"After 37 years, no publishing houses across the country have published copybooks," President Zhu said, understanding the concerns of his colleagues:

"But now more and more gay people use fountain pens. This copybook not only has elegant fonts, but also has excellent content. It should be popular in the market."

"So, your publisher has agreed to publish this book."

"Yes," President Zhu smiled and nodded: "You ask the author himself to contact us to discuss specific publishing matters."

…

At the same time, Pang Zhonghua, who had arrived in Yanjing for several days, was sitting at Wen Huaisha's home.

"The words are good words." After closing the manuscript, Mr. Wen thought about it carefully: "Since you have found me, I will help you."

His words made Pang Zhonghua extremely excited.

He quickly stood up and thanked me: "Mr. Wen, if my book can be published, you will be my great benefactor for life."

"Don't thank me in a hurry," Wen Huaisha waved his hand: "I'm just recommending it to you. As for whether it will work or not, it's a matter of time."

"I am already very grateful for your words."

According to the memories of later publishers, the reason why Pang Zhonghua became the top player in the domestic copybook market was inseparable from his clever mind.

This man is very good at getting things done. In addition to his friendship with Wen Huaisha, he also likes to make friends with various news organizations.

After my fountain pen copybook became popular, I began to teach calligraphy skills in major colleges and universities.

Every time I go to a place to give a speech, I will contact the local newspapers and TV stations in advance.

From time to time, he would also play the accordion in his speech, euphemistically called it a balance between work and rest.

After that, learning pen calligraphy while playing the accordion became one of Pang Zhonghua’s teaching features.

He soon caught the attention of CCTV and put his classes on the TV screen.

"Let's do this." Wen Huaisha smoothed over the relationship diagram and said, "I'll take your copybook to Dean Jiang to see and hear what he has to say."

"Dean Jiang?" Pang Zhonghua asked: "Which dean Jiang?"

"Of course it's Dean Jiang from the Academy of Fine Arts. He's familiar with the publishing house," Wen Huaisha said slowly:

"As long as he can appreciate it, there should be no problem with the distribution of your copybook."

On the train bound for Pujiang, Jiang Shan, who was sitting in the sleeper car, did not realize that his copybook had already met a strong opponent.

At this moment, he was holding photos taken in Dunhuang.

"Zhang Lu, look here," Jiang Shan said next to Zhang Lu: "This photo is very similar to the sketch of the crew of "Nine-Colored Deer"."

"Well," Zhang Lu compared them back and forth: "Even the colors are similar."

Ever since he remembered the promotional photo of "Qing Ping Le" that day, Jiang Shan had an idea.

"I'm going to publish several sets of comparison pictures in a row," Jiang Shan continued, looking at the photos in his hand:

"The musical "Silk Road Flower Language" will be a hit next month, and it's just the right time for "Nine-Colored Deer" to ride on their success."

"How do you know "Silk Road Flower Language" will be a hit?"
Chapter completed!