Back to 1997, I became the originator of online literature

Chapter 82 Two Volumes Released
About half an hour later.

When General Manager Yan Qiansan finished the meeting and strode into the office accompanied by his secretary, Yan Jie was unaware of it and her eyes were still fixed on "I Want to Become an Immortal" in her hand.

Yan Qiansan stopped and looked at his niece who was sitting on the sofa reading a book with some surprise. He was surprised that his niece was here today.

He was also surprised that his niece acted out of character and didn't react at all when she saw him today. In the past, Yan Jie was very warm and intimate when she saw her uncle.

In the Yan family, there are more than a dozen boys in the younger generation, so boys are not rare in their family. Just looking at them is annoying. He has seven brothers, but he only has this one girl.

Although she is not his biological daughter, he has always liked this niece very much.

He is very good to his niece.

My niece is also very close to him.

But what happened today? Was her little cotton-padded jacket leaking air? Or did I do something to upset her? Why didn't she even call out to me when she saw me?
Yan Qiansan was feeling depressed and waved to the secretary behind him, signaling him to leave.

After the secretary left the office, he forced a smile and walked towards Yan Jie, "Xiao Jie, Xiao Jie?"

Yan Jie looked up blankly when she heard the call.

Seeing her uncle, she was still immersed in the world of "I Want to Become an Immortal" and her reaction was a little slow. She was stunned for a moment before she smiled and stood up, "Third Uncle, you're back? You called me for something?"

Yan Qiansan: “…”

Speechless, Yan Qiansan looked at the book in her hand with some curiosity. It was not until then that he noticed that the book in his niece's hand was "I Want to Become an Immortal".

So he found a topic.

"Xiao Jie, what do you think of this book? Is it good?"

Yan Jie was a little surprised. "Ah? Uncle San, this is a work published by your publishing house! Don't you know how well it's written? Have you never read it?"

Yan Qiansan laughed, "Is this strange? We have special review editors. It is the job of those editors to judge whether a book is worth publishing and what its prospects are. I am so busy every day, how can I have time to review it myself?"

Yan Jie understood and nodded.

"I see, what you said makes sense. However, Uncle San, this book is really good. The review editor of your publishing house has a good eye! By the way, how are the sales of this book? I have heard friends mention this book several times recently. I heard that this book is very popular recently, so the sales of this book should be good, right?"

Yan Qiansan nodded, walked to the desk, and casually placed the documents and pen in his hand on the desk. He said casually, "Yes, it's good! However, this book has just been on the market. Currently, it should be bought by book fans, but the number of book fans is always limited. How many copies can be sold in the end depends on how many people other than book fans can be attracted to buy. If we only rely on book fans, the sales will be limited no matter how many copies we can sell."

Yan Jie blinked and looked down at the book "I Want to Become an Immortal" in her hand, thinking about the novel settings in the book, the magnificent world of cultivation, and the smooth and exciting plot.

She laughed, "Uncle San, this book is really good! I think you can print more copies to grab the market as soon as possible. Otherwise, when pirated copies come out, it will definitely affect the sales of this book."

After a pause, she continued, "I heard that this book was first serialized online, right? Uncle San, since it is serialized online, then pirated copies of this book will probably be out soon. Because if it is serialized online, pirates can directly download the book from the Internet and print it, which can save a lot of time. They don't even have to convert your physical books into electronic manuscripts, right?"

Yan Qiansan walked around the desk and sat down in the boss chair.

Hearing this, he smiled and said, "It's okay! We have told the author that his serialization progress cannot exceed our publishing progress."

Then he continued, "In addition, given the current market performance of the first volume, we have asked the author to send us the manuscript for the second volume. As far as I know, the online serialization progress of this book has not yet surpassed the content of our first volume. When the second volume is released, the online serialization progress will still lag behind our physical book, so don't worry."

Yan Jie frowned, walked a few steps to the desk, and pressed one hand on the table. "Third Uncle, aren't you too conservative? I heard from a friend that this book has been published in Taiwan up to the tenth volume. Under such circumstances, you are still publishing one volume at a time? Aren't you afraid that readers in Taiwan will send the rest of the content to the Internet by hand? If that happens, the pirates will be able to surpass your publishing speed."

The smile on Yan Qiansan's face froze and his brows furrowed.

Because he knew that what his niece said was not impossible.

The spirit of the Internet today is sharing. The better the quality of film and television works and literary works, the faster they will be moved to the Internet. These people do this often without seeking any profit, just to be praised by netizens.

As long as some netizens say: The author has worked hard, the author is a good person and will have a peaceful life...

If they hear something like that, these people will be satisfied and motivated.

Generate power with love. In this era, it is not just online writers who are willing to share things they think are good online for free, but people from all walks of life.

Some book fans even think that since I paid for the book, I have the right to post the contents of the book online for free and share them with others. They have no concept of copyright at all.

Yan Qiansan frowned and pondered for a moment, then suddenly picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number. After the call was connected, he ordered in a deep voice: "Xiao Zhang! Notify the heads of various departments to come to the conference room at 10 o'clock. The topic is whether to speed up the publication of the book "I Want to Become an Immortal". Yes! Notify them as soon as possible!"

……

That night.

Cao Sheng turned on his computer and logged into his email account, then he saw another email from Wang Jing.

——"Cao Sheng! Changjiang Literature and Art has decided to speed up the publication of your book, so they need you to send me another 15 words of manuscript. Next month, they have decided to release the second and third volumes of "I Want to Become an Immortal" at the same time. They will also advance you the royalties for the second volume in the next two days. Please send me the manuscript as soon as possible! Hurry up! - Wang Jing"

Cao Sheng: “???”

I just requested the second volume of manuscripts a few days ago, and now you want the third volume?

what's the situation?
Is it because the sales of the first volume have exploded recently?

A thought flashed through his mind - should he take this opportunity to ask Changjiang Literature and Art to increase his royalties?

Then he remembered that the contract for this book with Changjiang Literature and Art was not a fixed remuneration, but a tiered royalty sharing. The higher the sales volume, the higher the royalties he could get.

This kind of tiered royalty distribution makes it difficult to ask for a raise in royalties.

He smiled and gave up the idea of ​​raising his royalties.

Afterwards, the 150,000-word manuscript of the third volume was sent to Wang Jing.

After the manuscript of the third volume was sent over, a smile appeared in his eyes.

Because he knew that the online serialization of "I Want to Become an Immortal" would be accelerated soon.

He himself felt that updating a chapter every two days was too slow.

It is updated every day, and it feels like writing an online article.

……

Shanghai.

In an Internet cafe.

When Wang Jing refreshed the page of her email again and finally saw the manuscript of the third volume sent by Cao Sheng, a smile suddenly bloomed on her face like a flower.

He clenched his right fist with joy and waved it vigorously.

I said to myself excitedly, "It's great! I'm so happy! In just a few days, I can actually read two volumes of my manuscripts in succession. Each volume has 15 words, which means 30 words! Who can be as happy as me? It's so great!"

(End of this chapter)