"Impossible!" Yan Fei shook his head repeatedly.

"Ding Shi" was able to sell 170,000 copies in the previous week, how could it be possible to sell only more than 6,000 copies in a few days?

Although the first week of the sale of the single book is the time for the fastest sales growth, the sales in the next few days will not have such a big contrast, but there will be a rapid reduction process.

The data of "Ding Shi" is simply an avalanche.

"Everyone is listening, working overtime today to count the sales of all the single books." Jiang Zhong said sharply.

"Trouble everyone." Yan Fei was confused and hurriedly left the editorial department.

In four days, more than 3,000 copies have been sold... What should I say to Zuo Yuan?

Yan Fei scratched her head, also worried.

Having said that...how did he suddenly think of asking about the sales of comics? Didn't he go to Teacher Shen's book signing party?

Did you hear something?

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

She told Shang Haozhi the data she had inquired from the sales department. Shang Haozhi was also extremely surprised and asked her to stare at the sales department first. After he finished the work at hand, he immediately went to the technical department.

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

"...I know, wait for my message." After Shang Haozhi finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Not in doubt, but in all likelihood...

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 will the technical department be asked to help, but the legal department will also come out.

Shang Haozhi clarified the news from Yan Fei and immediately called Bao Jiyi.

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

Yan Fei put away the phone, feeling upset.

Back to the sales department again, I saw the staff in the house picking up the landline, making a call, and verifying the accuracy of the data with various channels.

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

Zuo Yuan...

"Teacher Zuo..."

"Teacher Yan, please tell me how many copies of the first volume are sold?" On the other side of the phone, there was a hysterical roar.

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

3842.

This number... how did she say 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. All he knew was that his right arm was really weak.

It is estimated that it will take two days to slow down.

Shen Xin signed a book and handed it to a reader with both hands. After thanking him, the next reader put two copies of "Steel Refining" on the table.

"Big... brother, two books."

The voice is milky, very nice.

Shen Xin's sight immediately shifted from "Steel Refining" to the person who spoke.

A little girl in a white coat, holding the table with two small hands, is looking at him with a pair of **** eyes. Behind the little girl, a young woman followed.

So familiar...

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

I seem to have seen it somewhere.

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

He opened the title page of the first manga, signed the word "Shen Zheng", and wrote the date, and was about to open the second one. Wang Wenhong walked over in a panic and said in Shen Xin's ear: "Ms. Shen, come here for a while."

Ok?

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

"what's up?"

"Very tricky thing." Wang Wenhong smiled awkwardly, "Yan Fei called..."

"It's about me?" Shen Xin became more and more surprised.

He and Yan Fei have a very good relationship, but they are limited to personal relationships. In terms of business, there is not much anxiety, unless something goes wrong in District 11.

"It doesn't matter, indeed, it doesn't, but if it does, it's a little bit. Would you tell her?" Wang Wenhong sighed and stuffed the phone to Shen Xin.

Shen Xin could only say apologetically to the little girl: "Sorry, little sister, I have something wrong, please wait two minutes."

After speaking, he stood up, took the phone, and walked sideways into the bookstore.

Wang Wenhong was about to leave with Shen Xin, but from the corner of his eye he caught sight of the little girl. He was also taken aback for a moment, and he thought a little, and said, "My child, how old is it?"

"Six and a half years old."

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

"Yeah." The woman nodded.

"Then...Do you know Zuo Yuan?" Wang Wenhong asked.

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

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 that he wants to go to your autograph book sale... he wants to see you."

"Really...but I didn't see him." Shen Xin thought back earnestly. There are indeed no familiar people. "Sister Yan, is there any time? I'm still busy here?"

"Mr. Shen..." Yan Fei's tone was low and she cried vaguely, "Ms. Zuo...he..."

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

"The first edition of "Returning to 12 Years Old" has 120,000 copies, and less than 4,000 copies have been sold in 4 days. This also includes more than 700 copies of signed books... Just now, Mr. Zuo called me and he seemed to know something He kept asking about sales...Later, he said that he would like to thank me for the guidance for such a long time, and at the same time, he didn't have the opportunity to thank you in person. This is a regret in his life, and then he hung up the phone... Teacher Shen, you said , Will something happen to him?"

Speaking of the last, Yan Fei’s crying voice was already obvious~lightnovelpub.net~ It was the first time she encountered such a thing.

Shen Xin raised his head, the first edition of 120,000 copies, less than 4,000 sales, only bought about 3%.

How can it be! ? In other words, "Back to 12" is also the top ten work of "CF", and the sales volume in the first week should be upwards of 50,000 copies.

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

What's more, with Zuo Yuan's reputation, he can't get 10% of royalties at all. The unit price of "Return to 12" is less than 20 yuan, and the manuscript tax is deducted. The real money in Zuo Yuan's hands should be five thousand. Early.

Excluding the expenses of the assistants and the daily expenses for the serialization, the cartoonist basically has no money left.

Aside from dreams, the only reason that allows cartoonists to persevere is royalties.

But the royalties he had placed high hopes on could not even compare to the cost of manuscripts...it was somewhat ironic.

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

It is often the last straw that overwhelms the camel.

"what reason?"

"The D version...by the way, "Ding Shi" has only sold a few thousand copies..."

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

"I don't know. The company has already called the police, and Mr. Zuo can't get through."

"how so?"

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

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