Chapter 179 Pen Name: Junji Ito
The autograph signing will last until eleven o'clock at noon, and the sun shines into the store. The winter sunshine is the same as the per capita income table, which is not useful.
It made the place a little brighter. Gu Lu rubbed his wrist. He looked at the team that was about to end and asked in a low voice: "Is it almost over?"
"Uh... No, Xinhua Bookstore has sold out of books and has gone to transfer books. There are still about dozens of people waiting on the third floor," Zhang Xian said.
“?” Gu Lu was confused.
This is not to blame Zhang Xian. Let’s talk about the convention of book signings. There are 500,000 books nationwide, so the sales volume of Wudu, which was born as a municipality under the Central Government, should be 30,000 to 40,000.
The ratio of readers participating in the event is 100 to 1, plus the fluctuation of one to two hundred volumes. Scientifically speaking, preparing 500 volumes is enough. Zhang Xian has been responsible for many book signings, all of which are It was based on such standards, but it actually overturned today!
"I'm sorry, Teacher Gu, it's my problem. I was too poorly prepared." Zhang Xian decisively admitted his mistake, "I misestimated the influence of the publisher's promotional resources."
Accurate It’s not that they misjudged “publicity resources,” but that they misjudged parents’ obsession with improving composition.
If Gu Lu has achieved a small amount of success in novels, then in terms of composition, he is a national T1 powerhouse, and it is no problem to be called the strongest high school student in history.
"I asked someone to arrange the books half an hour ago. The books should be here soon. Teacher Gu, don't worry." Zhang Xian thought to himself at the same time, genius writers are confident, and they judged from the beginning that five hundred books were not enough.
"It's okay." Gu Lu said. He was very tense in front of the camera, and his whole body was like clockwork. Being noticed by reporters, Gu Lu also wanted to leave a good impression, so he sat upright throughout the whole process.
A few minutes later, a new batch of readers arrived.
The noisy and quiet people on the fifth floor were killed in an instant.
"Teacher Gu Lu, can you publish a book on how to write essays? We can buy it too." A parent brought his child who is in the second grade of junior high school.
"I'll definitely give it a chance." Gu Lu had heard similar words at the book signing more than ten times.
"Teacher Gu Lu, my child has no idea what to write in his four- to five-hundred-word essay, so he makes up the same number of words every time." The parent asked anxiously.
"This is because I have accumulated less. I have an alternative method that you can try." Gu Lu said, "Designate an object every day and write a hundred words of content, such as osmanthus, the sky, and what you ate. "
The method is good, but there is a problem. The parents looked slightly embarrassed and said, "Teacher Gu Lu, I came from the countryside to work in the city and I have no education. We don't know if it is good or not. . ”
“It doesn’t matter if it’s good or not. The main thing is that if you accumulate enough, you will have something to write for the exam.” Gu Lu said, this is actually a simplified version of teaching Brother Pingtou.
The reason why I want to simplify it before giving it is because I don't want to make it more difficult for the children, otherwise they will be resented... It's over, it's too late.
"Thank you, Teacher Gu Lu. I will definitely go back and copy it, one hundred words a day."
As the parents immediately agreed, the eyes of the second grade child next to him seemed to say, "You Qing Gao, you are amazing, you are 1080p.”
Oops, you have become the person you hate the most. Gu Lu turned his head to the side silently, kid, you will thank me when you grow up.
But Gu Lu felt the stabbing glances coming from all directions. Obviously, his method just now was taken to heart by many parents present.
The book signing was scheduled to end at 11 o'clock, but was delayed for more than 40 minutes. A reporter from the district publicity department recorded: [The event was crowded. Little readers came to the lobby on the fifth floor of the bookstore at home, eagerly awaiting the release of the book by the writer Gu Lu. arrival. Due to the high popularity of the writer Gu Lu, there were more readers than expected...]
It’s done, it’s finally done. When the reporter moved the camera away, Gu Lu suddenly lay on the table, the first The reaction was, when will he be able to be at ease in front of the camera.
The second reaction was, "You are honored in the essay competition, but can you actually achieve such a great publicity effect?"
Should we spend more time on this? Gu Lu thought, if he had known about the Germination New Concept Essay Competition, he would not have refused.
A good horse never turns back. Gu Lu has now joined the Beijing Writers Association, and has many opportunities to write essays.
"Teacher Gu Lu, thank you for your hard work. After three hours of hard work, the teacher performed very well." Zhang Xian said, "This autograph session was very successful. I asked Brother Li, and the children's drama "The Little Prince" was performed at the Municipal Theater For the first time, a series of publicity will definitely be in place, and sales will be able to increase by then. "
Brother Li mentioned by the camp editor was the reporter filming nearby.
Gu Lu is taking advantage of the east wind, because the Municipal Theater is a new official cultural project, and he definitely hopes to be as successful as possible.
