My Cartoonist Strategy

"Impossible!" Yan Fei shook his head again and again.

"Ding Shi" can still sell 170,000 copies in the previous week. How could it be possible to sell more than 6,000 copies in a few days?

Although the first week of the stand-alone book sales is the fastest time for sales growth, the sales in the next few days will not have such a large contrast, but a rapid reduction process.

The data from Ding Shi is an avalanche.

"Everyone listens, working overtime today, and counting the sales of all the single books." Jiang Zhong said sharply.

"Trouble everyone." Yan Fei was so confused that he left the editorial office in a hurry.

In four days, I sold more than 3,000 copies... How can I tell Zuo Yuan?

Yan Fei scratched her head and was also worried.

Having said that...how did he suddenly think of asking about comic book sales? Didn’t he go to Mr. Shen’s autograph book sale?

Did you hear anything?

Yan Fei is thinking wildly, but this should be the most likely guess.

She told Shang Haozhi about the data from the sales department.Shang Haozhi was also very surprised, let her stare in the sales department first, he finished the job at hand, and immediately went to the technical department.

"General Shang, I suspect it is the D version." Yan Fei said directly.

"...I know, wait for my news." Shang Haozhi finished the sentence and hung up the phone.

Not suspicion, but all right...

I thought that after the last experience, the D version of the website would disappear, but now it seems that he really thinks too much.

This time, not only the technical department is required to help, but the legal department will also come out.

After clarifying the news conveyed by Yan Fei, Shang Haozhi immediately called Bao Jiyi on the phone.

Can't go on like this, this time... there must be a result!

Yan Fei put away her mobile phone and was irritated.

Returning to the sales department again, I saw the employees in the house pick up the landline, make a phone call, and verify the accuracy of the data with various channels.

At this moment, Yan Fei's cell phone rang again. She took out her cell phone, glanced at the screen, and frowned.

Zuo Yuan...

"Teacher Zuo..."

"Ms. Yan, please tell me, how many volumes are sold in the first volume?" Hysterical roar came from the other side of the phone.

Yan Fei's mouth opened slightly, something seemed to be stuck in her throat.

3842.

This number... what did she say about the export?

...

Shen Xin shook his arm, sore and weak.

On this day, he didn't know how many books he had signed or how long he had signed, only that his right arm was really weak.

It is estimated that it will take two days.

Shen Xin signed a book and handed it to a reader. With thanks, the next reader placed two copies of "Steel" on the table.

"Big...brother, two copies."

The voice is milky and milky, very nice.

Shen Xin's eyes immediately moved from "Steel" to the speaker.

A little girl in a white coat, two small hands picking up the table, is looking at him with big black eyes.Behind the little girl is a young woman.

So familiar...

Shen Xin glanced at the little girl again and said inwardly.

Seems to have been seen there.

I kept thinking about it, but I couldn't remember it.

He opened the title page of the first comic, signed the word "Shen Zheng", and wrote the date. He was about to open the second one. Wang Wenhong walked over and panicked and said to Shen Xin: "Mr. Shen, come here."

Ok?

Shen Xin looked at Wang Wenhong suspiciously, but saw that his brows were already frowning, and he was suspicious.

"what's up?"

"Very tricky thing." Wang Wenhong smiled awkwardly. "Yan Fei's call..."

"Related to me?" Shen Xin felt more and more strange.

His relationship with Yan Fei is very good, but it is also limited to personal contact. In business, there is not much anxiety, unless something goes wrong in the 11th district.

"It doesn't matter, it really doesn't, but it does matter, and it's a little bit. Do you still tell her?" Wang Wenhong sighed.

Shen Xin can only say to the little girl with a little apology: "Sorry, little sister, I have something to do, please wait two minutes."

After speaking, he stood up, took his mobile phone, and walked towards the side of the bookstore.

Wang Wenhong was about to leave with Shen Xin, but Yu Guang, who was in the corner of his eye, aimed at the little girl.

"6 and a half years old."

"Are you her mother?" Wang Wenhong looked at the woman behind the little girl again.

"Uh." The woman nodded.

"So... do you know Zuo Yuan?" Wang Wenhong asked.

The woman blinked and looked at Wang Wenhong with a puzzled expression.

Shen Xin took the phone and walked to the aisle: "Sister Yan, what's wrong?"

"Have you seen Teacher Zuo?"

"No."

In fact, except for the annual meeting two or three years ago, he had never seen Zuo Yuan, "What's wrong?"

"Teacher Zuo said, he wants to go to your autograph book sale... He wants to see you."

"Really...but I didn't see him." Shen Xin recalled seriously, there was really no familiar person, "Sister Yan, is there any time? I'm still busy here?"

"Mr. Shen..." Yan Fei's tone was low, and there was a crying vaguely, "Teacher Zuo...he..."

"He?" Shen Xin's heart tightened. "Sister Yan, what's wrong with him?"

"The first edition of "Returning to Twelve Years" 120,000 volumes, sold less than 4,000 volumes in 4 days, which also included more than 700 volumes of signed book sales... Just now, Teacher Zuo called me, he seemed to know what , I kept asking about sales... Later, he said that I would like to thank me for such a long time of guidance, and at the same time, I did not have the opportunity to thank you in person. This is a regret in his life, and then hung up the phone...Mr. Shen, you said , Will he have an accident?"

At the end, the crying tone in Yan Fei's tone was already obvious.

She also encountered this kind of thing for the first time.

Shen Xin looked up, the first edition of 120,000 volumes, less than 4,000 sales, only bought about 3%.

How can it be!?Anyway, "Return to 12" is also the top ten works of "CF", and the sales volume in the first week should be up to 50,000 copies.

The sales volume of less than 4,000 copies... According to the 10% royalty, even if the price of a single book is set to 20 yuan, the author's income is less than 8,000 yuan.

Not to mention Zuo Yuan’s fame, he can’t get 10% of the royalties at all, and the unit price of "Return to 12" is less than 20 yuan, and the tax on the draft is deducted. The real money to Zuo Yuan should be 5,000. Come forward.

The serialized manuscript fee excludes the assistant's expenses and daily expenses, and the cartoonist basically has no money left.

In addition to the dream, the only reason for the cartoonist to persevere is the royalty.

But the royalties that he had high hopes for were not even comparable to the manuscript fees... There was a sense of irony.

As long as a person has a dream, he can be very bitter or tired, he can stick to it, but when the back of the dream is despair, the whole person's will is likely to collapse...

Overwhelming camels are often the last straw.

"what reason?"

"D version... yes, "Ding Shi" only sold a few thousand copies..."

"Don't worry about "Ding Shi" first!" Shen Xin interrupted Yan Fei, "Where is Zuo Yuan now?"

"I don't know. The company has called the police, and Mr. Zuo's phone can't be reached."

"How could this be?"

Shen Xin rubbed his forehead and inadvertently glanced to the side, realizing that a woman was standing beside him, looking at him nervously, and holding a little girl in her hand.

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