Sha Zhengyang smiled, "Talented man, what do you want to say?"

"You know what I want to say!" Feng Zicai's eyes were as "exposed with his brilliance, and his aura appeared." His body leaned forward slightly, and his tone became a little hot, "You and I continued to work together, and then we made ten or eight books to get him a lot!"

"So confident?" Sha Zhengyang glanced at the other party with a calm expression.

"Hi, Zhengyang, I'll tell you! Before leaving, the guy told me that he would call him immediately after the second book came out. He made a reservation first! If it weren't for my opinion, I would have collected all his deposit of 5,000 yuan!" Speaking of this, Feng Zicai immediately became furious, "That guy said that he has been doing books for so many years and is very sure of his eyesight. Our book will definitely be easy to sell. He said that as long as it is this type of book, he will cover it all, and the price is easy to negotiate!"

Sha Zhengyang believed in Feng Zicai's words, and indeed this book called "The Spy Sea" is a popular novel and has a lot of bloody violence and suspense, but it is mixed with the current affairs of various countries, such as drugs and gangsters, which are very attractive.

"Then what are you going to do?" Sha Zhengyang ignored her head and sorted out the documents and information he had obtained.

"It's not what I plan to do, but what we should do!" Seeing Sha Zhengyang's look so angry, Feng Zicai was so angry, "Zhengyang, wake up, you are all from the countryside, and you are still thinking about so much. It's important to make money. If you don't take advantage of the current wind, let's make a lot of money, what are you waiting for? Maybe you won't have this store after passing through this village."

"Talented man, you are right. Now we can take advantage of this wind to make a lot of money, but how long do you think this wind will last? Can we continue to do this?" Sha Zhengyang asked leisurely.

Sha Zhengyang's words made Feng Zicai confused. He scratched his messy long hair, making it even more messy, and asked in confusion: "Zhengyang, what do you mean? Why can't I understand what you want to say?"

"I mean, how long do you think we can continue to write a book?" Sha Zhengyang asked seriously.

"Uh, three to five years, no, there is no problem in one or two years, right?" Feng Zicai said aii: "Besides, we can also write based on popular trends. I think you have a very accurate grasp of these trends, and this is not a problem at all."

"Well, it's probably okay for two or three years, but it will eventually pass. You just plan to make some money here and have no other ideas?" Sha Zhengyang continued to inspire.

"Other thoughts?" Feng Zicai became a little anxious and subconsciously began to scratch his head again, "Zhengyang, can you stop talking to me like this yin and yang? I don't have as many twists and turns in your head. What do you want to say? Hurry up!"

"I mean writing books. This is not a long-term solution. I see that you have written a few books, and you will probably be wild when you think you are crazy. I am afraid that if you ask you to go back to teach and teach your skills, are you still interested? Is it that if you ask you to go back to teach immediately now, what are you doing?" Sha Zhengyang asked back.

Feng Zicai was stunned for a moment and didn't say anything.

Sha Zhengyang asked a key question, would he be willing to go back to teach now?

In the past, when I faced a class of students, I must be the one I liked most to teach my favorite Chinese, but now?

Yes, Zhengyang is right. He is crazy. Not to mention writing a few more books, even if this book comes down, he will be crazy.

Now I am afraid it is really rare to calm down if I ask myself to prepare lessons and write lesson plans. However, I am full of energy when I read and searched for various magazine materials from Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan brought back by Lei Ting. I can write 810,000 words in one breath.

"Why, do you feel it's a bit difficult to make a decision?" Sha Zhengyang smiled and threw a cigarette to the other party, lit one himself, and handed the lighter to the other party. "Your mind has changed in just a few months. What about me? After experiencing so many things, can I remain unchanged?"

"Well, Zhengyang, after you said this, I realized that I am afraid I really find it difficult for me to calm down and be a good teacher with peace of mind." Feng Zicai's previous excitement and joy gradually faded away, and instead he was depressed. "Now I don't know what I should do. I continue to be this physical education teacher, live a life, and then focus on writing books? I don't know whether this is a good or a bad thing."

Sha Zhengyang also knew that such a choice was indeed too difficult to make a decision in front of Feng Zicai.

It is not easy to leave a job in this era. Not to mention whether you can pass the psychological barrier, just the firm opposition of your family is a hurdle. If the Feng family knew that it was urging Feng Zicai to stop working, I was afraid that he would really come to the door.

"Think about it carefully, but we can continue what you said first. Well, but I don't have that much energy anymore. At most, I will write an outline and the beginning for you..." Sha Zhengyang shook his head and sighed.

