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Editor-in-chief He Qing sat in a rocking chair, with his legs on the table, a cigarette in his hand, whistling, looking at the sales volume of the literature and periodicals on the computer in the morning, and he was in a very good mood.

It exceeded 30,000 copies in one morning, and the sales volume continued to grow, so that when the next issue of the journal was released, it would definitely exceed 200,000 copies and suppress the peer Dawn Literary Society.

Thinking of this, He Qing couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart, it seemed that it was completely correct for him to print 100,000 copies.

Drip, drip!

The computer news came out, and it was another sales data.

"Well, 70,000 copies? Yes, it seems that this move is the right one!"

Looking at the new news, it is now two o'clock in the afternoon, but it is only three or four hours later, and 40,000 copies have been sold, which is amazing!

He Qing, who was in a happy mood, changed his clothes and asked his lover out to dinner.

After the meal, He Qing began to pay attention to the sales situation again.

"Hmm? 75,152 volumes? What's going on? After two or three hours, why did it go up by more than 5,000?"

He Qing thought he was wrong, but after clicking back and forth a few times, the data did not change at all.

"Forget it, it is estimated that it rose too fast before, generally speaking, five thousand copies is already good!"

He Qing comforted himself so much that he worked until eight o'clock in the evening.

More than four hours passed, and He Qing opened the sales data again to check the sales volume.

"How is it possible to 761011 volume? Why did it go up so much?"

Looking at the sales volume that only increased by about 1,000 in four hours, He Qing was so shocked that his glasses were about to fall off.

It stands to reason that the first day of the release of a new journal coincided with a rapid increase in sales, and it would take at least three or four days before it became weak. But now it's speechless, and before a day has passed, it's weak?

"It's still selling so fast in the morning, why is it so slow in the afternoon?" He Qing couldn't understand. "Could it be that those people are rushing to get off work and eat?"

With a puzzled mentality, He Qing waited for a whole day, until the next day, the sales volume had not exceeded 80,000, and the whole person was frightened.

"What's going on? What's going on? How can this be?" He Qing was afraid, looking at the sales volume that was barely rising, and remembered that he had printed 100,000 copies, and if it continued like this, it would definitely become waste paper, and he would be scolded to death by the boss Liu Yimin at that time.

"Oh no, editor-in-chief!"

Yang Yuan slammed open the door, looking a little flustered.

"What's going on?" He Qing frowned.

"Editor-in-chief, since yesterday afternoon, the sales volume of our periodicals has almost not risen!" Yang Yuan said hurriedly.

"Heh, I was just about to ask you about it, tell me quickly, what's wrong?" He Qing said angrily, the 100,000 copies that were printed were ordered by him personally, and if they couldn't be sold, the boss would pick up his own skin.

"It's all because of Dawn, they also serialized a piece of supernatural fiction in the literary magazine, stealing many consumers!" Yang Yuan explained.

"Impossible! I've never heard of Chenxi inviting a well-known writer to serialize a novel!" He Qing vetoed, in Jiangnan City, who can compare to Jiang Yue when writing supernatural novels? As for writers from other provinces and cities, he didn't receive any news at all.

"It's that Lin Ruofeng, it's the novel he wrote!" Yang Yuan replied.

"Lin Ruofeng, he can write novels as a guy who writes prose and poetry?" He Qing snorted as if he had heard a big joke. "Yang Yuan, did you make a mistake? Not to mention whether he can write novels, even if he can, the supernatural novels he writes can be compared to Jiang Yue?"

"Editor-in-chief, it's really not me!Then Lin Ruofeng wrote a piece of "Notes on Tomb Robbery", which caused a lot of heated discussions and increased a lot of sales for Chenxi, we, we can't sell it at all!" Yang Yuan said with a sad face.

"Impossible, we invited Jiang Yue, a famous supernatural novelist in Jiangnan City, who can write a novel that can compare to him?" He Qing couldn't believe it.

"Editor-in-chief, if you don't believe it, you can go out for a walk, many people are discussing "Tomb Robbery Notes" now!"

Hearing this, He Qing hurriedly rushed out of the office.

"Hey, have you watched "Tomb Robbery Notes"?"

"Of course, I didn't expect Lin Ruofeng to not only write poetry well, but also write novels so well!"

"That's it, I was attracted to it yesterday, but it's a pity that the story is gone before it began, alas! I don't know when the new issue will be released. ”

"Me too, since I read "Notes on Tomb Robbery", I can't see other supernatural novels!"

"Yes, like that "Midnight Remnant" or something, it's too old-fashioned, I don't have a sense of expectation, I used to pass the time well, but since I watched "Tomb Robbery Notes", my appetite has been picked, and I can't watch anything else!"

"Alas!"

"Alas!"

Hearing the conversation next to him, He Qing's face turned pale, could it really be the novel written by Lin Ruofeng, which caused sales to deteriorate?

"Boss, give me a copy of the Dawn Periodical!" He Qing didn't believe it, look at how good the so-called "Notes on Tomb Robbery" can be, how good can a person who writes about tomb robbery be?

"I'm sorry sir, it's sold out, you can come tomorrow!" replied the boss.

"What? Sold out, boss, are you mistaken? Sold out in the morning?" He Qing said angrily.

"Hmph, don't you come early next time, I'm lining up here early in the morning to buy, want to buy it, line up tomorrow!" the boss glanced at He Qing and snorted coldly.

Hearing this, He Qing's heart turned over with huge waves, and it was sold out in one morning? Is that "Tomb Robbery Notes" really so good?

He Qing, who does not believe in evil, met a middle school student holding a Chenxi journal on the road, and the saliva was dry, and finally it cost a hundred yuan to buy the literature and periodicals from the middle school student.

"Hmph, if I hadn't finished reading "Notes on Tomb Robbery", I wouldn't have sold it to you!" the middle school student snorted coldly.

He Qing burst into tears, and hurriedly picked up the literature and looked at it.

Marvel at the novelty of "Notes on Tomb Robbery", which is completely different from traditional supernatural novels, and this tomb robbery stream really has a first-class phenomenon. And there is a lot of suspense in the text, and the sense of expectation is full, no wonder so many people chase after it.

"Damn, who is this Lin Ruofeng?" He Qing gritted his teeth, the graduate who was embarrassed by himself and others and pushed away, why was he so powerful in the blink of an eye, even if the prose and poetry were forgotten, the novel was also in a class of its own.

Thinking that he and the others had personally returned it to his opponent Chenxi, He Qing felt remorseful in his heart.

However, now that Lin Ruofeng is blocking his financial path, he must not let go, what can he do?

He Qing knew that if "Notes on Tomb Robbery" was written like this, Lin Yi would be finished.

Thinking that he couldn't sell 100,000 copies of the extra print without permission, He Qing was so anxious that he was dying, and the boss knew about it, so he didn't want to do it.

"Hey, by the way, didn't he write about tomb robbery? Hmph, Lin Ruofeng, you wait!" He Qing hurriedly dialed Jiang Yue's phone and told him about the matter.

"What?"

Jiang Yue hung up the phone, still in disbelief, he was a well-known supernatural novelist, and his novels were not as good as a layman, which made Jiang Yue's self-esteem suffer.

However, thinking of He Qing's method, Jiang Yue exhaled deeply and dialed a phone call.

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