Su Wen carefully read the newspapers Zhou Yan had brought, her eyebrows furrowing as she read Song Zishan's prose.
"Was it truly a spontaneous expression of love? It seems more like a meticulously planned endeavour," Zhou Yan complained as she sat across from Su Wen. "I met with several prominent bookstore owners in the capital today. They all informed me of directives from higher-ups. Each bookstore has been tasked with promoting Song Zishan's new book to the best of their ability."
Being in the industry herself, Zhou Yan was well-acquainted with its inner workings.
"What authority does he have to assign such tasks directly to bookstores? With the marketing from countless bookstores, she will surely gain recognition."
In today's world, aspiring writers need more than just talent to garner attention; they need support too. And Song Zishan wasn't just receiving support—she was sprinting straight for the finish line.
