Huaxia, the imperial capital, a park.

As usual, Lao Zhangtou went for a morning jog in a park not far from his community, Lao Zhangtou's full name is Zhang Wuzhen, and he is fifty-three years old this year.

Although Lao Zhangtou is over half a hundred years old, his body is not bad because of regular exercise.

"Hey, why are there so many people here today?" When Lao Zhangtou ran to the newsstand he often visited, he found that today's newsstand was full, and the queue was fifty meters away.

You know, in normal times, this newsstand is full of doors, not to mention a 50-meter queue, even if it is a five-meter, no, three-meter queue, it is already rare.

With curiosity, Lao Zhangtou stopped, curiosity is the nature of human beings, and the herd mentality is the nature of Chinese people, seeing so many people queuing up here, Lao Zhangtou will not stop if he does not understand the facts!

Therefore, Lao Zhangtou lined up at the end of the line with curiosity.

"Hey, Lao Fang, why are you here?" When Lao Zhang came to the end of the line, he found an acquaintance of his, Lao Fang.

"Lao Zhang, are you here too?" Lao Fang said with some surprise when he saw Lao Zhang.

"Well, what is such a long queue for?" Lao Zhang pointed to the long queue and asked, "Could it be that this newsstand has a promotion?"

"What kind of promotion? This is a newsstand, not a supermarket, where does the promotion come from?" the old man pouted, with a strange look in his eyes, and then continued, "Come here to line up, naturally I am buying newspapers." ”

Hearing Lao Fang say this, Lao Zhangtou was embarrassed, he touched his head, he didn't say anything, this is his habit, once Lao Zhangtou is embarrassed, he will touch his head.

At the same time, the owner of the newsstand was happy and miserable.

Today, for Lao Kong (newsstand owner), it is definitely a big day, without him, the newsstand that was originally full of people has suddenly become crowded today, as evidenced by this long queue.

At first, Lao Kong was indeed happy, but it didn't take long for him to become sad.

Without him, because these people are all here to buy the world edition of the World Weekly.

This embarrassed Lao Kong, because he did not book much of the world edition of the "World Weekly" newspaper, and in normal times, he would only book 50 copies of the world edition of "World Weekly", although "World Weekly" has a great influence in the world, but in his small newsstand, it was just a matter of a while, fifty points, and often could not be sold, but because of Hu Yu, Lao Kong ordered an extra 150 copies, that is, he ordered a full 200 copies of "World Weekly"!

You know, although these newspapers can be returned, this is not a full return, he himself needs to pay some money, and he can't even get the cost back.

Therefore, Lao Kong thought about it for a full hour before booking two hundred copies.

But now, Lao Kong knows that he has fewer reservations, and looking at the posture in front of him, not to mention two hundred copies, even if it is two thousand copies, he can sell them.

"Boss, bring me a copy of the World Weekly World Edition, hurry up, I'll wait and see!" a girl full of youth said to Lao Kong.

"Okay, a copy of the World Weekly!" said Lao Kong.

Then he stretched out his hand to take a copy of the World Weekly, but he didn't feel the small book in his impression.

Lao Kong's face changed, he lowered his head, and looked at the place where he put the world edition of "World Weekly", which was already empty, that is, it took him less than a quarter of an hour to sell out of these two hundred newspapers.

That's embarrassing.

At this time, Lao Kong caught a glimpse of the previous "World Weekly", and his face was immediately full of smiles.

"Girl, this issue of "World Weekly" is no longer available, but I have the last issue of "World Weekly", do you want it?"

"What, the World Journal is gone, you said it earlier, wasting my time!" the girl said aloud.

The girl's voice was so loud that almost everyone behind heard it.

"What, there is no "World Weekly" anymore, so what kind of team should we send, let's go!"

"Hey, it's a waste of my time, this is the third newsstand, it's gone, I knew I would have gotten up early this morning, five minutes, that's five minutes, and I'd have bought the World Weekly downstairs at our house. ”

"Gone, gone, waste my expression!"

In the crowd, a group of people said.

Then, they were about to disperse, and now, Lao Kong was in a hurry.

"Don't go, I have the World Weekly. Don't go, everyone!" said Lao Kong urgently.

