"Has the sales statistics of the latest issue of "New Martial Arts" come out?"

   "Why haven't the sales statistics come out yet? Isn't it usually fast?"

   "So anxious! I have been waiting for two hours!"

  "Why don’t the statistical results come out yet?! I have been reviewing the manuscript for more than two hours!"

  All the editors of the "New Martial Arts" magazine are anxiously waiting for the sales statistics. Now the martial arts style is raging again, so that their employees who had lost hope in the magazine once again ignited hope.

   "The Amorous Swordsman Ruthless Sword" let them see how much potential this book has!

   "The result is out!"

"real?"

  "How many sales did Xiao Wang have this month?"

  "Editor-in-chief, this...this..." The statistics staff member Xiao Wang looked at the data on the computer, showing that he was stunned.

  "Whether it is good or not?! Tell me, why are you hesitating!" Feng Feng frowned slightly, his expression quite serious.

  A few people gathered around, leaning in front of the computer to take a look at the sales of the latest issue of "New Martial Arts"——

  ""New Martial Arts" magazine has 100,000 monthly publications, ranking second in sales of similar magazines!"

Several large characters appeared on the screen, and Nie Weidong was shocked.

Feng Feng was dumbfounded.

  Everyone in the office was stunned.

  Among the same type of magazines in recent years, "New Martial Arts" magazine has been in the countdown, and it has become the second? !

  One hundred thousand monthly sales? !

  Sales that I didn’t even dare to think before? !

  The whole office boiled instantly, excited cheers and whistles gathered together.

   "I'm going to be a host tonight, and you can eat as you please." Feng Feng's face was also full of smiles, and this craze of martial arts style was enough to make everyone excited.

  ……

  "The sales volume of "New Martial Arts" magazine has come out!!!" Nie Weidong said excitedly to Shu Cheng on the other side of the phone.

   "Oh." The boy faintly replied, lying in the bed, no emotions could be heard in his lazy voice.

  Nie Weidong frowned, listening to the faint voice of the young man in his ear, his brows frowned slightly, "Are you sick? I feel something is wrong with your voice."

  The boy was pale in bed, his long and thick eyelashes trembling lightly, the corners of his lips evoked a faint curve, and the lazy voice sounded: "No, how much sales?"

"Oh, yes." Nie Weidong said excitedly, "The monthly magazine "New Martial Arts" magazine has 100,000 copies, ranking second in sales of similar magazines! With a monthly magazine of 100,000, the power of "Amorous Swordsman Ruthless Sword" is simply terrifying! "

   "This is just the beginning." Shu Cheng was lying on the bed with a pale face and a faint voice.

   "Are you really all right?" Nie Weidong frowned, "Don't hold back when you are sick, you have to say it."

   "Do you want me to be sick so much?" Shu Cheng's voice was lazy, and there seemed to be no difference except that his breath was a little weaker than usual.

  Nie Weidong was choked immediately: "..."

   "Then I am indeed sick." Shu Cheng's bloodless lips wore a faint smile, "Lovesickness."

   "Ahem..." Nie Weidong coughed dryly, "An Da, cough... Um... are you kidding?!"

  Lovesickness? ! I rub! Does An Da think of him badly? !

  Nie Weidong clenched the inexplicably chrysanthemum, stretched out his hand and touched his nose.

   "You are so ugly, I am not interested in you." Shu Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly and hung up the phone.

  Nie Weidong: "..." An Da, really, you don't need to be so straightforward.