Wu Neng smiled and said, "I'll take a look at it again", and then pulled Yanzi out, he took a look at all the small bookstores known in the county, basically all the bookstores have the "Magical Zhou Shaoxia", and many stores are out of stock. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The pirated bookstore sells well, which indirectly shows that genuine books are also very popular, otherwise it would not be popular.

In order to verify his idea, Wu Neng found a few bookstores that sold genuine martial arts books, and as soon as he arrived at the door of a large bookstore, Wu Neng saw a high school student holding a martial arts book in his hand, and the cover was really "Magical Zhou Shaoxia".

Although there was no rain in the sky at this time, Wu Neng's heart was cold at this moment, he walked into the bookstore with a calm face, and when he went to the place where martial arts novels were sold, he saw a group of young people who looked like students looking through books, Wu Neng glanced at the rows of books, and saw "Magical Zhou Shaoxia" Zhou Botong, which was a very eye-catching label.

Wu Neng picked up a copy, walked to the checkout, and asked the price, eighteen yuan, Wu Neng still pretended to smile and asked, "Hello, when did this book arrive at your bookstore?"

The clerk was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, with a beautiful face, two dimples when she smiled, picked up Wu Neng's book and looked at it, and replied with a smile: "This book should be two months old, it's very good, I've finished reading it, but I don't know when the second part will come out." ”

Although Wu Neng had a smile on his face, his heart was even colder than he thought just now, a profiteer is really a profiteer, is it easy to bully himself?

Wu Neng finished settling the account, took the book and left the bookstore, the good mood of the day was completely ruined by this incident, Wu Neng and Yanzi took the car to the edge of the school, Yanzi looked at Wu Neng with a heavy face, and wanted to ask Wu Neng what was going on.

Wu Neng told Yanzi about his guess, Yanzi didn't have much experience, and he couldn't come up with any ideas, Wu Neng told Yanzi to go back to rest first, and he went out to do something.

Wu Neng walked to Ding Zihua's printing factory with an umbrella alone, and he was also thinking about how to deal with this matter at the moment? Concealing the real book sales is also a trick of all booksellers, and the future generations are a little better, but in this era, basically all the authors have been pitted, Wu Neng has seen a news in later generations, saying that the sales of Jin Yong's genuine books have reached 300 million copies in a few decades, which is not counting pirated books, in fact, Jin Yong can get one-tenth of the royalties of the real sales, but the reality is far from it, who calls the market not standardized?

Originally, Wu Neng thought that 10,000 copies of this book would almost sell out, even if it couldn't sell so much, it was estimated that it would be about the same, but Ding Zihua got the news from Tian Kaiwen that the sales volume was only a few hundred copies, and less than 1,000 copies.

After arriving at the printing house, Wu Neng saw Ding Zihua still sitting leisurely in the office, looking at a martial arts novel to pass the time, Wu Neng knocked on the window, and when the other party saw Wu Neng, he immediately opened the door with a smile.

"Hey, why do you have time to come to me?" Ding Zihua asked with a smile.

Wu Neng has known Ding Zihua for almost a few months, and he has always felt that this young man is very sunny and has no detours, if a young man of this age is really so sophisticated, Wu Neng believes that he should be able to see it.

"If it's okay, you can't come!" Wu Neng also replied with a smile.

As he spoke, Wu Neng threw the genuine "Magical Zhou Shaoxia" he bought from the bookstore on Ding Zihua's desk.

Ding Zihua picked it up and looked at it, and said with a smile: "Cut, I thought it was a new martial arts novel, when your book was just out of the model book, I spent a day reading it, and it was well written." ”

Saying that, he sighed and said, "It's a pity, why can't this book be sold? I think it's pretty good! It's so funny, there are very few martial arts novels like this now." ”

Wu Neng smiled and looked at Ding Zihua's talking expression, and found that it seemed that the other party really didn't know about his uncle Tian Kaiwen?

Wu Neng asked tentatively, "Has your second uncle come to you recently?"

Ding Zihua replied casually: "I haven't seen him for a month, I guess I'm working on a new book again, he's a busy man." ”

Wu Neng saw that Ding Zihua seemed to have no idea about this matter, his face finally stopped smiling, and Wu Neng said flatly: "Zihua, we have known each other for a few months, right? What do you think of me?"

Ding Zihua was a little surprised that Wu Neng suddenly asked this question, touched his head and said: "You are a person, I can't guess, if it weren't for your young age, I would have thought you were older than me!"

Ding Zihua continued with a smile on his face: "As for being a person, reluctantly, the last time you said to invite me to dinner, it's been two weeks, and you haven't fulfilled it, what do you say?"

Wu Neng suddenly laughed, it seemed that he did say something like this casually last time, Wu Neng looked at the time, and now it was almost five o'clock, so he got up and said: "Let's go, I heard that there is a new "roast chicken" from Chongqing at the door of the township government, let's try it." ”

"What kind of Chongqing people, it was opened by Lao Yao's wife, but it tastes good, let's go!" Ding Zihua followed with a smile.

The entrance of the township government is a vegetable market street, usually everyone around the village to catch the market is also here, the flow of people is naturally good, a few restaurants around, the main business is still some officials of the township government, just now Ding Zihua said that the old Yao seems to be an office director of the township government.

The two joked while walking out of the factory one after the other, this factory is basically three days of fishing and two days of drying nets, the workers are all paid a fixed salary, nothing but they help to do farm work at home and are more comfortable, and the wages are still paid.

Wu Neng took the lead in going out of the factory, and he didn't forget to take the book.

When they arrived at the hotel, Wu Neng and Ding Zihua entered a small private room, the weather was cold, Wu Neng didn't want to drink, so he asked for a bottle of juice for himself, so he asked Ding Zihua for a bottle of two pots, and the two of them ate in a small restaurant with hot air, Wu Neng was not old enough to drink liquor, Ding Zihua also understood, so he took a small cup and drank it straight to his lips.

After three rounds of drinking, the two chatted and ate steaming chicken, Wu Neng drank juice, Ding Zihua drank Erguotou, and the two were sweating profusely.

Wu Neng saw that the atmosphere was almost over, took out the book from under his butt just now, and put it on the table, Wu Neng took a bite of the chicken, and said a little loudly: "Zihua, I didn't want to tell you about this matter today, because I also know that you may not know about it at all, but since I came to you today, I must want to make this matter clear." ”

Ding Zihua also drank most of the bottle of Erguotou, his face was red and his ears were red, but the strength of the wine had not yet come up, he was also confused when he heard what Wu Neng said, and listened to Wu Neng's words.

Wu Neng pointed to the book, and said angrily: "Zihua, you told me last month that the total sales of this book were less than 1,000, I didn't care about it at the time, and I really thought that the sales were very poor, but I went to the county today, I went to more than a dozen bookstores of all sizes, whether they were selling pirated copies or selling genuine copies, I asked the boss, and the teacher said that the book was selling very well, and it had been sold for a few months, you said, in our small county, there were more than one or two hundred copies sold in a few months, can you believe what your uncle said?"

When Ding Zihua heard Wu Neng's words, he was immediately half sober.