At this moment, the crowd that was about to disperse immediately stopped.

"Boss, do you still have this issue of World Weekly?" asked one of them.

"There is no one in this issue, but I have one from the previous issue, and there is one from the previous issue!" replied Lao Kong.

"Cut, Lao Tzu came here just to buy Mr. Hu Yu's "World Weekly" collection, who especially looked at the last issue of "World Weekly", let alone the last issue!"

"Gone away, waste time, waste expression, waste life!"

……

Looking at the scattered crowd, Lao Kong wanted to cry without tears, at this time, he wanted to ask himself, "Why did I only order two hundred copies, how good is two thousand copies!"

……

Magic City, a bookstore.

Lao Xu looked at the deserted bookstore, and then looked at the bookstore that was full opposite, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Lao Xu, named Xu Huo, although there is a fire word in his name, but Xu Huo's life is not prosperous, but it is better than ordinary people.

"Boss, do you have this issue of World Weekly here? Is it World Weekly's with Mr. Hu Yu on the cover?" several young people came to Xu Huo and asked.

Hearing the young man's words, Xu Huo shook his head, then stretched out his hand to the opposite side, and said, "I don't have it here, but I only have it on the other side!"

Xu Huo had done this action many times today, so much so that he had forgotten how many times he had done it.

At first, Xu Huo would not say that there was a world edition of "World Weekly" on the other side, but people would ask, even if he didn't say it, the young men in front of him would also go to the opposite side, and later, when someone came to ask the same question, if the person asking was polite, he would answer, and the person who asked the question would have a general tone, he would point to the other side, and the person asking was impolite, he was a bird or a bird.

"These, but it's all money!" Xu Huo looked at the few people who left quickly, and his heart was angry.

Then, the opposite line was a little longer.

This time, Xu Huo couldn't bear it anymore, he picked up the phone on the table again, and skillfully dialed a number.

It took thirty or forty rings before the phone was answered.

"Hey, Mr. Zhao, it's me, Xiao Xu, Xu Huo!"

"Mr. Zhao, do you have any extra World Weekly World Editions there? I'm out of stock here, how much you have, I'll want as much as you have!" Xu Huo said into the phone.

At the same time, a certain printing house.

Mr. Zhao in Xu Huo's mouth touched the sweat on his forehead, and said into the phone: "Old Xu, I really don't have any goods here!"

"I know, we have been friends for 20 years, and it stands to reason that I won't give you the goods, but I really don't have any inventory here!" Mr. Zhao replied.

To be reasonable, Mr. Zhao hasn't been so busy for a long, long time.

When was the last time he was so busy?

Ten years ago, or twenty years ago? Mr. Zhao doesn't remember anymore.

Overnight, the newspaper industry seemed to be back to its peak in the nineties, and countless people subscribed to him.

"Lao Xu, there is a newspaper, I will definitely leave you a little, I promise!"

"Three hundred, how about three hundred? I've got a lot of sincerity. Mr. Zhao said into the phone.

"Mr. Zhao, three hundred is too little, at least you have to give me a thousand servings, you can have three thousand servings, I can eat it!" Xu Huo said.

"Lao Xu, it's not that I won't give it to you, but, I really don't have a share here, give you three hundred shares, or for the sake of your and my twenty years of friendship, okay, let's just say this, I still have something!" Mr. Zhao listened to the ringing of another phone on the desk and put down the phone in his hand.

Today, he's busy as a dog.

"Hey, Mr. Qian, I am, what 10,000 copies of "World Weekly", Mr. Qian, I don't have it here, I really don't, where do I dare to lie to you?"

"Okay, I'll ship it to you as soon as possible!"

Mr. Zhao put down the phone and wiped the sweat off his forehead again.

"Little Sun, let me in!"

"Mr. Zhao, what's the matter?"

"Notify me of the factory, give me full firepower, print this issue of "World Weekly", and let all the employees who have asked for leave come back and let them go to work, our factory will implement three shifts today!" Mr. Zhao said loudly.

"Huh?"

"Ahh

"Yes, Mr. Zhao!"

