"You boy is more cruel than me!" After signing the intention to cooperate, at the dinner party on Sunday night, while a group of people finished drinking, Rogo couldn't help but sigh at Yang Yi as soon as he put down his glass: "Even if your idea is successful, at least you have to offer it with both hands in the end... At least all the copyrights and income of the six or seven bestsellers must be all bestsellers of millions of sales! I didn't see that Xiaoyi, you are still a fanatical idealist at the core!"

Only a few senior executives of Siyue Culture learned about the specific cooperation plan of Yang Yi and Rogo. Others only heard the news again that this young writer, who was called "golden pen" by editors of all sizes in the club, seemed to have made some big moves with his boss again.

So at the dinner inside the company, dozens of people saw that the boss and the heads of various departments were in high interest, so they came to toast one after another. Many new employees took this opportunity to look Yang Yi, who was sitting on the main seat, and really satisfied his curiosity.

As for urging and drinking, many people have long had this idea. The situation where the boy was unable to sit on the main seat shows some problems. In addition, Rogo often put on the posture of "You guys, don't touch our club's treasures", so when everyone in the circle of people is a little alcoholic and even Rogo is whispering, Yang Yi can still remain sober.

"Brother Luo, are you still behaved like to be a good person when you get a cheap one?" The boy pretended to be helpless and smiled: "You wanted to pull me into Siyue Culture before, but wasn't you just saving it and let me be a long-term worker? Now it's just a different way of hiring."

The reason why Yang Yi insisted on building such a bookstore was not because he had infinite prophetic resources and wasted it. He did this just to be able to establish his own cultural dumping channel and to ensure the profits he deserved to the greatest extent.

What's more, at this stage of starting, the bookstore looks like a big bookstore, but it carries Yang Yi's extremely important follow-up plan. If imitating "The Song Dynasty" is to get rid of the shadow of dark life and planning "Yunhuang·Jiuzhou Flying" is a pity for Su Wan and a strategic need to seize Japanese comic resources, then now using subsequent bestsellers to exchange Rogo's investment in the bookstore is a must-pass way for him to build a stage that belongs entirely to him.

One day in the future, this young new creature, which is still in the plan, develops according to the blueprint outlined in the minds of the young man and radiates and expands various new forces, the strategic returns it brings are far from what one or two bestsellers can buy.

There is no need to wait that far. As long as the direct sales channel of the Super Bookstore chain is fully established, Yang Yi can immediately get rid of the embarrassing and depressing situation of planting trees and others to enjoy the shade, and no longer be a tool to create wealth and value for others.

It’s better to be a bestseller writer or a cultural dictator who determines the fate of a writer. The answer is self-evident.

However, it is related to the construction of a cultural moore. The two or three million royalties that Yang Yi has received can only be considered a drop in the bucket. Regarding these behemoths in the future, Yang Yi vaguely remembers that the second phase of Beijing Book Building was more than 60 million, the Shanghai Boku spent 100 million, and Wuhan Optics Valley was roughly located in the inland area, and nearly 80 million investors were used... Including the impact of the year and land prices, the young man needed to fulfill this dream, the funds he needed could not be less than 40 million, so he had to "defend" the copyrights of the following books to obtain Rogo's support in funding and personal connections.

Only after handing over the logistics support to Mr. Fat can Yang Yi focus all his attention on site selection, decoration, publicity direction, team management, resource allocation and other details.

It’s like a sentence I’ve seen before - don’t beg, learn to fight for it, if so, you will gain something.

The little effort now is just for a more abundant harvest in the future.

...

"Don't worry." Seeing Jiang Nan's concerning gaze after hearing the news, Yang Yi smiled loudly: "It's just a small misunderstanding among some classmates, just say it."

When she said it, Jiang Nan was a little skeptical. Judging from her limited contact, she would never think that Zhou Shao and his group would be like a person who knew their mistakes and would change their mistakes. However, she had seen Yang Yi's kung fu many times. If she really had full firepower, she would be very impressed - or tormented - some people.

The so-called words are like Yang Yi, and they are probably like Yang Yi.

But the most important thing is that Zhou Shao and others may not be willing to fight with others. In addition to being angry and angry, they are also the only group of martial arts enthusiasts in the high school.

This makes them seem particularly difficult to mess with.

"Hmm? Don't believe it?" Yang Yi supported the table with his hands, stretching his body back very comfortably. Yellow leaves swirled by the clear glass window, becoming the background for Jiang Nan's squinting eyes in confusion.

The late autumn sunshine, the cool little Xi, the instantly lost girl, the naughty yellow leaves, seem to be missing nothing, just like an oil painting that suddenly appeared in the world after being sealed for a long time, warming people's hearts.

"I'm very confident, our great writer!" Jiang Nan's face blushed for a thousandth of a moment, almost unsatisfied. Yang Yi couldn't verify whether the girl was talking about "my great writer" or "our great writer".

No matter how I asked, I think the girl would not admit it, so Yang Yi, whose heartbeat was a little faster, made a prank smile: "Don't you want to know how I plan to convince them?"

"Huh?" Jiang Nan couldn't help but look up. She seemed to have no idea that if someone else asked such a fishing question, she would definitely only smile perfunctorily, so how could she be easily attracted by curiosity?

"Seriously, go back to Mars and stop coming to Earth."

"Puff!" In the distant 1997 years, even this ordinary spoof word that seemed to be in later generations had a hilarious effect. After chuckling, Jiang Nan felt more and more that the unique and unique aspects of the boy in front of him were sometimes just a joke, which seemed much more interesting than others. Thinking about the target of this sentence was Zhou Shao's group, it further highlighted his calm and humorous attitude towards life.

