"Boss, come to the morning newspaper, alas? New Magazine? THEN ANOTHER VOGUE?"

"Boss, get a magazine!"

15 yuan was hurriedly thrown down on the change box, and the office workers who were about to be late did not hesitate to take the last VOGUE and run!

The elite white-collar workers who were reaching out in front of the bookshelf to pick up the books looked at the empty magazine shelves in amazement, and the magazines they liked were caught off guard and snatched away from them.

"Is there still a magazine from the boss?" She asked the stall owner unwillingly.

Lao Zhang's face was full of wrinkles with a smile, like a blooming chrysanthemum: "Don't worry, if you want to buy it and book it with me, I'll leave it for you at night." ”

"Nacheng, you can help me write it down, I'll come over at about six o'clock in the evening to get it, it's the black and white cover VOGUE."

"Don't worry!" Lao Zhang took it down.

He subconsciously looked at his watch, it was just half past eight, and if the delivery was in time, he could catch up with the small tail of the morning rush hour.

He picked up the public phone in the pavilion and dialed Wang Xiaoer.

"The phone you dialed is on a call, please dial again later..."

"Duh... Honk... Click, hey Boss Zhang? Wang Xiaoer picked up the hot phone call and said, "It's to add a magazine, right?" Tell me, how many servings do you want? ”

"Add another 30 to today's volume? Tomorrow's first 50? Okay, you wait for me to believe! ”

"No, I don't know how much inventory the publisher has, how can I lie to you, who can't get along with money? Just wait for my news. ”

Wang Xiaoer hung up the phone, the 5 newsstands he was responsible for were sold out at the same time, and today's new order is 100 copies, I didn't expect this first issue of the magazine to sell so well!

No, other retail merchants must have encountered the situation on their own side, and they have to hurry up and find a big brother with a cigarette gun to grab the goods.

VOGUE's distribution office was quiet, the assistant looked at the big clock hanging on the wall, the hands pointed to the time of 8:40, and in another 1 hour and 20 minutes, the morning sales peak on the first day would pass.

The success of the distribution department depends on the final data report.

'Jingle bell, jingle bell' The phone on the table rang one after another.

"Hello? Hello, VOGUE Distribution Department, um you need to follow, um um the number of twelve thousand, um good! ”

"Hello? 6,000 today, fifteen thousand tomorrow, alas! ”

A few assistants hurriedly followed the phone calls one after another, but in just two minutes, a beautiful update data was placed on the desktop of the distribution director. “

The capital's daily addition: 17,000

SH: 21,000

TJ:8000

GZ: 12,000

……….

The data of the ten cities were counted before the sales peak, and the number of copies reached 80,000 on the first day.

Qu Xuemei confidently dialed a few phone calls, and the machines in the printing factory rumbled again. It only took one day to sell 70% of the inventory, so I really looked forward to it during this golden sales week.

This time, no department jumped out to thwart the number of reprints of their editors-in-chief, and they had long been impressed by the foresight of this discerning leader.

VOGUE MAGAZINE'S FIRST-DAY SALES EVENTUALLY STOPPED AT 170,000.

This is already on par with the domestic sales of ELLE clothing.

Qu Xuemei looked at the ELLE building with flashing neon lights across the street, and a subtle smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, this is just the beginning, who is more courageous is the one who has the last laugh.

As the days progressed, the sales of each magazine gradually fell, and the golden 7-day sales period was passed, and in the remaining 20 days of the month, the continuous sales were negligible.

A data report on VOGUE's first sales has invariably appeared on the desks of other competitors.

The total sales volume exceeded 1.7 times that of ELLE clothing and 1.3 times that of Ruili clothing, and won the championship of this month's sales under the same ratio.

At least in China, this is the first time this has happened. Yin Yan smiled bitterly and threw the final result into the shredder, watching the strips of white paper fall from the exit trough into the trash can, her heart was like drinking a cup of strong unsweetened coffee, extremely bitter.

There was once an opportunity to make the magazine sell well in front of my eyes, I didn't cherish it, if the time could come again, I would definitely yell at Qu Xuemei: Let me come! Let go of that Qin Guan!

Watches, accessories, bags, shoes, and the advertising department of some first-line brands are all on the table of the market research department.

THEY LOOKED AT THE AMAZING NUMBERS BEHIND VOGUE AND GAVE IT A COMPLETE CIRCLE IN THE NEXT QUARTER'S PROMOTION PLAN.

At the finale party of the curvaceous princess, Fan Pingping absentmindedly flipped through the latest issue of VOGUE magazine, and unhappily put Qin Guan's dazzling black and white cover in front of her agent.

"I'm going to be the cover of VOGUE!"

"No way, don't dream."

"Why? Qin Guan can be on! ”

"This is the Asian edition, and it's not the main issue of VOGUE."

"I also recognize the Asian version of VOGUE! Isn't Qin Guan the cover model for the first issue? ”

The agent licked his lips embarrassedly and replied: "VOGUE has a very high style, and likes to invite some supermodels to make covers, this is their tradition, and it is not impossible for domestic female movie stars to do covers, but you are not popular to that extent." ”

When Fan Pingping heard this, her angry eyebrows turned upside down: "Then which film and television star is qualified now?" Say it and I'll hear it! ”

"Zhang Manyu!"

"Isn't it just that you debuted early and are well-known? If I can get good episodes, I'll do a good job! ”

Fan Pingping was unwilling to look at the magazine that took such a beautiful picture of Qin Guan, if she could also be on the cover, the photos taken would be as beautiful as Qin Guan!

But the truth is so cruel, VOGUE covers are not something you can put on if you want to.

It's only been a week since the data of VOGUE's first sale came out, and Qu Xuemei's table is piled up with invitations from major performing arts companies to recommend their own models to take cover photos, and her table is piled up.

Most people are willing to shoot for the magazine for free without being paid, Qu Xuemei looked at the glass wall in the office with some pride, and the cover photo of Qin Guan, which had been magnified N times, and put her hand on his sexy chin in the photo.

This is a Maxima that I found myself...

These gunsmoke filled the air, and the fight did not affect Qin Guan's good mood in the slightest, because he had already brought back two full cases of beer from the nearest supermarket near his home. (To be continued.) )