"You've read it?" Lin Feng asked in surprise.
"Yes, I've read it. We have to keep an author like this on board," Zhang Xiao said.
It only took Lin Feng a moment to understand why they had to hold on to an author like him.
Someone so young and talented, who could write a book like this, was certainly not going to write just one book in his lifetime.
If they could keep him on board,
and have every one of Yan Xiao's books published through their publishing house,
then, if nothing else,
sales alone would be guaranteed.
For them, a good book was something they could only hope to stumble upon.
Of course, marketing and other methods could boost a book's sales.
But if the book itself wasn't good enough, no amount of marketing would push its sales very high.
Especially
once readers had read a book and word of mouth began to spread,
if the book was bad, marketing could sometimes have the opposite effect.
After leaving Zhang Xiao's office, Lin Feng immediately handed the manuscript to the layout designer to begin typesetting.
The next day,
after the heads of the company's other departments had finished reading the book, they also assigned staff to form a team and put the plan into action.
"It's incredible. When I first got assigned to this, I thought we'd be handling a book by some famous author."
"Right, that was my first thought too," someone agreed.
"I never imagined a college student had written this book. If I hadn't known, I'd have thought it was some old guy who'd been through several marriages."
"That's a pretty normal assumption. I thought this guy had already been through several marriages in his freshman year," someone said with a sigh of amazement.
"Who knows how