"You are selling too fast, selling 700,000 or 800,000 units a day? Where can we get it over? It's okay to stop? Then you sell it slowly. Now many newspapers and other newspapers? We have to sell it online now. We have to take care of offline consumers as well." After hearing that Han Qingjun was unwilling to stop selling books, Han Qingwei had no choice but to ask him to reduce the number.

Faced with Han Qingwei's request, Han Qingjun directly refused again and reminded him in a serious tone, "Brother, brother, don't be dragging around with Little Sheep, okay? Have you forgotten what you did when you went out?

Do you still know how much you have not done? Also, isn’t this just that my live broadcast sells a few more books? What a big deal? Are you as for being unable to walk there?

You should hurry up and return the operation rights to the operation officer of Xiaomang. What is it like to go to the branch and take up a position without leaving?

Hurry up and go to your comic team and toy-making factory or company. If possible, you can also make a comeback for the animation production studio. Don’t let the publisher stay away….”

After being scolded by Han Qingjun, Han Qingwei immediately retorted dissatisfiedly, "Good guy, the turnover of hundreds of millions is just a few more books in your opinion. You... Well, you're right, I shouldn't stay here, letting the company's expansion stagnate. I'll give way to the comics team, toy factory, and animation production team tomorrow, that's OK..."

After hearing Han Qingwei compromise with him, Han Qingjun's tone also eased; "Being a leader must look like a leader.

Now that you are helping to bring up your turnover, the company's management will thank you, but if you keep occupying a position and failing to show your skills, they will only have superficial obedience and feel very unhappy with you.

After all, you stole their opportunity to make money and let them... so hurry up and withdraw from the little sheep and let them manage it themselves."

"I understand, I will evacuate tomorrow, and there are also the number of novels published. I will ask the person in charge of Xiao Yang to contact you in the future!!"

After once again saying that he would evacuate from the little lamb, Han Qingwei asked Han Qingjun about Zhao Songhua's incident; "By the way, our live broadcast of novels this time seemed to have accidentally made Zhao Songhua, the writer of [Youth No Love]. Do you think we should sign him??"

"You can do it yourself. If you want to give him a contract, you can sign the contract. If you don't want to give him a contract, sign his next novel back. After all, we have used so many resources for him, and his next novel cannot be cheaper for others..."

Han Qingjun has absolute trust in Han Qingwei, and he actually chose to delegate power to him. So Han Qingjun will never interfere in the matter that he should manage.

This time, he was too speechless about Han Qingwei's failure to leave in the publishing house, so he started to speak up to him.

"Okay, I'll sign him to the headquarters at that time. Don't be careful, I've been busy with the publishing house. Actually, I've found the comic team and the toy factory long ago. I'm just still inspecting... Okay, that's it, I'll hang up. I'll contact you when I get the comic team and the toy factory." After a few words from Han Qingjun casually, Han Qingwei hung up the phone.

Then he did not feel unhappy about what Han Qingjun said to him before, but instead contacted Zhao Songhua directly. After congratulating him, he told him about his identity and purpose.

After that, there was no accident at all. After hearing that Han Qingwei was the new boss of Xiaomang Publishing House who promised to give him money in advance, Zhao Songhua agreed to sign his contract without saying a word, and said that as long as it was his contract, he would sign the contract unconditionally and he would never forget his kindness in his life.

After Zhao Songhua agreed to sign the contract unconditionally, Han Qingwei also gave him a surprise with a smile, telling him about the novel's release of three million sets of [Youth Without Love] again.

Good guy, Zhao Songhua was so excited that he started crying in the hospital corridor.

And the reason why he cried was because he knew he was popular. He had written it for nearly ten years. After he had given up, his novel finally became popular...
Chapter completed!