Ponder and meditate to create new products, and work hard to pay the most attachment.

Now with the more and more developed network, its functions are becoming more and more powerful, but it can be said to be omnipresent and omnipotent!

"Star Press" It is an old enterprise, building this brand for many years, the total circulation has exceeded tens of millions of copies, becoming a relatively popular magazine at that time, but now all kinds of networks, the emergence of online magazines has made the sales of this originally very popular magazine suddenly reduced, and finally will face the situation of being eliminated, the editors of the publishing house are thinking hard every day, how to make this kind of paper version of the paper book printed in the Internet in the era of the Internet to have their own place, discussion, discussion to answer only one is to continue to innovate, to create their own style and characteristics。

As one of the editors-in-chief of this publishing house, Xiao Ya felt a lot of pressure, almost all of her energy was focused on the so-called innovation, but the ideas that could be thought of had been used many years ago, and she couldn't think of other more novel themes.

Although it is to come out to relax, but in the professional habits, Xiaoya still unconsciously walked to those small bookstalls and newsstands on the street, don't look at these inconspicuous small places, these places are the places where magazines and stories will sell the most books, because it is more miscellaneous, and it is easiest to grasp the first-hand information here.

There are a lot of stalls selling books on this street, because it is close to the station, waiting for the bus in the waiting room, or long-distance tourists will buy a book to pass the time on the bus and waiting for the boring time, so the stall business here is still good.

Xiaoya came to a relatively large stall, browsed all the magazines and books on the display, and found a lot of "Xinghuo" magazines published by Star Publishing House, picked up one casually, flipped through it, and asked the stall owner who was smoking a cigarette on the side about the price.

The boss slanted the cigarette in his mouth, raised his eyes and looked at the magazine in Xiao Ya's hand and said, "You can give two yuan for this, if you buy a copy of this, this book can be given to you for free!" The boss took out a magazine published by another publishing house and said to Xiao Ya.

Xiaoya was very unhappy when she heard this, she was the editor-in-chief of the publishing house, but her work was actually regarded as a gift, and the asking price was only two yuan a copy, which was basically the same price as waste paper, "Boss, isn't there a lot of people who buy this magazine, why is it so cheap?"

The stall owner smiled when he heard this: "Little girl, you are really interesting, it is too cheap to buy things, although this magazine looks very new, but."

It's an old magazine, you see that the date is not or it was published last year, so it's cheaper to sell, if you like to read this kind of magazine, I'll count you as a piece of five-day copy, you can take it away at this price" said the boss took out a cardboard box from under the stall, took out the magazine inside and showed it to Xiaoya, Xiaoya found that it was all "Sparks" Magazines, the boss explained that these were not sold out before, and I thought that this magazine would sell well if it was so popular, so I bought a little more goods, but who knew that it couldn't be sold, so I had to sell it at a loss here.

"The magazine of "Spark" is the best magazine, it can't be sold so cheaply!" Xiao Ya dropped a few hundred-yuan bills and left angrily, the stall owner smiled and put away Xiao Ya's scattered banknotes on the stall, and said while counting with saliva: "What a stupid hat!" But counting and counting, the boss's face suddenly changed, revealing a terrifying expression.

Xiaoya returned to the publishing house, and threw the magazine that she bought at a high price on the table, and her colleague Xiaoting next to her was a college student who had just come to the publishing house.

Xiaoting poured a cup of tea for Xiaoya, and asked with concern, "What's wrong, Sister Xiaoya, are you feeling unwell?"

Xiaoya shook her head and sighed and said: "I'm angry, I went to a street stall selling books just now, you know that our magazines only sell for two yuan a piece, and you can buy other magazines and give away our magazines for free, and they are all sold before, saying that they can't be sold out of stock, I found that there is no one of our newly published works, how can this sales go up? It's really angry with me!".

Xiao Ting heard this and said: "Sister Xiaoya, you can't blame the stall owner, we really haven't published a new magazine for a long time."

"How is this possible? I work every day, I insist on writing, everyone is like this, why did our magazine stop distributing it?" asked Xiao Ya a little incredulous.

"Sister Xiaoya, it seems that when the publishing house caught fire a year ago, you hit your head while escaping, and after so many years, you still don't remember what happened at that time."

"Xiaoting, what do you mean by that? I remember the fire a year ago, but what happened after that? I really don't have any impression at all, forget it, I'll go and rest first, I feel a headache when I think about it" After speaking, Xiaoya stood up and walked into the lounge.

"It's strange that Sister Xiaoya still has a headache now! Damn her head is itching again!" Xiao Ting kept scratching her head with her hand as she spoke, and the fire burned all her beautiful long hair, and then although it grew out, it would become very itchy from time to time, and Xiao Ting could only stop scratching her scalp to stop the itch.

But I don't know what's wrong today, the more I scratch, the more itchy it gets, and soon my scalp will be

was scratched by Xiao Ting, and strands of blood flowed out, but Xiao Ting still kept scratching, as if she didn't know the pain.

"Xiao Ting, I thought of a very good idea, what do you think of an extra column dedicated to ghost stories in our magazine?" Xiao Ya ran out of the lounge excitedly, but when she saw Xiao Ting, who was bleeding all over her face, she couldn't help but scream and ran out, and as soon as she opened the door, she directly bumped into Xiao Zhao, the security guard at the door of the publishing house, "Sister Xiao Ya, what are you doing in such a hurry?" Xiao Zhao asked.

"There's a ghost in our publishing house!" Xiao Ya shouted as she ran.

"Sister Xiaoya, stop and don't run, you give me back your arm first!" Xiao Ya looked down when she heard this, one arm was grabbing her wrist, Xiao Ya screamed and kept shaking her hand, trying to break free of her arm, at this time Xiao Zhao came over, took off her arm and put it on her body, and said to Xiao Ya: "Sister Xiao Ya, have you forgotten that we are all dead in that fire, but we are still attached to this place, so we didn't leave!"

The owner of the bookstall who sold it to Xiaoya magazine looked at the few dark coins in his hand and was alone in a daze, because he remembered who that girl was, and he remembered that "Spark" at that time The sales of the magazine are very hot, and he is also very curious about how good this magazine is, when he looked through the magazine, there was a magazine that published a photo of the editor-in-chief Xiaoya, so the stall owner still had a little impression of Xiaoya, and he also knew that the fire a year ago had already burned the entire publishing house and the people inside, and it was just a ghost that appeared in front of him!

(End of chapter).

You are a genius, remember in a second: 3,005 Chinese Net, URL