After sending away the first batch of more than a dozen people who came to buy books, Wang Weide breathed a sigh of relief and finally sent these masters away, but when he saw that more than half of the "Alive" was missing from the display shelves in the hall, he suddenly became nervous, and the dozen or so people just now bought twenty-seven copies of "Alive", and now there are only twenty-two copies left.

This is just the door opened, and less than half of the new books are left, so how long will the remaining half last?

Thinking about it, the sweat on Wang Weide's head flowed, and he knew that if he didn't hurry up and replenish it now, it wouldn't be long before the bookstore would face the embarrassing situation of running out of books.

He hurriedly went to the front desk to get a landline and dialed out, "Oh, the library, this is the CW branch in Haiding District, you hurry up and send 200 copies, no, send 500 copies of "Alive" over." ”

According to his own estimates, two hundred books should be enough, but just in case, he still asked for more, and the books would not be broken in the stacks anyway.

But the woman who answered the phone on the other side said bluntly: "I'm sorry, you're late, there is no longer "Alive" in the library, and the last seven hundred copies have been asked to go by the Zhichunli branch." ”

"What! You can give as much as you want in the spring, can they digest seven hundred copies?" Wang Weide shouted into the phone.

"I can't digest it, the minister agreed, you said that you people, when you sent you books before, you pushed around, and now you are grabbing it, it's really interesting, okay, nothing else, I hung up the phone." After saying that, the other party hung up the phone.

Wang Weide looked at the phone in his hand in surprise, and frowned after a pause: "This operator, what kind of attitude!"

But he didn't have the heart to care about the operator's attitude at this time, because when he called just now, he saw that there were a few fewer copies of "Alive" on the display shelf, which made him even more anxious, and he had never looked forward to a book that would not sell like he did at this moment.

At the same time, he kept cursing in his heart to the manager of the Zhichunli branch, this old guy, he was going to go for 700 books, and he was not afraid of dying, but after thinking about it, if the books were placed in the warehouse, they would always be sold, how could they die.

He regretted it a little, yes, the book will not be bad in the bookstore, even if it can't be sold in the end, it can be returned to the main library, how can he be so obsessed with it at that time, even fifty books are pushed and shoved.

Even if the small library in the bookstore is not large, isn't it easy to hold hundreds of books?

But now it is useless to regret it, and the top priority should be to solve the problem as soon as possible, so he called the director of the comprehensive office of Zhonghua Bookstore again.

However, the other party just received his call and didn't wait for him to speak, so he opened his mouth first: "Weide, you called to ask for a book." ”

Wang Weide was stunned: "How do you know." ”

The other party smiled: "I don't know, you weren't the first to call, but let me tell you, don't think about it today, the book given to us by the publishing house is gone, so we can only wait for tomorrow." ”

Alas, after hanging up the phone, Wang Weide looked at the decreasing "Alive" blankly, with mixed feelings in his heart, regretting it at first, and then began to complain about the publishing house, "What publishing house, the market has not been investigated clearly, and the book is printed!"

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Ahh

Wang Lijian from the office of the literary and art website suddenly sneezed, he rubbed his nose and muttered: "How did you do it today, why do you always sneeze, it won't be the air conditioner blowing hard last night." ”

Knock knock, knock on the door.

"Come in. ”

A chubby middle-aged man walked in from outside the door, with some anger on his face, and he didn't speak when he walked in.

When Wang Lijian saw someone coming, he asked with a smile: "Editor-in-chief Yu, who made you unhappy?"

Editor-in-chief Yu pointed at Wang Lijian and said, "It's you, Mr. Wang." ”

"Me?" Wang Lijian pointed to his nose: "Why did I make you angry, but isn't "Alive" officially on the shelves today, and how are the sales?"

Yu Hai sat down on the sofa next to him and said angrily: "I haven't said it yet, you mentioned it first, I came to ask you for this matter." ”

Questioning ...... Wang Lijian knew that Yu Hai had always had the characteristic of a big mouth when he spoke, so he didn't think it was wrong. It's just that he didn't have a good expression when he heard Yu Hai say about "Alive", and asked a little worriedly, "What? Could it be that the sales of "Alive" are not good? ”

"Twenty thousand?" Yu Hai stretched out two fingers and shook in front of Wang Lijian, "It's over." ”

"Old Yu, you're joking, just 20,000 books, it won't come to this point......" As he spoke, he saw Yu Hai's smiling expression, and he felt that something was wrong, and he tentatively said in disbelief: "What did you say...... Sold out?"

"It's just sold out, otherwise you think. Yu Hai said.

"Hey, you guy. Wang Lijian breathed a sigh of relief, "It's deliberate, since it's sold well, you came to me to ask what the crime is." ”

"There are not enough books, you have to continue to print, you talk about you, this time the book is too urgent, there is no market research at all, 20,000 copies are printed, and now it is good, I can't keep up with the sales. Speaking of this, Yu Hai's tone was much softened.

In fact, Yu Hai is a bit exaggerated, now that the bookstore has only been open for more than an hour, of course it is impossible to sell out 20,000 books, but the major bookstores have begun to ask the publishing house for books, because according to the current situation, 20,000 copies are likely to not last today.

He knows that it is not Wang Lijian's fault that the first printing of 20,000 copies is not Wang Lijian's, because he also participated in the publication of "Alive", and he didn't think there was anything wrong with the number of 20,000 copies at that time, even if the sales were better than they expected, but they were not out of control.

In addition to the publishing house, there is also a printing factory with a daily production capacity of 100,000 reams, which can cope with it if the sales volume is relatively high.

Of course, Wang Lijian also knew that Yu Hai didn't really come to hold him accountable, so he said with a smile: "You, you, report the good news, make me so nervous, is the matter of printing done?"

Yu Hai also said with a smile: "Don't bother asking, I have already done it, and it is preliminarily estimated that 30,000 books can be sent to various bookstores before five o'clock in the afternoon." ”

"That's good. Wang Lijian was relieved, he smiled and took out the cup and tea leaves under the coffee table, "Don't be in a hurry to leave, have a cup of tea on my side." ”

Yu Hai rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Okay, am I really here to ask for sin, I can't drink your tea?"

"Of course, don't say it's tea, you don't even want to have a glass of water. Wang Lijian quipped.