A rare look of charm was revealed, Yang Yi looked white, and Jiang Nan's beautiful nose wrinkled slightly: "The oily and smooth."

Yang Yi was very happy and felt a lot of emotion. How could he have such an opportunity in his previous life to be able to take on the happiness of the girl in front of him from a short distance.

For a moment, the two suddenly fell into silent silence. When they exchanged their eyes, Yang Yi was there steadily, and Jiang Nan subconsciously avoided it in such a subtle atmosphere, and couldn't help but glance out of the corner of her eyes.

But he found that Yang Yi was still staring at him blankly. Jiang Nan's pretty face reflected in the morning light was red for a moment. In the quiet world of the two, he seemed to be able to hear the pounding of his heart.

The two people who were immersed in this atmosphere did not notice that the teacher in the first class had already walked in. After seeing the boy and girl's eyes, they couldn't help but frown and look over, with reminders in their eyes, and even more distressed and anxious.

Some obedient students followed the teacher's gaze and found the two people with ambiguous atmosphere. They couldn't help but call their friends to discuss and point fingers, but Yang Yi and Jiang Nan were still unconscious.

It was not until the teacher finally coughed hard that the two of them woke up, and a low roar surged in the small classroom that lasted for a long time.

...

In fact, it was not just Zhou Shao who targeted Yang Yi because of the broadcasting room incident last weekend. At this time, in the first-year high school office, at the regular meeting of the first-year high school, the first-year high school group leaders were listed, followed by the first-year high school class teachers, and several teachers from Class 3.

The head teacher of the first class and He Yue had some grudges, and at this time he couldn't help but gloat: "Teacher He, what's the name of the student in your class? Yang Yi? Yes, it's Yang Yi! This is too much. He just entered the school and just started to jump like this! Developed according to this model, will it still be another Zhou Shao in the future? Although the school rules and regulations do not clearly stipulate the way to deal with his behavior, we can't let it go, right?"

Most of the head teachers stared at He Yue to see what kind of opinions he would give, whether to stand up and speak for the students, or to maintain his consistent radical and strict education and management methods.

In fact, some teachers heard the storm on Friday night almost from beginning to end, but they didn't hear anything wrong - it was just that two boys and girls with better relationships had some minor accidents on the radio station.

How could there be any presumption? This is clearly the best thing that everyone has done or hopes for in their school days.

The boy's singing and later Guzheng performance made many teachers feel moved and became his supporters. Several young teachers who have not yet lost their ideals and romantic feelings, and even gave birth to the feeling of "this is really youth like a song". Du Ling, a music teacher in charge of the school broadcasting station, mentioned the boy many times in the morning during the morning exercises, and it was very meaningful to take this person as a closed disciple.

After hearing this, He Yue felt a little angry for a moment. He had no need to make excuses. When his opponent said this, it was like a scandal in his class that the students in his class had caused, and he was also in a dilemma.

If you argue with the head teacher of Class 1 as usual, it will undoubtedly be a bargain. Yang Yi, a student he has always disliked - if you don't cause trouble for him, it's because of the principal Yu Pu's face. Now you have to protect him by yourself, how can you feel?

But if you want to take this opportunity to restrain Yang Yi, but you have gained the prestige of your opponent, can you deal with the students in your class and let others point fingers?

Thinking of this, He Yue's impression of Yang Yi was so bad that it was extremely bad, as if Yang Yi's actions were deliberately done to push himself into such a dilemma.

So after raising his eyelids, he glanced at the head teacher of Class 1 and sent him a look that "I don't have to worry about my business", he immediately said with a calm face: "I will verbally warn that the serious and strict campus atmosphere of the First High School will definitely not be exceptions for our Class 3."

In an understatement, he turned away Jiang Nan and pointed his finger at Yang Yi.

Some teachers who were moved by the singing couldn't help but shake their heads for this overwhelming result, but it was the inner responsibilities of other people's class, and even if they wanted to say a few words, they couldn't interrupt.

Although He Yue's expression was a little unhappy, he was finally forced to express his opinion on dealing with his students. A trace of the victor's qualities flashed in the glasses of the class teacher. He smiled and said earnestly to He Yue: "We are still clear about Teacher He's ability. If there are no exceptions, there will probably be no exceptions... However, this matter is a bit unconventional after all. A boy ran to the radio room to sing a girl, which made everyone in the school know. Is the verbal warning a bit like a joke? Do you need to criticize me?"

He said he wanted to criticize Yang Yitong, but his eyes were really on He Yue, and he looked like "You must change your mind in the future and show the ability that a class teacher should have."

If Yang Yi knew that he had suffered a disaster caused by He Yue, the boy would probably have no choice but to smile bitterly.

However, just as the grade director was about to express his opinion indifferently and make a summary speech, a young teacher suddenly pushed the door and walked in a hurry. After seeing him in, the teachers in the room looked at him curiously, wondering what alarmed the principal's special assistant.

"Principal Yu heard that your grade group was discussing last Friday, so I asked me to bring a message - it is understandable for students to sing and play the piano. Besides, in the first year of high school, I happened to have time to develop extracurricular hobbies and cultivate sentiments. Don't be too stubborn and rigid!"

This sentence immediately made the first-year teachers who had already roughly classified this incident look at each other. Some people had guessed several of the people's intentions in their hearts, but found that none of them had guessed correctly.

However, I still can't believe that Yu Pu, who has always focused on the general direction of school development, was actually alarmed by the movements caused by two freshmen in high school, and expressed his opinions clearly.

Is it just an accident?

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Chapter 27, I will pay off the bill before September 8, and two stable updates will begin tomorrow.
Chapter completed!