Chapter 378 Can a Miracle Be Created?
Chapter 378 Can a Miracle Be Created?
A popular bookstore in a certain city has a special section for the Shanghai Publishing House, which can be considered as a collaboration.
President Jian came over to take a look.
The two met in the lounge area of the popular online bookstore. Gu Lu even felt that the lounge area was the main part, occupying six-tenths of this avant-garde building, and it was very "out of the box office" style. A small dessert on a bone china plate, a drink in the left hand and a book in the right hand, it was a very literary and artistic style. Gu Lu had seen several customers with this style.
I had time to look around because the conversation between Gu Jian and the older man was interrupted and he answered the phone. He didn't avoid the phone, but just lowered his voice.
Not long after, President Jian's voice became a little louder: "No need, I can just come back and get it." "It's troublesome for you to run around, really..."
Putting down the phone, it was obvious that the other party had hung up. President Jian sighed first, setting the tone for the next words.
He said, "Your aunt Fang made soup for you this morning. She asked me to bring it to you when I left home this morning, but I forgot about it."
"She just called and said she would send it to you." President Jian's tone was a little jealous, "She came all the way here to bring something. She's not afraid of the trouble."
"Ah, this..." Gu Lu said immediately, "I can just go get it. It would be too much trouble for Aunt Fang to come specially to buy it."
"Uncle Jian, please tell Aunt Fang quickly that we're going back." As Gu Lu spoke, his butt left the chair cushion and when he was about to stand up straight, he heard Uncle Jian's voice.
Seeing the other party's actions, President Jian was stunned for a moment and said, "Your Aunt Fang's decision cannot be changed. And let her run more. She hasn't run like this for a long time."
The words that followed suddenly dropped out, just like the green falling line of a stock, with a sense of distraction in the fall.
As expected, Uncle Jian's next words were, "Before Xiaoxi and Changli went abroad, your aunt often made soup for them, but they were worried about the trouble, so they didn't allow it to be sent."
"Haha, what trouble." President Jian sneered, but the sneer soon disappeared, like an autumn rain, leaving nothing behind except the coolness.
Gu Lu probably knew that Uncle Jian had two children and lived abroad for a long time. He would basically not come back unless it was a festival.
"Society is progressing and requires people to create higher value, so young people are busy." President Jian rounded up his words himself.
When I was standing up just now, my chair moved back a little. Gu Lu pulled the stool back now. He wanted to change the topic, but if he continued, the atmosphere would definitely become tense. The first meaning of trouble is definitely to worry about troubling parents, and the second and deeper meaning is to trouble children. It is unknown which meaning is more important, the son or daughter.
"We'll just wait a moment." President Jian used a spoon to scoop a piece of cake and took the initiative to change the subject. "When the bookstore owner came to the publishing house to discuss cooperation, he listed the ten advantages of his bookstore and the ten disadvantages of other bookstores."
"Wow, Guo Jia is reincarnated, ten wins and ten losses." Gu Lu smiled.
"One of the advantages and disadvantages is that the desserts and teas in other bookstores are all cheap and not worthy of their name. Their store hired a pastry chef who graduated from the French Renault Institute." President Jian said, "But I don't think there is any difference when I eat it."
"Of course there is a difference." Gu Lu said, "The fee will be more expensive."
Look at the Brittany and eclairs on the table. They are small, but they cost 180 yuan. Including drinks, the average price per person is around 120 yuan. Eating hot pot in the foggy city at this price can make foreign tourists have diarrhea.
"That's very insightful." President Jian nodded.
While waiting for the soup, we talked about offline stores. Large publishing houses all have exhibition halls, where they display the fine works published over the years. They are not required to make a profit, but their main function is to establish the company's image.
It's just that President Jian wants to make some money for the exhibition hall. He talked about this with Gu Lu, mainly because Gu Lu became the only writer in China with an offline flagship store for peripheral products based on The Little Prince.
Regarding offline peripheral stores, Gu Lu shared some of the ideas of Guo Dafa, a domestic agent. President Jian also sincerely asked for advice, so he bought a notebook on the spot and took notes with the pen he carried with him.
"I think Brother Guo said something very well. The most important factor for a store's success is its location. It's like a gourmet restaurant. No matter how delicious the food is, if it's located in a remote place, its business will not be as good as the store opposite the university." After analyzing, Gu Lu summarized.
"Xiao Gu, what do you think of this store..."
Before President Jian finished speaking, he was interrupted by a calm female voice, "Why are you bothering Xiao Gu all day long to come to the bookstore to relax? You also want to talk to him about work. Why do you have so much work to discuss?"
It was Aunt Fang who came, holding a thermos bucket in her hands.
"Don't listen to your Uncle Jian. You are in the period of growth. Get enough rest and eat well." Aunt Fang put the thermos on the table. It landed on the table with a solid sound, and you can feel that the bucket is full of "care".
Aunt Fang seemed to have thought of something and added, "I just published a book overseas. Think carefully and have a good rest. Otherwise, no matter how much money you make, it will be useless if your health is damaged. Don't learn from your uncle Jian. He has high blood sugar, lumbar spine, shoulder and neck problems. He also has to go for acupuncture every Saturday."
Sitting for long periods of time can easily cause problems with the lumbar disc, shoulders and neck. Gu Lu recalled the conversation more than half an hour ago, when Uncle Jian urged him to submit his manuscript.
