Zhang Zi'an received a message from Makai Suzuhara and was finally relieved.

He could figure out how difficult it was – the company had no business in China, and the automatic dog washer was not a smart toilet lid or a rice cooker that could be brought back from the back of Fuso's meat...... Money is not an issue, shipping and shipping are the big issues. If it weren't for the fact that the other company was going to come to China to participate in the exhibition with an automatic dog washing machine, he wouldn't even be able to get a sample of the exhibition. The details of the voltage mentioned by Mai Suzuhara are also very good, he has never traveled to Fuso before, and he doesn't know that the standard voltage of Fuso is different from China, and it is a tragedy to plug it directly into the socket after it is shipped back......

After reaching the intention, the next step is to talk about some details, the general principle is to actively strive for this business, try to do this business, after all, this is a seller's market, for example, the freight on the Chinese side must be borne by him.

"Squeak!"

π poked her head out of the stairwell and gestured to him.

Now there are no customers in the store, Lu Yiyun lowered his head to paint, Wang Qian and Li Kun played with their mobile phones in various postures, the elves watched TV, played, and napped, and Zhang Zi'an followed π to the second floor.

"What's wrong, π?"

"Squeak!"

π excitedly tugged at the hem of his sweater, then pointed to the living room, motioning for him to come over and take a look.

The laptop on the desk is open, and on the screen is the author background of the starting point Chinese.com, and a new site short message is displayed in the center of the page - "Hello author, your work has been reviewed and has reached the contract standard." Please wait patiently for the contracted editor to contact you and indicate your book title and author's name. ”

At the end of the short message, the QQ number of the editor in charge is also given.

"Meaning yours can sign a contract, great, π! I know!" Zhang Zi'an said excitedly.

π also likes to be shaped, jumping up and down the room like an ordinary monkey, dancing and squeaking.

"It's not easy...... This is the second thing worth celebrating that Zhang Zi'an encountered today, he looked at the ecstatic π and was deeply happy for it.

Since π started writing, it wakes up earlier than the chicken and sleeps later than the dog. Every morning, when Zhang Zi'an opens his eyes, he can see the fluorescence faintly passing through the computer screen in the direction of the desk, and after everyone goes to bed, he can occasionally hear a slight sound of turning pages and scratching hair from the living room, which must be π encountered a problem in the plot and is struggling.

If it's just fiction out of thin air, like the headline articles of the self-media, the beginning of a picture, the content is all up to the editor, but π is not like this. It does not copy the life of the pet store as it is, but has choices, trade-offs, and modifications, and carries out secondary creation according to the principle of seven points of reality and three parts of fiction, and even adjusts the order of some things to better serve the plot. It would be nice to write if it was copied as it is, but then no one would read it, because it wasn't a diary.

From the beginning of every morning, the other elves were eating, π were thinking about the plot, the other elves were playing, the π were typing, the other elves were napping, π were looking up information in the nameless book, until the dead of night, π still did not rest, and even when it lay down in the hanging basket rattan chair to rest, if it suddenly thought of a good plot, it would immediately get up and briefly record it in the document in case he forgot it the next day.

The harder π worked harder and harder, the more worried Zhang Zi'an was that his efforts and diligence would not be rewarded. Now that π has received a signing short, which means that it has beaten the other 8 people and become the 1 in the 1/9 signing rate, how can he not be happy?

"Squeak?"

π pointed to the QQ number at the end of the short message to express his confusion. For these small questions, π tend to ask Zhang Zi'an directly, which is more direct and quick, rather than bothering to go through the unknown book.

"Oh, this is an instant messenger through which you need to connect and communicate with the editor in charge. Here, I'll show you how to use it. ”

He sat next to him and explained to π how to use QQ to add friends and chat.

π quickly learned, enter the QQ number of the editor, and then click to add friends.

After a while, a bald monk's friend icon appeared in the QQ contact list.

π typing in the QQ chat box: Hello editor-in-charge, I am the author of "Pet King", please take care of me.

It was the first time it used QQ to chat with someone, and it was a stranger, and the wording was very restrained. After clicking send, it squeaked and asked Zhang Zi'an: Will he find out that I am a monkey?

"No, it won't. Zhang Zi'an smiled, "How could he find out through the network cable? There used to be a popular quip on the Internet - you never know whether it is a human or a dog sitting across the computer and chatting with you, and of course you will not know whether it is a human or a monkey...... What's the matter, π you're worried that people will find out you're a monkey?"

"Squeak!"

π typed: If someone knows about it, it will be troublesome, right?

"That's right. Zhang Zi'an admitted that if it was known that it was written by a monkey, it is estimated that there will be a big news.

After a while, the bald monk sent a smiling emoji.

"Squeak?"

π scratched its head in bewilderment, not understanding what the expression meant.

Zhang Zi'an explained: "This means that he knows. π You don't have to worry, I heard that each editor in charge has hundreds of authors under his hands, and he is very busy, so you just need to write a book with peace of mind. ”

π nodded again and again, and looked at QQ a few more times to confirm that the other party did not speak again, and then minimized the QQ interface.

"By the way, π, how many collections are there now?" Zhang Zi'an asked, how many collections mean how many people are looking at π.

π's mood was depressed all of a sudden, and it opened the work management in the background of the website for him to see.

He only glanced at it, and his originally happy mood fell to the bottom.

Collection: 27

π has updated more than 50,000 words on the website, and has written more than 20 chapters, but only 27 people are reading, that is, an average of one reader is added for every chapter written, and these readers may only read the beginning and think it is okay, so they temporarily add the book to the shelf, but they have not read the latest chapters.

As evidence, the comment section is empty, and there is not a single book review.

Zhang Zi'an couldn't think of any useful words to comfort π, so he had to pat it on the back to show encouragement. He used to see others write 50,000 words and 40 collections in the Wanghai Pavilion forum, and he felt disdainful in his heart, thinking that when π wrote so many words, there were more than 40 collections, but he was slapped in the face by reality.

According to the prompts in the background of the website, he used his ID card to help π fill in the signing contract.

Now he needs to make a trip to print the contract and mail it.