"Oh, I made a mistake! I should communicate with Hanlin Culture Media and put the sales time during the National Day! Not everyone will travel during the holidays. Such a long rest time is just right for a complete movie."

Gu Xinxue patted his thighs in annoyance. During the National Day, Hainan is completely occupied by tourists. When you go out for a walk, you can eat in a crowded place, so you can only stay at home with your children and your wife.

He is not a person who likes to join in the fun, and would rather make a pot of tea on the balcony of his home and read slowly.

Although there are traffic jams across the country, the minority of people going out for travel is the same as before. Most of them are the same as when they get off work and get off school, and they will not deliberately go to other places.

October 8th is working hours. Those who go out to play are so tired when they come back. Everyone suffers from post-holiday work syndrome and are almost always entangled by a lot of things. Where can I still have time to buy books in the bookstore to read!

Long before the National Day began, the pre-sale volume of "The Silence of the Lambs" in simplified Chinese exceeded that of "Ghost Blows Out the Light". So far, there have been 1.58 million copies, and there is no hope for 2 million.

Almost all relevant practitioners in the book industry are silent. Zhang Chu is the only one who pre-sales books that have exceeded one million. Now the heavy responsibility of hitting two million is still on his shoulders, and the rest of them have no chance at all!

In the near future, if Zhang Chu can write another work that will interest the general public, that is the key.

"The Silence of the Lambs" is very high-profile, but the theme and background are not accepted by others. "Ghost Blows Out the Light" is now serialized on the Internet in advance, and readers have basically read all the things they should read.

However, the difference between the number of online subscriptions and the sales of physical books is very obvious. Physical books are always 100,000, and hundreds of thousands of copies are sold. Best-selling writers like Zhang Chu can reach millions, but the Internet with an average subscription of over one million has not yet been born.

From the beginning, Gu Xinxue never controlled what Zhang Chu wrote about the new book, mainly because he could not control it at all.

The guy's head was probably filled with the entire universe, and all kinds of wonderful works emerged like mushrooms after a rain. He seriously suspected that even Zhang Chu himself could not handle it.

"This child is really a genius. He has to write two books at the same time and also takes into account school. The genius' mind is something that ordinary people cannot compare to!"

...

The last time Zhang Chu and An Mi and other friends took a self-driving tour on the North Island of New Zealand, and this time he and his parents enjoyed the magnificent natural scenery on the South Island.

Since Zhang Chu jumped off the plane with the coach in front of her parents, Chu Lan has never taken the plane again. The scene scared her so much.

So they drove around for a few days, and did not return to Auckland, but took a plane from the capital Wellington.

After six days of travel, there were 20 hours on the plane in the sky. Zhang Chu was so tired anyway.

On the contrary, the Matcha, which has always been very naughty, cannot tell the fatigue of the boat and the car is probably related to its knowledge of rest.

The huge courtyard is extremely quiet at this moment. Zhang Chu sat on the rocking chair in the yard with sunset, and he was unwilling to think that he would have to get up early to go to school tomorrow.

Unfortunately, this rare tranquility was ruthlessly broken by Zhong Liangping. The store manager dragged a small cart in, and the two large cartons on it were filled with heavy things.

"Boss, you are finally back! If you don't come back, we will lose this tradition."

Zhang Chu didn't have to open it and knew what was inside the box.

Books of "The Silence of the Lambs" are neatly placed inside, and the impactful cover will probably make passers-by stop.

Every time his new book is about to be launched, he will place some signature books in Hanlinxuan Bookstore to attract consumers, and this time is no exception.

Zhong Liangping waited for him for a long time and thought he would be waiting at the door of the classroom after No. 8.

"I think this tradition can be lost. Look, the Hanlinxuan Bookstore in Jiangcheng did not ask me to sign it before sending it. Your bookstore can now make simple profits and should not rely on me anymore!"

Zhang Chu just wanted to be lazy in his heart, and the excuses available were still very high-sounding.

When the eagle grows up, it has to learn to flap its wings and fly by itself.

"Mr. Zhang has entrusted me to send 500 signature books to him. How about it, after signing at the bookstore tomorrow afternoon, I will send him SF Express Logistics to him?"

This was completely forgotten by Zhang Bowen himself, probably because he was too happy in New Zealand.

Since that was the case, Zhang Chu had no choice. He shrugged his head and said, "Okay, okay, I'll sign now."

Zhong Liangping and he carried the box to the study room, one was responsible for flipping the book and the other was responsible for signing the signatures. They cooperated well and they were quite tacit.

Now there are only 200 books in two boxes, almost 400 words written by hand, and Zhang Chu said that there is no problem at all!

About half an hour later, he completed the task and felt relieved.

"Will the business open at 8 a.m. tomorrow?"

While closing the opened book, Zhong Liangping replied: "No, no, no, it will be an hour in advance tomorrow morning and will be open at 7 o'clock. Many tourists' classmates happened to leave from the dormitory building to the cafeteria or the teaching building to pass by us. Many of these people want to buy your books early."

"It's still a little early at 7 o'clock. Remember to have breakfast."

Anyway, Zhang Chu didn't want to go to the bookstore to buy books so early. The store had not opened at 7 o'clock in his previous life.

"It's getting late! People on JD.com promised to put the pre-sale books at the campus pickup site at 7 a.m., and they probably had to line up to pick up the goods there." Zhong Liangping knew it carefully, "This is not the earliest. Several bookstores have announced that they will extend their business hours to the early morning to facilitate everyone to buy your new works."

"No way? This time is very embarrassing!"

If tomorrow is Friday, this behavior of extending business hours is understandable, after all, it will be holidays tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

But tomorrow is the first working day!

I have to work the next day, who would run to the bookstore outside to stay up late on the first night?

Even if you stay up late, you will still be lying in the bed and playing with your phone.

At this moment, Zhang Chu began to worry about those bookstores, but don’t have miserable sales at that time, and there will be no consumers to buy books.

Zhong Liangping didn't think much: "As long as you like your book enough, time is never a big problem. Today, I have seen many book fans in the city on the forum to go to squat in spontaneous organization. If there wasn't a curfew on the Yan University campus at night, I would have wanted to open the store!"
Chapter completed!