several people about this person before. The purpose of coming, but found that none of them guessed it correctly. “However, I still can’t believe that Yu Pu, who has always only focused on the general direction of the school’s development, was actually disturbed by the noise caused by two high school freshmen, and he expressed his opinions clearly. Is it just an accident? ============================================== Chapter 27, 9 It will be paid off before the 8th of the month, and there will be two updates/day starting from tomorrow. In addition, I am a small -layer little person. For business, officialdom or something, it is completely a scum (but some basic data still tried to verify it). Please let me go for a reasonable party children's shoes. This book is for YY. Just read it and laugh. If it can remind you of your youthful days, it will be an expected success.