"How many sales do you think Han Gongzi's new book will sell?"

"Mr. Holmes? Honestly, I didn't read it, is it really good? I was hurt by the dear Sherlock Holmes from before. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"I didn't ask you if you have seen it, I asked you, how many sales do you think you can sell?"

"Haven't the first-day sales been announced? More than 500,000 copies, why haven't you received the news?"

"What the hell, what you say, what you say to me, it's not the same thing at all. ”

In the streets and alleys, whether it is a big publishing house or a small publishing house, whether it is a publishing house with a relationship with the Demon Capital Publishing House, or a publishing house with no relationship, they are all talking about this matter, there is no way that Han Gongzi's books are always making such a big fuss.

This is not the two review editors of a small publishing house, and they are still discussing.

Now they're all speculating about how the book will sell the next day. ”

"What's there to guess? Even if it's diving, it's a very safe thing to sell more than one million copies a month. ”

In the middle of the conversation, two other editors chimed in, also interested in the topic.

"Now the Internet is saying that the sales of Sherlock Holmes will shrink, after all, the first day is just a freshness, coupled with Han Gongzi's heritage, so this miracle was created. ”

"It's true that Mr. Holmes is a good novel, but it's not the right way after all, and mystery novels still need to be written to be right. ”

"It's really fresh to say, because no one has ever written like this, and Han Gongzi dares to take risks, which is still very powerful. ”

A few people discussed it, of course, they are just a microcosm, once a person becomes famous, all his things will be magnified, and all kinds of things will be guessed.

To put it mildly, there are many books that have been put on sale with Mr. Holmes, but not to mention the next day's sales, not many people actually paid attention to the first day of sales.

It's still that club.

Du Qian, the gold medal planner, and the supernatural author gathered again, and this time there was no reporter.

"Han Gongzi's luck is really good, and his sales exploded on the first day. Du Qian said viciously.

"That's right, what kind of character description, describing feelings, are all stinky feet, just say that the quality of the book itself is more than 100,000 copies. "The gold medal planner is also angry, after all, his financial path has been cut off by such a mess.

In contrast, the supernatural author was more steady, only to hear him say: "I went back and looked at Mr. Holmes carefully, and I have to say that he still has some ability to sell 500,000 copies, but ......"

At first, Du Qian and the gold medal planner heard the compliment, and their faces were bad, but when they heard it later, they erected their ears.

"However, I analyzed and analyzed, and the reason why Mr. Holmes's sales are so high is actually as it is said on the Internet, fresh. ”

The supernatural author took a sip of the white water on the table, and he wanted to make a high-ranking person who drank tea, but water is water.

"If you like fresh things, you have already bought them on the first day, so as soon as the fresh momentum passes, his real sales will be restored today, and I have already contacted a good friend, and when the time comes, I will say that Mr. Holmes is a scam who uses fresh energy, and now the sales of diving are the real level. ”

Gold Medal Planner and Du Qian, the more they listened, the more their eyes lit up, and they couldn't help but answer later.

"Yes, yes, we'll be washed off the dirty water then. ”

"We also restore the honor we should have. Tell me, if there's anything we need help with? ”

The supernatural author began, "You ...... like this"

Qin Hui also has three friends, so although the three of them are a little notorious now, they can still find someone to help.

The three of them began to whisper together, the gold medal planner, Du Qian and the supernatural middle-aged author, the three of them were like three poisonous snakes, staring at them deadly, as long as there was a slight flaw, they would bite it fiercely.

If you look at their words, you can see where they are positioned, what dirty water, and what honor.

In fact, there is a saying that the smell of water in the stinky ditch is definitely due to the smell of the water itself.

There are still three hours left before the next day's sales are announced.

……

The weather was sunny.

Another good time to visit.

Han Shi travels, well, it doesn't seem accurate to say this, to be precise, he just likes waves.

In three years, Han Shi's waste has been exhausted, and he went out today, just because the persimmons in a certain place were ripe.

I have already booked my plane tickets, and I have already arrived at the airport.

First of all, Feng Tianming made a phone call, and Han Shi's sixth sense told him that this call could not be answered, otherwise there would be no persimmons to eat.

The next moment he hung up the phone, but the root of his ears had not been cleared for a few seconds, and the mobile phone vibrated again, and the caller was still Feng Tianming, Han Shi raised his eyebrows, and then hung up again.

Repeated back and forth three times, it seems that Feng Tianming is really in a hurry, otherwise the very knowledgeable Feng Tianming will not persevere, after obviously being hung up. However, that was useless for Han Gongzi.

I got a ticket at the self-service ticket machine, and the phone rang again, but this time the caller was different, this time the caller was Su Yu, which is indeed rare, and Su Yu generally does not call.

This time, Han Shi did not hang up, but waited for the phone to hang up by himself, and believed that the prompt tone he got on the other side was: Sorry, the user you dialed has not been answered for the time being, please dial again later.

Su Yu didn't hit the second one.

Speaking of which, I don't know what day I talked about today, not long after Su Yu's call, An Li called again......

Han Shi looked at the phone, weighed it up and down, and his eyes showed thought, is this phone call crazy today?

In the end, it rang a few more times, and Han Shi still connected the phone.

"Say, What's the matter? Han Shi asked coldly.

An Li will not beat around the bush: "I am sick today, so the company's affairs need to be managed." ”

Han Shi was silent for a long time before he said, "Take your own medicine and hang up first." ”

said hang up, the next moment Han Shi hung up, even if An Li was sick, it couldn't stop Han Shi from buying persimmons.

Just like Kiyokatsu Koyama said through the mouth of Miyamoto Musashi: Who can stop the young samurai from dying, no one, because they can't hear!

Looking at the phone, there was a feeling that he wanted to throw away the phone, and if he had this thought, he would take action, Han Shi looked around, his eyes locked on a trash can, and he was really ready to throw the phone in.

But this mobile phone is really going to heaven today, or maybe it is holding that it is going to be thrown away anyway, so there is another wave of such psychology, and the phone rings again......

I can vaguely see that Han Shi's hand holding the mobile phone has turned white, and I really suspect that if it wasn't for the fruit machine in Han Gongzi's hand, if the hardness was okay, it would be directly pinched and deformed by him.

This time the call was Ma Jundong's, Han Shi's eyes narrowed slightly, and now he was really suppressing his anger, and connected the phone, and then Ma Jundong on the other end of the phone said in a hoarse voice:

"Hey, I'll tell you, buddy is unlucky today, it was supposed to be an appreciation interview, but it turned out that he had pharyngitis, and now he is weak, come and help me and send my buddy to the hospital." ”

Ordinary people can get the following information from Ma Jundong's words:

First, the interview was delayed.

Second, laryngitis is severe.

Third, you need to go to the hospital.

However, Han Shi, he only saw a little information in this passage: there was always Diao Min who wanted to stop him from buying persimmons.