Office of the Editor-in-Chief of "Shilin" Publishing House.
Xu Yalun did not go to the finance department to calculate wages, nor did he leave the office. Not only did he not leave, but he sat next to Li Dongxu, staring at the computer screen with burning eyes.
Hearing the noise around him, Li Dongxu opened his eyes slightly. After seeing Xu Yalun's movements, he said feebly: "It's useless. Even if Teacher Qin Hao's fans work harder, Wu Guangjun can come back in an instant!"
Xu Yalun glanced at Li Dongxu at this time and said: "I remember a poem by Teacher Qin Hao. Since you have chosen a distant place, you only have to worry about the wind and rain! How bad can things be? It's just a loss. Do we even meet? Have you lost the courage to fail?"
Xu Yalun's words hit Li Dongxu's chest like a heavy hammer, and Qin Hao's poem suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. This poem shines into Li Dongxu's somewhat gloomy heart like a ray of sunshine.
Li Dongxu suddenly sat up and sat side by side with Xu Yalun, staring at the sales curve chart on the computer screen.
The sales curve of "Poetry" has been in a steady growth trend. Although the growth rate is not large, the overall growth trend has never stopped.
On the other hand, the sales curve of "Poetry Magazine" has stabilized at this moment, and has almost stopped growing. However, due to previous sales surges, its sales have far exceeded the sales of "Poems"!
If we go by the current growth rate of "Poetry", it will be impossible to catch up before six o'clock!
Suddenly, Xu Yalun felt his eyes dazzled, as if he would see sales triple at one point in time.
She rubbed her eyes and opened them again, only to find that the sales of "Shilin" had actually tripled, and were growing at an incredible rate!
"Mr. Li, Mr. Li, I... read that right?"
Li Dongxu looked at the computer screen at this time, and then at Xu Yalun beside him. Suddenly he was a little confused, and murmured: "It should be... right?"
"Fuck!"
Li Dongxu suddenly woke up at this time, rushed out of the office like flying, stood at the door and shouted loudly: "Everyone cheer up, hurry up and print immediately, then go all out to distribute the goods, notify the logistics department to immediately send the existing magazines to Delivery to all sales points in Beijing, Tianjin and Hebei!
Our magazine has now reached a critical moment of life and death. We can only work together to get through this difficulty. If we get through this difficulty, our monthly salary will be doubled this time! "
"oh!"
All the staff in the publishing house instantly lost their decadent looks and looked at Li Dongxu with bright eyes, as if they had regained their energy.
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Inside the "Poetry Magazine" publishing house, Cao Guangxin stared at the curve changes of the sales chart on the screen, and suddenly opened his mouth. After two minutes, he let out a cry as if he had just woken up from a dream, and rushed out as fast as he could. office.
"Mr. Wu, it's bad, the sales volume of "Poetry"... "Poetry" has caught up!"
Wu Guangjun was drafting a document at this time, and suddenly heard Editor Cao yelling. He almost threw the pen in his hand and reprimanded loudly:
"What are you yelling about? Why are you yelling? Didn't you see that I'm busy right now? You need to calm down first and then tell me!"
"Mr. Wu, the sales volume of "Poetry" has already caught up with ours!"
Cao Guangxin didn't dare to brush off Ni, so he said with a bitter look on his face.
Wu Guangjun quickly lit up the computer screen. When she saw the exaggerated sales growth curve on the screen, a look of surprise appeared on her face and she murmured:
"It's impossible. Such an exaggerated increase must be caused by sales growth! But now they are on the verge of bankruptcy. How can they still have money to increase sales?"
With that said, he took out his personal phone again, found a number and dialed it. He didn't even notice that Cao Guangxin was standing not far away.
"As I said in the morning, all the inventory will be transferred to sales. When the time comes, I will repurchase it at 1.5 times the market price!"
Five minutes later, the sales growth of "Poetry Magazine" once again broke through the sky, reaching a figure that was simply unimaginable. At this time, Wu Guangjun glanced at the sales rate on the computer screen - 100%, and then he slowly felt relieved.
Suddenly, he felt something strange. Why is the sales rate of "Poetry" still declining? According to the data on the graph, shouldn’t it keep growing
He took another look at the computer screen and realized that the production volume of "Shilin" magazine had been slowly increasing. He checked his watch. It was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and there was still one hour left before the deadline. Although the other party's increase was huge, it was difficult to catch up!
"Is this Li Dongxu crazy? These magazines may not be sold out in the first place, but now they are still producing. Is there something wrong with me?"
After laughing for a while, Wu Guangjun returned to his seat and continued drafting documents. He didn't light up the computer until 5:45.
At this time, the sales growth of "Poetry Magazine" has basically stopped, and it seems that the market has reached saturation.
When he turned his attention to "Poetry", he almost made his eyes pop out!
I saw that the sales of "Poetry" began to surge again, and the gap with the sales of "Poetry Magazine" continued to narrow!
Even Wu Guangjun, who had always been calm, was a little panicked at this time. He took out his mobile phone again, dialed the number he had contacted many times before, and said:
“Continue to increase sales for me, and I’ll pay twice the price afterwards!”
However, when he heard the voice from the microphone, his whole body stood stunned on the spot!
"Mr. Wu, our "Poetry Magazine" has already sold out all of it this time, and we don't even have any inventory left. What do you want me to sell?"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Wu Guangjun's heart beat violently. He lowered his head and looked at his watch. It was already five-fifty-nine, and the sales of "Poetry" also happened to exceed the sales of "Poetry Magazine" at this moment!
"@Chinese Calligraphers Association, my cursive manuscript has been published in "Shilin" magazine. Calligraphy enthusiasts can go to the nearest newsstands and bookstores and buy the latest issue of "Shilin" magazine, and you can see me in person It’s written in running script!”
"Pfft!" Wu Guangjun spat out the sip of water he just drank without any reservation, and he leaned weakly on the chair.
"Qin Hao, I'm going to fuck you! You're such a bitch, how could you use such despicable methods!"
While Wu Guangjun was cursing Qin Hao, he still didn't realize that his methods didn't seem to be very fair.