After Xiao Sun left, Mr. Zhao sighed with emotion: "Teacher Hu Yu is worthy of being Teacher Hu Yu, so popular, but this is also too popular!"

Of course, in general, Mr. Zhao is still relatively happy, because Hu Yu has brought him benefits.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell!" At this moment, the phone on Mr. Zhao's desk rang again.

Listening to the phone ringing, Mr. Zhao's face suddenly turned into a bitter gourd face, and he knew that another call to urge the order was coming.

"Hey, why am I so miserable, I don't even have a break. ”

At the same time, in the magic capital, Xu Huo's bookstore.

Xu Huo put down the phone in his hand and shook his head bitterly.

"Damn, after seven or eight phone calls, I got three hundred copies of the World Weekly!" Xu Huo said unhappily.

At this moment, Xu Huo finally knew how fierce Hu Yu's influence was, and he was able to sell the newspaper out of stock!

Unlike the depressed Xu Huo, Shan Xin on the other side was extremely happy.

Looking at the long line in front of him, Shan Xin's eyes have become money-shaped, these people are all money!

"Boss, two copies of the World Weekly. ”

"Okay, two copies of "World Weekly", you can take them!" Shan Xin skillfully took out two copies of "World Weekly" newspapers and handed them to consumers.

The man glanced at the cover of the World Journal and immediately paid for it.

And Shan Xin took the money skillfully.

"Ozawa, bring another box of Worldweekly!" Shan Xin said to his son.

"It's coming, it's coming. Shan Xin's son Shan Ze answered, and then moved a box of "World Weekly" over.

Looking at his son, Shan Xin was very satisfied.

In fact, Shan Xin has no reason to be dissatisfied, you must know that the reason why he was able to make a lot of money was entirely due to Shan Ze.

His mind went back to the day before.

"Dad, how many copies of this issue of World Weekly have you prescribed?"

"Five hundred, what's wrong?"

"Less, too little, at least five thousand copies, no, ten thousand!" Shan Ze said very seriously.

Shan Xin was stunned for a moment, his mouth opened wide, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Half-ringing, Shan Xin put his hand on Shan Ze's forehead, and said in his mouth: "You don't have a fever here, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"Dad, I'm not talking nonsense, I'm serious, do you know who the cover character of tomorrow's "World Weekly" is? It's Teacher Hu Yu, it's our super idol in China!"

"I'm sure there will be many, many people coming to buy "World Weekly" tomorrow, so the more we book, the better!" Shan Ze himself is a fan of Hu Yu, and he will collect a copy of "World Weekly" himself, and he is not Hu Yu's brain-dead fan, if it is those brain-dead fans, it will be even more terrifying.

Under Shan Ze's persuasion, Shan Xin finally ordered 10,000 copies of "World Weekly"!

At this moment, Shan Ze is very grateful to his son, and he is very glad that he obeyed his son's words!

You must know that if he sells a copy of the newspaper "World Weekly", he can make a net profit of 15,000 yuan, and if he sells 10,000 copies, it will be 15,000 yuan!

That's already two months' wages for a white-collar worker.

Looking at today's situation, the "World Weekly", which wants to sell 10,000 copies, is basically stable.

Even, 10,000 copies are not enough!

"Ozawa, call me, and ask Mr. Zhao to urge some "World Weekly" to come over!" Shan Xin said loudly.

He had a hunch that even 20,000 copies of the World's Weekly would be sold today, not to mention 10,000 copies of the Worldweek.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the queue.

"It's a reporter, a reporter is coming!" After a while, voices came from the crowd.

Hearing everyone's words, Shan Xin was suddenly blindsided.

It turned out to be a reporter who came, and it was his small shop!

"It's gone, it's really going to be sent!" At this moment, there was only this sentence in Shan Xin's mind!

Sure enough, after interviewing a few passers-by, the reporter ran to Shan Xin's shop.

Ten minutes later.

Shan Xin had a somewhat demented smile on his face, and kept saying, "My bookstore is on TV!"

And Xu Huo, who saw this scene, called Mr. Zhao again!

On this day, the world edition of "World Weekly" was sold out of stock!

On this day, Hu Yu's name spread all over the world!

On this day, who in the world doesn't know Hu?