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Chapter 42 needs to be reprinted! It must be reprinted immediately!
When he went to the cashier to pay, the cashier couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.
It's probably rare to see customers "stocking up" like this.
If it weren't for the weight limit on luggage, he probably would have bought twenty or thirty copies and brought them back to Peking University to give to his colleagues and friends who also love history.
"Those Things About the Ming Dynasty" has been serialized in the provincial newspaper for over a month and has already accumulated a considerable readership.
As the physical book became available in bookstores across the province, the news quickly spread among book lovers.
On the first day of sales, it was only a lukewarm "small success," since many people were still unaware that the book had been published.
But starting the next day, the popularity increased significantly.
By the third day, some well-informed bookstores even saw a buying frenzy, with some stores quickly selling out their initial stock.
Immediately afterwards, calls urging delivery came one after another to the distribution department of Jiangnan Publishing Group.
Upon receiving the report, Wu Shuhan was first taken aback, then overwhelmed with immense joy.
He never expected that the book would be so popular and sell so quickly!
The entire 50,000 copies were almost completely sold out in just three days!
Not only were the phone lines constantly ringing with major bookstores within the province, but channels from other provinces also began calling to inquire and place orders.
"Reprint! We must reprint immediately!"
Wu Shuhan acted decisively, immediately convening a meeting of his subordinates. The meeting had only one agenda item: expedite the second printing—this time, print an additional 100,000 copies!
Chen Zhiyuan received a call from the publisher two days ago, informing him that the first batch of 50,000 copies had been printed and were now available for sale.
The other party also thoughtfully told him that they had sent him ten sample copies and asked him to check them.
Today, he received a call from Wu Shuhan himself.
As soon as the call connected, Wu Shuhan's joyful, even somewhat excited voice came through:
"Teacher Chen, great news! Fantastic news! The first batch of 50,000 copies sold out in just three days!"
Bookstores are clamoring for more stock; it's completely sold out! The popularity of this book has far exceeded my expectations!
"Just now, we held an emergency meeting and decided to immediately print an additional 100,000 copies!"
Moreover, this time, we will be distributing it nationwide! Within three days at most, your book will be available in Xinhua bookstores in major cities across the country!
Chen Zhiyuan listened to the good news over the phone with a smile on his face, and was in a very good mood.
Just like in the previous life, this book demonstrated a strong market appeal as soon as it was published.
One hundred thousand copies?
He thought to himself that it probably wouldn't be long before they had to reprint it again.
In his previous life, this work brought the original author tens of millions in royalties.
What kind of reward will it bring him in this life? Chen Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.
After receiving this exhilarating phone call, Chen Zhiyuan couldn't help but pump his fist in the air, almost bursting into cheers.
The situation has completely turned around! It's foreseeable that future sales will continue to climb!
He has already received the ten sample books, which still smell of fresh ink.
At that moment, he picked up one of the books again and flipped through it with satisfaction. The printing was exquisite, the paper was of high quality, the layout was clear and elegant, and the overall quality was excellent.
"Oh right, the little fat boy knows I have a sample copy and he's been clamoring for one. I'll bring it to him later."
Chen Zhiyuan thought for a moment, picked up his pen, and unscrewed the cap. After a brief pause, the pen tip landed on the title page, and with vigorous and powerful handwriting, he wrote an encouraging message, finally signing his name "Chen Zhiyuan" with a flourish.
"Yes, He Fei also said she wanted a copy last time."
He picked up another book, pondered for a moment, and wrote down a different, more delicate inscription, signing his name with the same solemnity.
As luck would have it, "speak of the devil, and he appears."
A soft, rhythmic knocking sounded at the door.
Just by listening to the intensity and rhythm, Chen Zhiyuan knew that it was most likely He Fei and her sister He Lin who had arrived.
Since getting this laptop, his typing efficiency has become astonishing, consistently producing over 20,000 words per day.
The two sisters came to check on the draft a few days ago, and now he has accumulated tens of thousands of words of new content.
He got up, walked over, and opened the door.
Standing outside the door were, as expected, the smiling He Fei and the impatient He Lin.
He Fei was carrying an inconspicuous plastic bag containing a lunchbox. Her fingers were slightly curled, revealing a hint of nervousness.
Chen Zhiyuan's eyes lit up, and he warmly greeted, "Please come in, please come in!"
He Lin, like a happy little bird, hopped and skipped through the door, her youthful energy radiating outwards. Her voice was filled with excitement as she exclaimed, "Brother, my sister brought you something delicious! She made it herself!"
Two faint blushes immediately rose on He Fei's face, like newly blossoming peach blossoms.
She lowered her eyes slightly, her voice as soft as a feather: "Always coming empty-handed... isn't very nice. It's just some dried tofu I made myself. I don't know... if it suits your taste."
She had indeed made it herself, and it was the first time in her life she had given something to a boy. Her heart was pounding like a rabbit's, but she still mustered up her courage and handed the plastic bag over.
Chen Zhiyuan quickly took it with both hands, his face beaming with undisguised joy: "Can I open it and try it now? I love braised tofu the most, especially the spicy flavor!"
Before He Fei could answer, the lively He Lin blurted out, "It's spicy, not five-spice!"
"Really? Then I can't wait!" Chen Zhiyuan's smile widened.
Seeing how happy and pleased he was, He Fei's initial unease instantly turned into a warm current, quietly flowing through her heart.
"Hmm, you should try it. I don't know if it tastes right."
Chen Zhiyuan took the lunchbox out of the plastic bag, placed it on the dining table, and opened the lid.
The dark brown dried tofu was neatly and evenly cut, soaked in bright red chili oil and brown braising sauce, and garnished with finely chopped scallions and white sesame seeds, making it look very appealing.
A rich aroma, a blend of spices and bean products, immediately wafted out.
His interest grew even stronger, and he picked up his chopsticks, took a piece, and put it in his mouth.
Instantly, the spicy and savory flavors explode on the tongue. The salty and mellow braising sauce blends perfectly with the refreshing kick of chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns. The tofu is firm yet flavorful, offering a satisfying chew.
"Mmm! Delicious!"
Chen Zhiyuan's eyes narrowed, and he nodded repeatedly. He ate several more pieces, then gave a satisfied thumbs-up. "I've never had such flavorful spicy dried tofu before! It's amazing! Want some more?"
Seeing how much he liked it, He Fei smiled sweetly, a rare occurrence for her.
That smile was clear and warm, as if it carried light, making the whole room brighter, and it had a captivating and stunning quality.