"Neil Gaiman has agreed, huh."
Wang Jian hung up the phone, his fingers gently tapping on the desk.
The website had reached a bottleneck stage in its development.
A large number of young people accustomed to surfing the internet and fond of reading had been attracted and had become paying readers of the site.
But there were still many traditional readers who thought that books should be made of paper, and that reading online simply defied tradition.
When they spoke of this website, it was with nothing but disdain and scorn.
Yet Neil Gaiman, as a writer with significant appeal,
His joining should be able to change the situation to some extent.
Right, that settles it.
Wang Jian picked up the phone again and called Tom.
"We need to hold a grand signing ceremony for Neil Gaiman."
"And by the way, invite as many journalists as possible to spread the news."
"But will Neil Gaiman agree?" Tom countered, "Besides, inviting so many journalists is a considerable expense."