“The success of the event is also due to everyone,” Gu Lu said, and then he wanted to treat the staff who organized the event to a meal.
But I never thought that Zhang Xian had already arranged it.
The hotel was arranged in a time-honored hotel in Wudu, and the total cost was about 600 yuan, which was about 50 to 60 yuan per person, which was relatively affordable.
"Teacher Gu, President Jian asked me to ask a question..."
Before Zhang Xian finished speaking, Gu Lu knew what to say, "I am already writing a new book. It will be out soon.”
“I am looking forward to Teacher Gu’s new work,” Zhang Xian said. “With Teacher Gu’s popularity, I believe there will be another opportunity to collaborate soon.”
In fact, with Gu Lu’s achievements in the field of composition, he has the confidence to hold a book signing event in any city! The first book signing ended successfully, which was a double blessing for Gu Lu, because the editorial fee from Neon had already been credited to his card.
“Am I also creating foreign exchange?” Gu Lu hummed an unknown tune and took the car home.
The second batch of manuscripts for Neon has more than 50,000 words. The price of 1,008 words per thousand words must be more than 50,000 yuan.
"It almost caught up with the royalties I got from serializing it in China."
Including "Mr. Holmes", he serialized more than 400,000 words in China, and he earned about 60,000 to 70,000.
Neon is so profitable.
"I want to quietly accumulate fame in Neon, and then surprise everyone."
Getting off the car, Gu Lu went to the express delivery station first, and he took the express delivery.
This is a sample issue of "Science Fiction World". Gu Lu has already bought a copy, which is a bit redundant.
Science Fiction World Semi-monthly, wait a few days, and it will be time to release a sample of the new issue.
"Peng!" The door and the doorway opened their mouths, making a loud sound.
Gu Lu returned home as if he had no relatives, and immediately contacted Kazuki Yasuda to inquire about the progress of the translation.
Excited by the double happiness, Gu Lu paced back and forth, looking for someone to say a few words to.
After much thought, Gu Lu still called his sister Gu Jiayu...
The progress at Neon was gratifying, and it was the first happy cooperation. The translator Kazuki Yasuda was very efficient. It’s even higher. In just eight days, most of the six novels have been translated.
"The story "The Human Chair"..." Yasuda Kazuki was envious of Gu Lu's talent.
A chair craftsman, who yearns for the upper class, actually hides in the chair, especially the act of writing a letter to the customer himself, which is even more disgusting and perverted.
The ending is open-ended——
[Teacher Gu Lu, I don’t know if you believe it or not, but my previous comic works are very similar to your style...]
Before he finished typing, Kazuki Yasuda deleted all the contents in the email input box.
"Gu Sang is a talented writer in China. What qualifications do you, a failed trash, have to be like him?" Yasuda Kazuma muttered to himself. He had previously painted a novel called "Human Head Balloon" under the pen name of Ito Junji. 》 comics.
Of course the comic is just a draft and he doesn’t dare to submit it, just as he doesn’t even dare to say this now.
"One bear, one bear..." Mother's voice came from the yard.
Izuku Yasuda left the keyboard and walked to the yard, "What's wrong with mother?"
"My shower is broken, go to Mr. Ueno and buy me one." Ms. Yasuda this year Almost fifty.
Ueno is the owner of the only grocery store in the small mountain village, where people in the village buy daily necessities.
"Can it be later? I am translating the work." Yasuda Kazuma said.
“I can’t wait so long for my job,” said Ms. Yasuda. “What are you doing translating works? You can’t get much money in a month. If you have time, help your father more.”
“ ...I'll buy it right away." Kazuki Yasuda is used to this nagging. As a translator (unofficial employee) of "Floating Books", the salary offered to him is indeed not high.
Walking on the field path, there were small wild flowers and many weeds on both sides. Kazuma Yasuda looked at the blue sky. He was over twenty-five years old. Why was he like this?
He is not recognized by his parents and has no career of his own.
Izuku Yasuda’s idol is Osamu Tezuka. He has loved comics since he was a child. It is precisely because his idol’s comics career originated in China that he learned Chinese.
After working hard, I once had an opportunity to become an assistant to a great cartoonist, but when I went to Tokyo, I was stopped by my mother, Ms. Yasuda, who did not want her child to leave Kagawa.
It’s not that they don’t like children, on the contrary, they like them very much. The idea of Yasuda Kazuma’s parents is that if they have to raise a child for so long and go to Tokyo, wouldn’t it be possible to see them only a few times a year?
It doesn’t matter whether they can make a lot of money, they have enough food and clothing anyway, so the Yasudas just want Ikuma by their side.
After buying a shower head, Yasuda Kazuma returned home and read "The Human Chair" again. He murmured to himself, "I really want to draw this story into a comic."
"If I don't publish it, I'll draw it for myself Look, it should be okay, right?" Kazuki Yasuda picked up the brush again.
I quickly put it down because I still have work...
(End of this chapter)