After My Life Reset, I'm On Top of The World

"What is the origin of Young Master Wei? I don't know either."

Before coming to the general manager's office, Su Wei actually guessed that this time the general manager was looking for him, it should be related to Wei Gongzi.

After all, in this largest novel website in China, he is only a little-known editor. Under normal circumstances, at most, the editor-in-chief will find him, and the general manager will never be reached.

The only thing that was different from the past during this period of time was that he began to take charge of Wei Gongzi's works.

When Mr. He heard Su Wei's words, his expression remained unchanged, and he had long expected this answer.

Su Wei is also a small editor. He could not know anything, so Mr. He just asked a question subconsciously.

"Well, I understand. Xiao Su, you have been in charge of Wei Gongzi's books for a month, and the two of you haven't had any conflicts, so continue to maintain your relationship with him."

"...There has also been news from the publishing house. Although the incident on the Internet has caused some troubles this time, you have also seen the follow-up situation. Wei Gongzi and his book have gone out of the circle and become more famous. ."

"There are still rumors online that this is our marketing."

Speaking of which, Mr. He also smiled.

Although Wei Ziqi's book is viewed from the perspective of an industry insider, it can bring huge benefits.

But until the book really brings in huge profits, the company can't do much to promote it.

Moreover, this time, a marketing account with a lot of fans directly suffered heavy losses. How much marketing money did it take to bring about this result?

Therefore, a discerning person can see at a glance that this incident cannot be marketing.

"Okay, you can go back to your post first. You can let go of other work first. The main thing is to pay attention to the cooperative relationship with Wei Gongzi."

"... Regarding contract sharing, etc., you can sign the next publication with Wei Gongzi with the top author contracts."

After Mr. He ordered a few words, he issued an expulsion order.

"Okay, Mr. He, I know it all."

Su Wei quickly stood up, and after agreeing with a serious face, he carefully left the general manager's office.

When Su Wei left, Mr. He took a sip of tea from the cup on the table.

Regarding Wei Ziqi's background and relationship, Mr. He didn't investigate it, it was really unnecessary, and being known to others made him irritated.

At first he saw Wei Ziqi as a rookie author.

After discussions with the book company, the follow-up IP is considered extremely valuable.

He wanted to try if he could squeeze it and reduce Wei Ziqi's own profit ratio as much as possible.

But now it seems that there is no need to provoke such an unknown person. Even if the company is backed by a large number of domestic groups, there is no need to do things so absolutely.

When doing business in China, sometimes it is a matter of sophistication, not fighting and killing.

Of course, as the general manager of this company, Mr. He couldn't make too much profit, and he still wanted to bring higher profits to the company as much as possible.

Therefore, for a new author like Wei Ziqi, it is already a gesture to share the contract ratio of the top author.

Wu City, in the one-bedroom apartment where Wei Ziqi lives.

He was sitting in front of the computer watching the momentary turn of the fishing reels on the Internet, and he was actually a little confused.

Although Wei Ziqi doesn't care about online fishing reels, as long as he gives money, he can say anything.

But he was scolding on the Internet, and he was also a little angry for a young man in his early twenties.

But now, those remarks scolding him can no longer be translated, but instead they are praises for him.

Various marketing accounts rubbed off on his traffic and praised his book, even Wei Ziqi couldn't stand it.

"You are complimenting, this year's Nobel Prize in Literature is not enough for me."

Wei Ziqi snorted and opened the book review page of his book.

Two days ago, people from all major platforms registered an account here and abused him in the book review area, which attracted Wei Ziqi's fans and readers to fight back.

At that time, Wei Ziqi also complained that this was a successful reverse marketing, and he won the essence of traffic.

What is the essence of flow? That is, regardless of whether it is praise or scolding, as long as someone knows you, you will be successful if you have traffic.

What do traffic stars fear most? That is, no one cares about them, no one praises them, no one scolds them, and they become ordinary people.

But today's book review area is harmonious, so harmonious that Wei Ziqi doesn't know what to say.

"I came over from Weibo. I will read this book by Wei Gongzi. It's really good. The recommendation on Weibo is not wrong."

"I recommended it from Zhihu. I was fascinated by it last night. I didn't sleep all night. I fell asleep in class today and was almost scolded by the teacher to death."

"Me too, I too, fell asleep in class today."

"My phone was confiscated!"

Farewell the children, you should study hard. When the time comes, someone who has a heart will take out your comment and make a toss, and I will become a poisonous flower of the motherland again.

Wei Ziqi thought to himself, watching the book review section complimenting him, his mood improved a lot, and he sent out a few thousand words of the previous manuscript.

"Tomorrow at noon, the first life simulation will end."

Wei Ziqi stood up, stretched his waist, and his tone was much more relaxed.

Just today, he finally finished coding the last word, and by tomorrow the writer's life will be over.

The remaining manuscripts can be slowly sent out in the next one or two months as follow-up income.

The current Wei Ziqi is also excited, because he finally has the principal, and can start the second phase of the Sims life, transform into an asset management boss, and move forward for the freedom of wealth.

"So, when will this fee be paid?"

What Wei Ziqi is most worried about now is the issue of royalties. As long as the money has not come to him, Wei Ziqi is panicking.

When he opened the chat software and was about to ask Su Wei, he didn't expect that Su Wei first sent him a message:

"...Young Master Wei is really awesome. He just threw the marketing account down. How on earth did you make the marketing account soft? Can you tell me?"

Although Su Wei sent text, there was a faint excitement in it.

Wei Ziqi was stunned when he saw this line of words.

Isn't this the help of the website and the publishing house to let the marketing account directly plead guilty to the law?

But what if it's not the website and the publisher?

Wei Ziqi was puzzled, but he remained calm.

His emotional intelligence is high enough to know when to say something and what not to say, and immediately said ambiguous: "...don't ask, let's talk about the royalties."

"...The publication fee is due tomorrow, can it be credited?"

Sure enough, Wei Ziqi's rather mysterious answer made Su Wei think that Wei Ziqi didn't want to say more, so he immediately stopped asking, but replied:

"...I don't dare to owe Mr. Wei to you for the manuscript fee. Don't worry, I will definitely be there tomorrow. You can't go directly to the finance room to block the door."

There was something pleasing in Su Wei's words.

Although Su Wei had been following his words when chatting with him before, this time, the flattery was a little too obvious.

Wei Ziqi thought for a while and then guessed, could it be the marketing account issue this time that made Su Wei suspect that he is actually very talented and has a lot of energy behind it?

But in fact, Wei Ziqi said that he is actually inexplicable. These days, he has only code words, and he has no time to pay attention to marketing accounts.

At this moment, Wei Ziqi's cell phone vibrated. He picked it up and saw that it was Auntie Ai who sent him a WeChat message.

Yao, hasn't this aunt deleted herself yet? Shouldn't this be an address to tell me that you don't have to fight, auntie can support you.

Well, am I agreeing or not?

Cough, if you give enough, the aunt is beautiful enough, it's not impossible.

Muttering inwardly, Wei Ziqi opened WeChat.