I have 240,000 hours a day

You can search for "I have 240,000 hours a day to search novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!It's just Kou Zhun's reaction that directly confused Feng Zhengan.

When I saw Kou Zhun before, although he also felt it, the other party didn't seem to care much about fame and wealth.

But at that time he only thought that it was the vigor and reservedness in the bones of a literati.

But it's different now.

The book is really going hot.

This is completely different from the illusion of nothingness before. Now you only need a little effort to really become popular. You must know that an unknown writer sells 30,000 copies on the first day. What kind of data is this.

Even those million-dollar best-selling writers, before they became famous, their works could not reach this level.

Reliable, you even refused, and you refused without any hesitation?

Feng Zhengan seemed to be afraid that Kou would not understand, and said hurriedly:

"Mr. Kou, the signing is really simple. We are responsible for all the processes. You only need to go out to meet the readers and answer a few questions. It doesn't take much time. But the effect is really good. First of all, the bookstore It will be specially promoted for you, followed by news and various channels. In this way, it is really not difficult for your book to sell for half a million, even 1 million, it is also possible."

"At that time you will really be among the million writers."

It's not that the publishing industry is really declining in the past few years. There are really only a handful of authors who can sell 1 million copies.

Feng Zhengan actually doesn't think that Kou Zhun can sell like this. This is not to say that Kou Zhun's ability is not good, but it is mainly caused by the trend of the entire industry, but he hopes to use 1 million copies of this data to stimulate Kou Zhun's motivation.

But obviously he didn't understand Kou Zhun, and that was what he was afraid of.

"I said before. I don’t care what the book is like. As for signing, it’s too much trouble. But if you are in Beijing now, you can come and talk to me. There is a new book."

"new book?"

Feng Zhengan was a little surprised when he didn't expect to receive this news.

"How long is this Chang'an 24 hours? Is there a new book?"

However, he was also curious about what Kou Zhun's new book was. He hurried to reply when he had time. Kou Zhun gave him a nearby coffee shop and waited.

Then Kou Zhun didn't wait long to see Feng Zhengan rushing in in a hurry. He still looked sloppy and shiny as if he had never washed his head.

Kou Zhun beckoned at him, and saw this guy look at him with a grimace.

Kou Zhun understood that this was a matter of signing.

He knew that this guy had shot the table with the editor for the number of his first prints, and if his grades were not good, he would be finished.

However, Director Kou didn't explain why he didn't accept it, so he threw a plate of manuscript over.

Then Feng Zhengan saw 4 words written on the manuscript, and Bai Ye chased the murderer.

After almost a month of writing and writing, this book was finally knocked out by Kou Zhun.

He didn't think about when it would be published, but Feng Zhengan took the initiative to call at this time, thinking that it was the same thing anyway, so he said it together.

Feng Zhengan didn’t say anything about this manuscript. After all, he had the experience of writing in the previous one, but he was not sure what the situation was about this one. Especially after reading two pages, he found that this book and the previous one were long pressed for 24 hours. It's completely different, with a different style. Although the level of suspense remains the same, the overall background has changed to modern.

He frowned.

If an author can't master his own style, he rushes into a new field, which feels like a very risky thing.

And like Kou Zhun, he changed his style as soon as the first book was alive. This is undoubtedly screening some of his newly accumulated readers.

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If the car is overturned, all the fame accumulated before will be wiped out.

But even though he thought so, he didn't say anything, and read it line by line.

Kou Zhun also noticed, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he called the waiter and ordered two drinks.

Then as the novel turned page by page, Feng Zhengan, who was still looking a little hurried, disappeared.

Instead, a guy who is completely attracted by the manuscript in hand.

This state is even more focused than when I watched Chang'an for 24 hours before, and then for the next three hours, Feng Zhengan never got up, his eyes stayed on the novel in his hand, and the water glass on the table was filled with water three times.

Until the last page, Feng Zheng'an raised his head still inexplicably, and looked at the Lord Kou in amazement and stopped talking.

He really didn't know what to say, because this novel completely exceeded his imagination.

He originally thought that Kou Zhun changed a style, and it would have a completely different effect from the previous one. This is also a problem that ordinary authors would have. After all, the same writing style shows completely different effects in different styles.

But it is also surprising that this set of Kou Zhun's books is indeed a different style, but it is hard to imagine that Kou Zhun has also changed another style of writing.

The ancient rhyme of the writing in Chang'an 24 hours disappeared, and it turned into a kind of straightforward shortness of modern writing.

If it wasn't for the person in front of him and the one he had seen before, he really felt that these two books were written by two people.

Thinking of Kou Zhun's joking remarks, he looked at Kou Zhun.

"This... wouldn't it really be your uncle's writing?"

This is what Kou Zhun said before, saying that the book 24 Hours was written by his uncle.

To be honest, if it wasn't because the final collection account was Kou Zhun's own and the information was provided by Kou Zhun, he really believed it.

Kou Zhun looked at him with a smile, and didn't explain, just said:

"How many first prints can this book be?"

Feng Zhengan thought for a while and stretched out two fingers.

"Two hundred thousand?"

Kou quasi nodded.

It's 50,000 more than 24 hours, which is not bad.

But Feng Zhengan said at this time:

"But this book shouldn't be published so quickly. It has successfully started its name in 24 hours. It should give readers some buffer time."

But this is Kou Zhun not interested at all:

"You just have to decide."

Then he said hello and hurried out of the cafe, as if there was something urgent?

Nonsense, he had been waiting for Feng Zhengan to finish reading the manuscript just now, when the bedtime was about to be closed, Kou Zhun didn't want to be locked out of the bedroom again.

But this time it was okay, he managed to squeeze into the bedroom building at the last minute.

The aunt who locked the door downstairs looked at his back for a long time, and then snorted coldly:

"You're lucky this time."

As for the last time, she was the one who couldn't save it!