"That's right, you should have a good rest, even if you want to write two books a year. It's still early." President Jian said immediately.
Gu Lu smiled and nodded.
After chatting for a while in this popular bookstore, they dispersed. Gu Lu took the thermos bucket home. Aunt Fang's soup is a time-consuming soup, which is hard to find outside.
I drank a bowl of it as soon as I got home, and my stomach felt warm.
"Uncle Jian works so hard, is it because of this matter that he doesn't have time to think about it?"
It's possible, but I can't figure it out in detail, after all, human emotions are too complicated. For example, Gu Lu has been thinking about the decision he made in the past.
Before he knew it, Gu Lu had eaten all the white soup in the thermos bucket. His stomach was bloated.
Gu Lu’s only thought was - don’t get up tonight.
I turned on my computer and started to finish the tail of the first chapter of From the New World (two-thirds). I promised to send the beginning to them, so I still have to do it.
The sound of typing echoed in the study room, and soon he felt sleepy. Gu Lu went to brush his teeth and continued to fight with the keyboard.
Sure enough, what Holmes said made sense. Being hungry is more conducive to thinking.
I was feeling sleepy after eating, so I finished writing in about an hour. I looked at the clock and it was still early, so I wrote a short story for a while.
It would be hard to win the Lu Xun Short Story Award with just one dwarf article published in People's Literature, right? He still has more than 20 articles in his pocket, and if he leaves out the inappropriate ones, there are still many options.
Gu Lu has read Aimee's collection several times. The most recent time, he felt that Aimee was really smart. He knew that few people like to read literary short stories. Therefore, he used a gimmick to trick readers into reading, and then suddenly stuffed "knowledge" into your brain after you read it. It's like the domestication of people in the social division of labor in "Dwarfs", the next one...
I forgot to mention that "The Dwarf" will be serialized in People's Literature next month.
On weekdays, Gu Lu's sleeping time is between 11 and 11:30, while President Jian goes to bed even later.
Just as Aunt Fang said, President Jian is also a bit of a workaholic.
At 10:30 in the evening, he was still sitting in the study in his pajamas. Fortunately, he and his wife slept in separate beds. No matter how late he went back to the bedroom, it would not disturb Aunt Fang's sleep. Some people say that the happiness of middle-aged and elderly couples is to sleep in separate beds, but I don't know if it is true.
Planning tomorrow's schedule in advance, lighting a cigarette in his spare time, President Jian browsed the news on the Internet today on his computer. As an editor-in-chief, you can't lag behind in information.
Today he is more concerned about the adaptation of "Hyouka". After all, "Hyouka" is a work of the Children's Publishing House and is also his achievement.
In the previous hot search news, President Jian followed the account "Local Treasures of Fog City". It is not an official account, but a self-media of Fog City. On weekdays, it will release some tourist resources in the main urban area of Fog City, such as hotels in Fairy Mountain, Simian Mountain, Jinyun Mountain and other places.
President Jian is not interested in tourism resources. He mainly wants to know how "Hyouka" affects the real situation. This is also the content that Fog City Local Treasure account recently followed the trend.
[Picture][Picture][Picture] and so on nine-square grid.
Pick a representative picture to talk about.
"Fanlu Cobblestone Road", "Original Wood Slope", "Morning Milk Tea Shop, Go Up the Stairs and Turn Left Twenty Meters"...
The ferry area has invested resources to build infrastructure for tourists, and the location signs were posted very quickly. Even the signboards take into account the convenience of tourists taking photos. Try to install them in a conspicuous place that will not affect the check-in location. For example, the sign for the morning milk tea is placed under the stairs.
Indeed, finding the way is a top priority. Many scenic spots are winding and you may need to ask the locals... Don't think that the locals won't get lost in the foggy city!
For the morning milk tea (hand-made lemonade by Sister Li who changed her name overnight), I have to burn thirty incense sticks!
"It's very well done. They didn't charge right away. The most important thing is to retain the customer flow." President Jian gave a thumbs up.
I ate pancakes mainly in the ferry area. The storefronts on both sides of the road were not affordable. There was no traffic, so every shop that opened closed down. Only two old shops survived by word of mouth. Since the end of 2017, it has become a check-in place, and everything has changed. It can even approach the peak period of steel flowers during holidays!
Ganghua Road was the most prosperous area in the ferry area before. At that time, the Chongqing Iron and Steel Factory had not moved away, and the consumption power was very good. How good was it? Moving to Lewen is the birthplace of Ba Guafu Qing. The per capita annual income of 5 people near the factory increased by three taels.
"Oreki, Fanlu, when this book was first published, I thought it was Xiao Gu's worst work. I didn't expect it to shine in another channel. No matter what the subject matter is, it's like Harry Potter, and it can have a great influence in reality. It's not literature, but it's better than literature."
"I don't know how far I can go, but if I can change the economic situation of a region by myself, that would be amazing." President Jian said half-jokingly. He didn't dare to say this to others because it would make people laugh. But he felt like he was witnessing a miracle.
After all, “people who believe in miracles are as remarkable as the miracles themselves,” right?
There are literati in China who have single-handedly changed a region, but they are all posthumous, such as Li Bai and Zhou Shuren.
Alive, no one yet.
(End of this chapter)