(Update delivered, I hope everyone will give a ticket, and the collection will be one, Mo Da!) ）

Looking at the several large boxes in front of him, Lao Zhao wanted to cry without tears, and it was estimated that these five hundred magazines could only be disposed of as journals by then.

When he thought of this Lao Zhao, he was angry, if it weren't for that bastard grandson, how could he be involved in such a thing, he would almost lose thousands of yuan back and forth this time, which was almost his monthly income.

The angry Lao Zhao directly took out the phone and called his grandson, and after scolding the grandson who was still asleep, he sat in the newsstand angrily, waiting for the opening.

Although it was May Day, but soon, there were gradually more people on the street, old people exercising in the morning, housewives buying food......

But what makes Lao Zhao very strange is that those young people who don't go to work or school today, and should have slept until eleven or twelve o'clock before getting up, actually appeared on the street. And buying breakfast, it doesn't seem right to look in this direction......

Because these young people are actually walking towards their little newspaper kiosk.

When a few young people stopped in front of the newsstand and searched for books carefully, Lao Zhao was sure that these people were really here to buy books, which surprised him.

"Uncle, do you have any "Fantasy" here?" A young man who looked to be in his twenties swept through the magazines hanging on Lao Zhao's newsstand one by one, obviously not finding what he was looking for, but he didn't give up, so he frowned and asked Lao Zhao.

Fantasy? Sounds familiar!

Wait, isn't that what this is......

Lao Zhao's heart moved, and he turned to look at the two big boxes stacked at his feet, it seemed that this was the magazine called "Fantasy Journal", right?

In the spirit of being able to sell one copy, Lao Zhao got up and opened the box, took out a copy from the box, looked at the price, and threw it to the young man before.

The young man took the book handed over by Lao Zhao and looked at it, and a trace of joy suddenly appeared on his face, this was indeed the "Fantasy Chronicle" that he had been waiting for for a long time.

The young man who got the book couldn't wait to go back and read the magazine, so he quickly paid the money and ran straight home.

And when the other young people around saw that the young man really bought "Fantasy Chronicles", they were not far behind, and they all took the money and handed it to Lao Zhao.

"Uncle, give me a copy of "Fantasy Chronicles"!"

"I want one too!"

"No, the sales are so hot! Looks like I need to buy a copy for my girlfriend too! A high school student who looked immature with a hint of immaturity on his face couldn't help but feel so impressed when he saw everyone buying books so actively, and then immediately said to Lao Zhao: "Uncle, give me two copies of "Fantasy Journal"!" ”

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Lao Zhao listened to the three words "Fantasy Zhi" that kept lingering in his ears, and then looked at the young man who handed him the money in front of him, and instantly felt that he had entered heaven from hell, and a happy smile appeared on his originally angry face.

The ancients said that Saion lost his horse and knew that he was not blessed, and he was right, he thought that he must have lost a lot of money when he bought so many goods, but now it seems that this is not a bad thing!

Lao Zhao, whose face was full of joy, took out more than 20 copies of "Fantasy Chronicles" from the big box under his feet at once and distributed them one by one.

After this group of young people got the book and left satisfied, Lao Zhao didn't sit down, and a few young people came one after another, and without exception, they all came to buy this "Fantasy Chronicle" that was not favored by Lao Zhao.

This made Lao Zhao very curious, what is the origin of this "Fantasy Journal", a new magazine can sell so hot?

But this is none of Lao Zhao's business, he just sells books, and he buys more goods if he sells well, as for why it sells well, it has nothing to do with him.

An hour later, the smile on Lao Zhao's face could no longer be hidden, and in this hour, except for a few people who bought newspapers, most of them came to buy this "Fantasy Journal".

And Fantasy Zhi sold more than 50 copies in this hour, which is almost Lao Zhao's usual sales in one day, which was completed in just one hour.

At this time, Lao Zhao looked at the two big boxes under his feet, and what he was thinking about was not how to deal with these books, but worried about whether these stocks were enough to sell.

Thinking of this, for the sake of insurance, Lao Zhao immediately called the place where he ordered and wanted to order some more "Fantasy", but he was told that there was no longer any goods.

Not only Lao Zhao encountered this situation, but many newsstand owners encountered this situation, and at this time, those bosses who had enough goods naturally admired their foresight, while those bosses who did not buy much could only cry without tears while saying sorry to customers who came to buy books.

Lao Zhao naturally belongs to the former at this time, he has five hundred copies in stock here, which can definitely last a long time, at this time, Lao Zhao still has a little complaint about his grandson, and even wants to hug his grandson and kiss him, but he doesn't have time, because the endless stream of guests makes him unable to be idle at all.

Lao Zhao has not been doing a newsstand for a day or two, and it can be known from the out-of-stock from the shipper that many of the newsstands in the city must have been out of stock, so he quickly hung a big sign in front of his newsstand: the new arrival "Fantasy Chronicles", in stock!

Just the word "in stock" can attract many people, and those who can't buy books in other places even make a special detour to Lao Zhao, and in the end, even newsstand owners from other places come to Lao Zhao, hoping that Lao Zhao can give them some "Fantasy Zhi" to save the scene.

Lao Zhao looked at these people who looked down on themselves because of their big stalls and good positions on weekdays, and now they came to beg for themselves, and his heart was naturally indescribably comfortable, and he had a feeling of revenge, and even with a good impression of "Fantasy Chronicles" that made him proud.

In the whole of China, there are not a few lucky people like Lao Zhao, and there are not a few newsstand owners who are troubled by shortages.

In the editorial department of "Fantasy Journal", the phone of the editor-in-chief Xie Simiao was about to be blown up, but Xie Simiao was drinking tea and humming a song, very comfortable, and was not anxious about the out-of-stock at all.

"Editor-in-chief, the sales are very good, and even many places across the country have run out of stock, should we hurry up and continue to ship?" A staff member of the editorial department broke into Xie Simiao's office with an excited face, and there was undisguised joy in his tone.

But to his surprise, Xie Simiao's reaction was very calm, not only did he not have a little excitement, but he didn't even give the order to continue to ship, which made him very puzzled, but he knew that there were already a lot of books in the editorial department that could be set off at any time, so he asked with a puzzled face: "Editor-in-chief, don't we ship the goods?" ”

"Wait, wait......" Xie Simiao's eyes flashed with a fine light, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he muttered with a little tremor in his tone: "It's not time yet!" ”