Chapter 187: The Horn of Winter
As an investor behind the scenes, there is a reason why Wu Tao is not sure about the market reaction of comic magazines.
First, he is not a professional in the comics industry, and he can't personally experience the preparation of the magazine, so he will naturally have no bottom in his heart.
Second, "The King of Picture Books", which once sold 600,000 copies in a single issue, has just been banned, and domestic comic publications are in the midst of a cold winter.
In such an environment, it is too difficult for a comic magazine to survive. Not to mention being able to make a name for yourself and become popular in an instant hit.
At the same time, Jinling, inside the office building of Ninghai Building.
The office of the new comic magazine is located here, and it is in the same building as Yuankang Company.
It was late at night, and Wang Yongsheng was still in the office, with a sample issue in front of him.
In another two hours, the 60,000 copies of the comic magazines printed in advance will begin to be packed and shipped out of the box, and they will be distributed to six provinces and one city in East China.
Whether the flame of hope that was once extinguished can be rekindled is up to it.
picked up the magazine, and the cover was impressively printed with the four big characters of Violent Cool Manke, and the name given by the owner Wu Tao, hoping to touch the luck of this kid.
Turning the title page, this is a magazine that is mainstream in China.
Yan Kai, Chen Xiang, and Zheng Xusheng, who once made their mark in the king of picture books, brought their new works and returned to the embrace of the comic industry after wandering for a while.
They were all under Wang Yongsheng's banner, and now that the old owner has regrouped, they naturally want to come and defect.
What's more, in this cold winter of the comics industry, they simply don't have any more options.
Of course, if you pay attention, you will find that in addition to the works of these well-known cartoonists, there is also a little-known newcomer's work - "Star Soul", which also occupies a lot of space.
This is the work recommended by Wu Tao, and it is really good, so I recorded it.
After a cursory flip, Wang Yongsheng felt that there was nothing missing, so he dropped the sample and rubbed his brows.
When I'm older, I'm already feeling less.
Although Wu Tao arranged a place for him to live in the Splendid Courtyard across the road, he still had no intention of going back.
Because just now, his old friends called and advised him not to have too much hope.
After all, the general environment is like this, so many comic magazines with good sales have collapsed.
Some people even advised him to print less and try the water, so as not to lose too much and not be able to recover it.
However, 60,000 copies is only one-tenth of the once glorious king of picture books, and if the market can't even digest such a small circulation, it will not be successful in any way.
Fortunately, his former bookseller relationship is still there, and the other party still recognizes his signboard. So he didn't have much effort to spread out 60,000 magazines.
Next, there is only one word - wait!
Sunday, March 24.
In Jinling, the sky has just dawned, and the newsstand booths in the streets and alleys have opened one after another.
Lao Sun is the owner of a newsstand booth at the intersection of Sanpailou, and has been working diligently for more than ten years, from a small newsstand on the ground to the scale of today's booth.
In Lao Sun's opinion, today is no different from usual.
Early in the morning, he carried tofu brain fritters, hummed a small tune, opened the small window, turned on the light, put out the phone, and the day's business began again.
A short time later, a postman on a motorcycle passed by, placing a bag full of newspapers on his stall and pulling out a stack of ink-smelling magazines.
Hurry up and stuff the fritters, and hurry up with the tofu brain. Because he knew that the old patrons who bought the newspaper would soon come.
At this moment, a tricycle creaked over, and shouted from a distance: "Boss, do you want some new magazines?"
"What's new?" Lao Sun frowned, he had always been cautious about new magazines.
Don't look at some magazines that are selling very well, but that's the result of the big waves.
Behind those hot magazines are thousands of new magazines with less than three or two issues.
Die at the sight of the light!
However, after so many years, Lao Sun has long had his own experience in what magazines are good to sell and what magazines are not good to sell.
Hence the above dialogue.
The person who came was also unambiguous, and the answer was clear and bright, "The new magazine edited by the king of picture books, a violent man!"
As soon as he heard that it was the editor-in-chief of the king of picture books, Lao Sun suddenly became interested. Put down the tofu brain fritters, wipe his hands on the towel, stick out of the small window and say, "Give me a look." ”
"Okay!"
Lao Sun saw it quickly, and after five seconds, he immediately clapped his hand and said, "It's going to be!"
"Well, how many copies do you want, 50?"
"Let's come to 100 first!" Lao Sun said with pride.
The bookseller who delivered the goods looked up, "You have your back to the school here, so you need to take some more." ”
In one fell swoop, he moved two stacks down, wrote the numbers, asked Lao Sun to sign it, and left.
However, a morning passed, and 100 copies were sold for 10 copies. Lao Sun suddenly sat on the wax, did he look away?
At noon, when the mother-in-law came to deliver the meal, she also saw the new magazine placed in the bright place, and after knowing that it had not sold much, she immediately began to complain.
Lao Sun was so annoyed that he directly said, "Do you understand or do I understand?", and blocked his wife's mouth.
After lunch, the number of students passing by began to increase.
The violent manga on the bright side finally attracted the attention of many students.
"Boss, here's a copy of this magazine!"
"Boss, the money is here......"
"This magazine looks cool, boss, here'......"
Lao Sun finally let out a sigh of relief, with a confident smile on his face.
When the mother-in-law brought the meal again in the evening, Lao Sun completely raised his eyebrows, patted the few remaining stocks and said: "See, I haven't missed the magazines I have read for so many years!"
"Virtue!" the mother-in-law pouted, and suddenly exclaimed: "There are only a few copies left, why don't you hurry up and buy them?"
"Oh, you're right, but I didn't leave the bookseller's phone!"
"Look at what you are doing...... In the end, Lao Sun still did not escape the number of his mother-in-law.
The same situation is played out in Zhonghai, Xihang and other places.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the Riot Manke Magazine received feedback calls from booksellers from all over the world.
Wang Yongsheng didn't rest well all night, and he was lying in the office at the moment, not in good spirits.
Suddenly, the assistant burst in like a gust of wind and shouted excitedly: "Editor-in-chief, editor-in-chief, booksellers from all over the world are calling! They want more goods, and our magazines are in short supply!"
"What, what you said is true?" Wang Yongsheng, who was over sixty years old, jumped up from the sofa like a young man, trembling with excitement, and quickly digested the sudden good news.
Again, the assistant repeated it clearly and clearly.
After Wang Yongsheng heard this, he ran back and forth in the office.
"Selling out so quickly is much beyond my expectations! Quickly, notify the printing house and print 40,000 copies!"
The assistant left in a hurry, Wang Yongsheng stretched, looked at the sky outside the window, and muttered: "Is this the horn of spring sounded in the cold winter of the comics industry?"