"No, at least you have to write two outlines and the beginning for me. In addition, you have to help me plan and check it out in the future. It won't take you much time and you will get out after sleeping for two hours." As soon as you got back to this topic, Feng Zicai immediately returned to Qingming Festival and said decisively.

Because Feng Zicai's decisive attitude was so unfavorable that he could only shake his head and smile bitterly. Sha Zhengyang also knew that this guy was not sure yet, and he probably had to have one or two books to help him build confidence before he could dare to operate it alone.

But then again, with Feng Zicai's current experience and writing some details is OK, but the big architecture is probably not really lacking in quality. Only after thinking about two more books can this guy understand how to set up a book's concept and layout.

"Well, I'll take time." In desperation, Sha Zhengyang had no choice but to agree, "But talented, you also need to think about your own plans for the next step. Do you plan to spend your time in school like this and teach sports in peace, so you may have been like this for the rest of your life?"

"Zhengyang, don't you want me to quit, right?" Feng Zicai looked at Sha Zhengyang suspiciously, "Do I have to make a living by writing this for the rest of my life? What if I can't write it or what I write is unpopular? I have a job to hold it, and at least I have two or three hundred porridge a month."

"But have you ever thought about it? The more you have a way out, the less you dare to take this step. Think about it, how much money did the guy who came to buy our books earn this time? I'm afraid it's at least several times that of ours, right?" Sha Zhengyang was very tempted, "He only needs to do such a business a year, which is enough for him to eat for several years, right? Haven't you ever thought about writing it yourself and doing it yourself?"

"Do it yourself?" Feng Zicai was shocked and couldn't believe it, "How could I have this trick?"

"Who is born to understand? Your second uncle is in the Cultural Bureau, so you must have a higher starting point than those of them, right? I didn't let you get in right now, but if the next book comes out, can you follow it and see how popular a book is, and then you can tell the general idea of ​​following up and monitoring whether it has been stamped. "Sha Zhengyang said calmly.

"Don't think so mysterious and complicated. Buying a book number is actually not difficult. Many publishers sell book numbers. The key is that you need to establish contact with some booksellers with wide channels. They can launch your book as soon as possible, provided that your book is indeed in line with readers' appetites and can make them profit."

Sha Zhengyang's patient encouragement made Feng Zicai's mind gradually become more active. Indeed, if he could write a book and then operate it himself, the profit would be much greater. Of course, this would take a process, but it was worthwhile to spend time.

Feng Zicai left, leaving 20,000 yuan before leaving.

Originally, Feng Zicai planned to keep 15,000 yuan and 25,000 yuan by himself, but was rejected by Sha Zhengyang.

Seeing that Sha Zhengyang was very firm, Feng Zicai also knew Sha Zhengyang's personality, so he didn't say much, nodded and left.

Sha Zhengyang then lay on the bed, combed through all kinds of things, thinking about things.

According to Sha Zhengyang's idea, since Feng Zicai can write books and likes to write books, and now publishing is relatively loose, then if he can operate it himself, Feng Zicai can try to start a cultural company.

You can write and publish in advance, and you can try businesses such as creating literary scripts and even advertising in the later stage. I remember that the film and television entertainment industry started in the 1990s, and many of them started from the cultural industry and advertising industry.

Now is in a grassroots era where entrepreneurs are ready to go, and countless great people are beginning to stand out in this era. Sha Zhengyang feels that there is no reason Feng Zicai dares to try it. Even if he is really unsuccessful, he will at least make a fuss.

Sha Zhengyang felt that he had been extremely fulfilling in the past few months. He had carried out several lines of work in full swing, and he had not left it down, and he was doing it very well. The key was that he still enjoyed this feeling.

Seeing the vivid characters around me constantly enriching and growing. Some of them are their relatives and friends in their previous lives, some are former leaders and superiors, and some are strangers they never met in their previous lives. Now their lives have changed because of themselves, and they are changing positively. This feeling is really refreshing.

Sha Zhengyang found that he had even forgotten the relationship that made him unforgettable. Although it was still a bit hard to let go of when he remembered it, Bai Ling's impression seemed to show signs of fading, which surprised Sha Zhengyang himself.

Could it be that I am also a person with a lone heart and a weak heart? Why has I lost the feeling of pain and anger in the past one or two months?

Or is career really the best medicine to treat a man's emotional trauma?

Thinking of this, Sha Zhengyang felt incredible, but he could realize that he seemed to be really changing.
Chapter completed!