It's been another boring Monday.

After the intensive and non-stop operation of the Love Reading Poetry Magazine, the latest issue 619 of the Love Reading Poetry Journal was published all over the country as scheduled.

City A, the community opposite Lv Dongchen, Villa No. 1. The old man Lu Dongchen had seen was waiting in the villa compound early. The habit I have developed over the years, the first thing I do every Monday morning is not to eat breakfast, but to read the latest issue of "Love Reading Poetry Magazine", and I can't eat if I can't see it. Then savor it for a week.

If he encounters a good poem that he likes, he will buy a few more copies, one for collection, one for cutting, and paste the poem he admires the most on the wall, which can be tasted repeatedly and can be used to educate his children and grandchildren on the wall. When old friends come to the house, you can also show it off.

Finally, the courier brother came. My wife urged me a few times, and my breakfast was cold immediately.

Holding the 619 issues of hardcover poetry in his hand, the old man finally opened his meal with peace of mind, chewing breakfast slowly while savoring the poems.

"Wonderful!" Suddenly, the old man slapped the table, poofed, and stood up.

"Old man, what are you nervous about! The soup is on the table!" the wife was startled and complained.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!" The old man seemed to be immersed in the artistic conception of the poem, and he didn't pay attention to his wife at all, and he didn't even eat.

"At noon on hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil. Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard!" The old man sang, shaking his head and beating the beat, very intoxicated.

"Quatrain for the ages, quatrain for the ages! I didn't expect that my Situ would be brave in this life, and I could read such a good sentence, and I have no regrets in this life, and I have no regrets in this life!"

The old gentleman, who called himself Situ Fenyong, suddenly thought of something, and took out his mobile phone: "Help me order another copy of "Love Reading Poetry Magazine", no, two copies! Ten copies! Hardcover edition! 619 issues, don't make a mistake! Be fast, be fast! ”

"Dead old man, I'm nervous, no matter how good it is, I won't buy ten copies!"

"A woman's opinion!" Situ Fen snorted coldly, "What do you know! Such an eternal sentence is really rare but not sought. Years later, it is collectible, just like stamps and antiques. If it weren't for my connection, ordinary people would not be able to buy so many copies. ”

"How much can the value rise again, and our family is not short of that money. My wife complained to herself.

"Woman, don't talk to each other, don't talk to each other!" the old man simply left the dining room, walked into the courtyard of the villa, and chanted aloud.

"Hey, old man, I'm still angry when I say a few words to you. Are you still eating breakfast?"

"No more!" the old man waved impatiently. You know money, how can the value of literature be measured by money?

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Middle-aged uncle in the barbershop.

I got up early in the morning and went to a nearby newsstand to buy a new issue of "Love Reading Poetry". The uncle's family background is average, relying on the small business of the barber shop to make ends meet, he does not have the treatment of door-to-door delivery like the old man, he needs to buy it himself to save some errand fees.

"Come on, his second uncle!" The newsstand owner is an old lady, her home is also nearby, she used to work in a factory, and after she retired, she started a newsstand, and she didn't plan to make much money.

"Auntie, has the 619th issue of "Love Reading Poetry Magazine" arrived?"

Uncle Barber is a big fan of "Love Reading Poetry Magazine", and he buys almost every issue, so he knows the issue number well. However, unlike the old man in the villa, he usually buys a hardcover version, and only when he encounters a poem he particularly likes, he will buy a hardcover version of the collection.

In this world, there are rich and poor, but in the words of those who love to read poetry magazines, literature does not distinguish between countries and rich and poor. Therefore, there are two editions of each issue of the poetry magazine: hardcover and paperback.

The hardcover edition is priced at 50 yuan a copy. The picture is very exquisite, the paper is made of specially made materials, and it is claimed that it can be placed for 50 years without wrinkles, rolls, and discoloration, which is very conducive to poetry lovers' collection.

The softcover version is 5 yuan a piece, just like an ordinary newspaper, the price is close to the people, and ordinary people can afford it.

"It's here, it's here!" the eldest lady introduced diligently, "Let's buy a hardcover edition, the poems in this issue are particularly good!"

"Oh, no, no. The uncle shook his hand, "The old rule, I only buy one hardcover one issue a month, and the other three installments buy a simple one!"

"Then don't regret it, there are only 10 sets left in the hardcover. This issue is selling very well, not to mention the hardcover version, and there is not much left of even the simple cover. You know, love to read poetry and rarely print it. I persuaded you for the sake of my old neighbors. "Auntie has a look of pity for you.

Whether it is hardcover or simple, the outside of the poetry magazine has a packaging skin, and you can't see the content inside without opening it. Sales at newsstand outlets are basically based on this model, in order to prevent individual people from just reading and not buying.

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Sure enough, 10 minutes after the barber uncle went back, he hurriedly ran back to the kiosk: "Auntie, I want to buy a hardcover, that song "Hoe He" is so wonderful, it's amazing, I want to buy a hardcover version of the collection!"

"Alas, his second uncle, just now said that you didn't listen. The hardcover version has been sold out. The eldest lady had a regretful expression of not listening to the old man and suffering a loss in front of her.

"Hasn't this been more than 10 minutes? How is it possible? Didn't you just say that there are still 10 servings?" the barber uncle looked incredulous.

"A group of students came just now, and all of them sold out. Regret it, his second uncle. ”

"Then buy three more simple ones!" the uncle was annoyed. Well, two copies were given to my son who was still studying to study, and the remaining one was kept for myself, maybe I could keep it for a long time.

Well, since you can't buy a few more hardcover copies to support the author of "Hoe He", then vote for you online.

The middle-aged uncle silently took out his mobile phone, opened the official website of "Love Reading Poetry Magazine", and found the voting area of the 619th issue.

619 Best Works: Voted for "Hoe He".

Whether to support the 619 issue of printing: voted in favor.

Such a scene is being played out all over the country at the same time.

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I love to read poetry magazines, headquarters, and the president's office.

Behind the spacious desk, President Wang Qiang is sitting in the boss's chair, flipping through the 619 issues of poetry and slowly sipping tea. And Xiao Haitang, the head of the editorial department, paced back and forth, obviously absent-minded.

"Lao Xiao, why are you a little unbreathed today, this is not your usual style. President Wang Qianggang is in his early forties, which is the age of young and vigorous career, with a straight suit and shiny hair.

Changing manuscripts on the spot is a taboo in the publishing industry, just like changing commanders on the battlefield during a march to war. After a good finalization, they worked overtime overnight with the printing department, the art department and other departments, and they were a little resentful, just waiting for the social repercussions after the release of the 619th issue, and wanted to see the jokes of the editorial department. That's why Xiao Haitang couldn't sit still.

However, after such a little bit from the president, Xiao Haitang quickly figured it out. Yes, I'm still too obsessed with the results, even if the results are not good, even if the sales are not satisfactory, even if the world does not understand? A good poem is a good poem, a good work is a good work, why do I need to care about the eyes of the world, why do I have to prove anything to others.

At this moment, the person in charge of the sales department hurriedly walked in with a report: "President, the latest sales results!"