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Chapter 410 I hope Xiaobai is so handsome all his life
Early in the morning, He Chenguang, a senior editor of Northwest History Publishing House, came to the office with a heavier heart than going to the grave.

An inspection has been revised three times, and it is so sincere that it makes me cry once I change it again.

And now, he is hoping that this inspection can impress the company's top management and keep him...

In fact, the mistake he made was too big.

Northwest History Publishing House is a publishing house specializing in publishing books related to history.

Their publishing direction is mainly professional and educational books.

In other words, the sales volume is often not very high. A book with [-] to [-] copies printed is already the highest sales volume, and it may not be possible to have one in a year or two.

In many cases, it is normal for a book to have one or two thousand or even hundreds of copies.

Many of them are unpopular books with less than ten ratings on Douban.

In recent years, the Internet has developed rapidly. Many people are used to reading on the Internet and on their mobile phones. Fewer and fewer people buy books, and the life of publishing houses is getting more and more difficult.

The Northwest History Publishing House is struggling to survive on this kind of small work.

The efficiency is not good, the brain drain is serious, the departments of the publishing house shrink again and again, and there are fewer and fewer people who can use it.

Seeing that the paper media in the same industry have been transferred to the Internet one by one, and the publishing house wants to change the direction of operation and use the copyright in their hands to do something, only to find that they have a lot of unsellable products in their hands. Copyright of historical documents...

The world says small is beautiful, but in most cases, small is not beautiful.

Lack of funds, low ability to resist risks, and any mistake in decision-making may put the publishing house in trouble.

For example, this time, He Chenguang may face the dilemma of causing the company to lose more than [-] yuan.

Now that the end of the year is approaching, there is such a big mistake, not to mention the year-end bonus, maybe even the salary for the next two months will be deducted.

After squatting in the office for a while, He Chenguang saw his big boss coming, so he stood up quickly and followed.

As I walked, I beat myself on the head hard, why am I so stupid!

Really!

Why take such a big risk!
He Chenguang walked into the boss's office, and before he could close the door, he saw his immediate superior also come in.

The immediate boss gave him a comforting look, and then sat on the sofa with him with the belief that he would die.

"Tell me... what's going on..."

As soon as the big boss opened his mouth, He Chenguang apologized again and again: "I'm sorry, this is all my fault... I thought this was a good opportunity, so I contacted the Western History Conference for this publishing business..."

In fact, it wasn't all his idea. When he saw the first draft of the collection of essays for the first time, the eyes of the editor lady who went with him lit up, and she kept begging him to sign the collection of essays.

And during typesetting, the overtime wages of the young ladies in charge of typesetting soared.

When the typesetting of this collection of papers full of love was completed, He Chenguang didn't know whether he was obsessed with ghosts, or what, but he couldn't stand the hard work of the young lady in the marketing department, and really signed and added the first printing number of volumes.

A set of academic papers, in the past, is at most distributed by participants and organizations, and a few copies are stored in the library. They can really be sold to the outside world, and the number that can be sold is really very small.

Because the printing quantity is small, the cost is high.

This collection of papers contains a total of 48 papers, about 400 pages, of which there are more than 30 color pages, and some color pages use the best printing process, which costs more and prices higher.

Generally, more than 1000 volumes are enough for this collection of papers, with a maximum of [-] volumes.

But this time, the publisher cited a total of 3000 copies.

In the first few days, there were few individual buyers.

In addition to the more than 1000 copies distributed to the participants and to major libraries, the other 2000 copies are about to be thrown into the hands.

Two-thirds of a set of books are unsalable, which can already be said to be a serious accident.

And the cost of 2000 books is not a small sum.

"This...actually our loss is not that much..." The boss helped He Chenguang excuse, "The cost of 1000 copies is relatively high, and the reprinting itself is also for the sake of diluting costs. The cost of 3000 copies does not affect the actual loss. Halfway through..."

"Besides, this set of books has just been put on the shelves, maybe if we promote it more, we can still sell some..."

The big boss sighed, and didn't know what to say. He Chenguang had been working hard for more than ten years. He couldn't be dismissed for such a mistake...

"This loss, let's find a way to digest it. If it doesn't work, then sell it to the major libraries. By the way, how many copies have been sold now? Let the marketing department get an estimate of the final sales volume, and think about the rest Ways to deal with..."

The boss lowered his head and took out his mobile phone to check: "I remember that 47 copies were sold this morning, let me see..."

The big boss also lowered his head and took out his mobile phone.

He Chenguang also quickly opened the website.

He has been frantically swiping this page since the morning, and as a result, there are 47 copies that have not changed throughout the morning, and there are still 1828 copies in stock.

He Chenguang opened the publisher's website and felt that the company's website was extremely slow today.

After a long wait and loading, the page with some missing objects finally loaded.

"Inventory: 0."

"????"

The three looked at each other: "Is there a problem with the network?"

"Or is there something wrong with our website?"

How could it be inventory 0?

The three of them refreshed their mobile phones, and then...the website could no longer be opened.

"what's the situation?"

"Where are the people in the technical department? Let them take a look!"

In fact, there were only two young technicians left in the technical department. At this time, the two of them were tapping in front of their notebooks, their foreheads sweating.

"What's the situation?"

"I think...we're under a DDoS attack!"

"The little brother vomited and attacked something! Can you solve it quickly!" The boss's face turned green.

Did you not read the almanac when you went out today?

Why so unlucky?

First, the company had to lose more than [-] yuan, and then it was attacked again. Who did we offend as a small publishing house?
"I'll call the cloud service provider to see what to do..." The technician hurriedly took out his phone.

While the technicians were still busy there, the phone of the marketing department started ringing crazily.

"It's from Jingdong Books. They want to list the collection of essays we published..."

"Boss, Dangdang is calling..."

"Amazon also..."

"Boss, boss, come and see our official Weibo!"

Several people opened the official Weibo, and saw more than [-] comments and reposts.

It's over, are we getting into some public incident?

Our publishing house is on fire?

Want to criticize?

The boss forced himself to be calm, but at this moment, both of his legs began to tremble.

Suddenly he was shocked.

Wait, publishing our collection of papers?

Isn't it a public event, but...

The technician over there finally checked the website.

"Boss, either our website has been attacked, or there are too many visits..."

They never dreamed that their own website would be crushed and paralyzed one day...

"That book, it's not a data error, it's just...sold out..."

"The message board has exploded."

"The mailbox also exploded..."

"Boss, what should I do?"

After a busy day, at nine o'clock in the evening, He Chenguang finally got off work.

Before leaving get off work, he walked to the window, found the direction to the east, put his hands together, and murmured.

Beside him, one of his subordinates was curious about what he was talking about, so he quietly approached him.

"God bless, I hope Xiaobai can live a long life, be so handsome and popular all his life..."

Next to him, the subordinate couldn't help but burst out laughing.

However, when he finally got off work, he also faced Dongfang, clasped his hands together, and muttered something in his mouth.

(End of this chapter)