What is it that sold out?

Li Zehao's feet just about to step out of the door suddenly stopped, his breathing became short, and his face was a little red. He turned his head abruptly and stared at the microphone in Xiao He's hand, his eyes as if he was going to drill down the phone line, until he got into the heart of the person on the other end of the phone.

Xiao He held the microphone tightly, and while listening carefully, he nodded his head "Mmmmmmmm

After hanging up the phone, Xiao He turned his head to look at Li Zehao, his eyes were shining, as if they would flash, and he said excitedly: "Teacher Li! This call just now came from the Qian manager of Qinghe Bookstore, and the "Love in the Neck Period" in their bookstore was sold out!"

Before Li Zehao could speak, Lao Jiang on the side stood up and said, "I know that bookstore, it's not too big, and I don't want many books, right?"

"I'll take a look!" Xiao He excitedly turned on the computer to check the list of goods, and after a while, he said like a deflated ball, "This Qinghe bookstore only took twenty books, and I thought it sold hundreds of copies, so I shouted on the phone and asked me to send some more books." ”

Li Zehao's face was obviously a little disappointed, but he still patted Xiao He's shoulder and encouraged: "Don't be discouraged, call someone from the distribution department to deliver it, no matter how small the mosquito is, it's still a piece of meat!"

Hearing this, Xiao He reluctantly picked up the phone and called the distribution department, asking them to arrange for someone to send another hundred copies of "Love in the Neck" to Qinghe Bookstore.

After hanging up the phone, the editorial office was quiet again, three people, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know what to do.

"Yo, Editor Li, are you so idle today?"

Li Zehao and the others turned their heads and saw that it was Qian Ronghui, the head of the second editorial department, who was holding a teacup in both hands, standing at the door and looking into the office with a smile, "What's the matter?

Xiao He and Lao Jiang's faces are ugly, this Qian Ronghui is too much, as the saying goes, if you don't hit someone, he is doing it now, it is obvious that he will come to the door to slap his face!

No, it's not a slap in the face, it's a door-to-door face!

"Why does Editor Qian have time to come to me today?" Li Zehao felt aggrieved in his heart, but he still didn't want to be honest on the scene, even if he wanted to leave, he had to leave with his head held high.

"Oh, I'll take a look at it, the atmosphere of our publishing house has been a little bad recently, and I have to pay attention to this aspect in the future!" Qian Ronghui looked like a vice president, pointing fingers there, and after a while, he seemed to suddenly remember, and asked, "By the way, the new book you are responsible for, "Love in the Neck Period", seems to be on sale today, right?

"Not yet, isn't it early? Don't worry!" Li Zehao said lightly.

"Lao Li, there is a problem with your attitude, I have to talk about you today!" Qian Ronghui put on a posture and said with a serious look, "As the head of a department, you must have the courage to take responsibility." What is the book "Love in the Neck Period", you and I know it in our hearts, a mistake is a mistake, and I am still a good comrade after changing it......"

At this moment, the phone in the editorial office rang again, and Xiao He, who was sitting on the side, didn't say a word, jumped up and went to answer the phone.

To be honest, he didn't know how much he hated Qian Ronghui's villainous appearance, but Xiao He couldn't help it, who made him just a small editor, he could only prick up his ears and listen, but fortunately, this call saved him.

"Hey, hello! This is the editorial department of the Chinese Publishing House!"

"Hello, hello, I'm Manager Zhao of Qingyang Bookstore, that's right, the 3,000 copies of "Love in the Neck Period" in our three stores have been sold out, but there is still a long queue outside, can your publishing house send me some goods quickly?"

Xiao He was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed, "Okay, okay!

"Thank you, thank you, you must be fast, send a little more, send 7,000 copies!" Manager Zhao thanked again and again.

hung up the phone, Xiao He couldn't hold back anymore and laughed.

Li Zehao couldn't take care of Qian Ronghui who was still chattering at this time, grabbed Xiao He, and asked, "Where did you get the call?"

"Yes, Xiao He, don't laugh, hurry up and talk about it, I'm about to die!"

"Mr. Li, Mr. Jiang, the books in the three stores of Qingyang Bookstore have been sold out!" Xiao He stopped laughing, and looked up at the clock again, it was only half past ten, "In half an hour, all 3,000 copies of the three stores of Qingyang Bookstore were sold, and they also asked for 7,000 copies, saying that there was a long queue outside the bookstore waiting to buy books!"

"In half an hour, the books in the three stores of Qingyang Bookstore were sold out?" A few people were talking, and Qian Ronghui, who was originally standing at the door, also squeezed in, and said with a serious face, "Xiao He, don't tell lies, you have to be responsible for telling lies!"

Before Xiao He could reply to Qian Ronghui's words, the phone in the office rang again, so he had to smile helplessly at Qian Ronghui and hurry to answer the phone again.

Before the phone hung up, the other phones in the office rang again, and Lao Jiang looked at it and ran to answer the phone.

Qian Ronghui on the side was about to talk to Li Zehao, but saw Li Zehao waving his still ringing mobile phone at him apologetically, and ran to the side to answer the phone.

"Hey, it's a colorful bookstore! What? The 8,000 copies of the colorful bookstore have also been sold out? Another 20,000 copies will be sent? Okay, okay, I'll arrange it right away!"

"Zhonghe Bookstore? is the chain bookstore on the side of the square in the center of the city? You don't have enough inventory? Give it a little more this time, okay, okay!"

"Wutong Books, right, send another 3,000 copies, this amount is a bit small, our distribution department is not manpowered, I'm afraid we can't arrange it, what? 5,000 copies? Okay, I'll help you arrange it, as soon as possible, as soon as possible!"

Qian Ronghui looked at this scene, and suddenly felt a little confused, what is the situation?

Just as he was thinking about it, the mobile phone in his pocket also rang, and he picked it up and saw that it was Manager Zheng of Tianyuan Bookstore, an old friend of his, calling.

"Hey, old money, can you do me a favor and arrange for me to send a 1,000 copies of "Love in the Neck Period" to send it quickly? This book is very in demand, I have too little quantity, and people don't give priority to it!"

"Poof!" Qian Ronghui only felt that his eyes were dark, and he almost fell to the ground, MMP, am I going to give the opponent a wave of assists?