It's a mule or a horse that will be pulled out for a walk sooner or later, although there are few channels for this "1988", it will be sold after all.

Therefore, on the day of the first sale of "1988", the elder Pound was full of apprehension.

Because the channel expansion was not enough before, even in terms of print volume, Lao Pang was relatively conservative.

Only 50,000 copies were printed.

Even if it is these 50,000 copies, Lao Pang doesn't know if it can be sold out.

After all, the sales channel is there, which is like the entrance of the water flow, the less the entrance, the less the water will naturally come in.

Don't look at Lao Pang today's entanglement, in fact, last night, he was more entangled than today, so much so that he didn't fall asleep all night.

Just last night, after thinking about it, Lao Pang still wrote a letter of resignation, not for anything else, just to look better on face.

When he made a military order, he must give Ye Chen such a high share, but this matter was under pressure from above.

Now that sales can't come out, the publishing house can't make money, and it's in vain, plus the salaries of its employees, the publishing house has to lose money.

In this way, he really has no face to do it here.

However, although he may lose his job, Lao Pang really doesn't regret it.

Because until now, Lao Pang firmly believes that "1988" is worth that price.

At this moment, Lao Pang was walking back and forth in the publishing house, with cigarettes in his hand one after another.

The staff of the publishing house were all recruited by Lao Pang, and they had a good relationship with Lao Pang.

Only this time, the employees also felt that the president had really done something wrong.

The president's mistake is that he shouldn't believe so strongly in "1988".

It was written by a small author, after all. Even if the content is really good, how much impact will it have?

Zhao Ya is an employee of Xiangyi Publishing House. That's what she thought, but she was embarrassed to say Lao Pang's fault.

Now. Zhao Ya sat in front of the phone, also stunned by the sales of "1988", at this time, a call came in:

"Hey, who are you looking for?"

Zhao Ya was not interested.

"Is it Xiangyi Press, I'm from West Street Bookstore, we want some supply of 1988, do you still have it there?"

As soon as she heard this, Zhao Ya's eyes lit up at that time.

She was a little suspicious of her ears. Doesn't this West Street Bookstore sell books from their Suitable Publishing House? Why did you suddenly ask if there was any stock?

But she didn't think much about it, and said:

"Well, there's still some stock, what?"

As soon as I heard that there was stock on the other end of the phone, I was excited:

"Well, that's great, it's good to have stock, it's good to have stock, how much stock do you have there. If we have 10,000 copies in our bookstore, will it be enough? ”

The owner of West Street Press is quite attentive.

Zhao Ya was stunned, and she didn't react to the number on the other end of the phone.

This purchase is 10,000 copies. This is not a small amount, isn't their West Street Publishing House afraid that it won't be able to sell?

They printed a total of 50,000 copies, and the publishers under the channel together ordered 30,000 copies. They've got 20,000 copies in stock, which is good. This West Street bookstore will cost 10,000 copies at once, which is the rhythm of clearance.

With a lot of disbelief. Zhao Ya spoke a little mechanically:

"This, yes, 10,000 copies."

The interest on the other end of the line was even higher:

"Okay, let's go pick up the goods, ah, the deposit, how much does the deposit need, we'll call over, remember, don't give these books to other buyers, we say we must."

After saying that, the West Street Publishing House hung up the phone excitedly, and then sent someone to pick up the book.

"Xiaoya, this phone said inventory, what kind of inventory?"

Lao Pang asked Zhao Ya with confusion.

Zhao Ya was actually confused, she didn't know why the West Street Bookstore suddenly had to order so many books.

No matter how much confusion there is, I can't suppress Zhao Ya's joy, no matter what, this time it sold 10,000 copies, and it is definitely a big customer.

It was with this emotion that Xiaoya said to Lao Pang:

"President, this West Street Publishing House, they want to order 10,000 copies of "1988", and they said that they will do it immediately, and they don't need us to send it to him, they will send someone to pull it themselves."

Zhao Ya's words stunned Pang Jianbin and at the same time, everyone present at the publishing house was stunned.

This West Street Bookstore is not within their scope of business, not only Pang Jianbin has run before, but other people have also run the business of West Street Bookstore, but they haven't run down.

It's only been a long time since the bookstore has come up to order books.

"Xiaoya, are you sure? Someone can't be playing a prank, right? ”

Lao Pang still couldn't believe it.

"President Pang, they said before that the deposit would be credited to the account of our publishing house, and it is estimated that it will be almost there."

"Ding Dong"

Zhao Yazheng was talking, and when the old Pound's mobile phone rang, he opened the text message and looked:

"Hello, dear Xuanyuan industrial and commercial users, West Street Bookstore has deposited 50,000 yuan into your account with the tail number 2977, please check."

Now Lao Pang completely believed it, this turned out to be true, and the deposit was called.

Although he knew that everything was true, Lao Pang still couldn't understand it, this refusal to sell was a sure thing, why did he rush to order it again at this time.

After all, he is a businessman, and after thinking about it, Pang Jianbin feels that there is only one thing that can drive the West Street Bookstore to do this, and that is profit.

After all, interests are the intrinsic driving force of business operations, and even after thousands of years, they will not change.

"Jingle Bell Bell Bell"

Lao Pang was in a daze here, and the phone in the office rang again.

Zhao Ya picked up the phone again:

"Hey, Xiangyi Press, who are you?"

The other end of the line sounded as excited as the West Street Press before:

"Oh, it's Xiangyi Publishing House, we're this one from North Avenue Bookstore, and we didn't sell your books before, I'm sorry."

"This time, I just want to ask, do you still have your "1988" in stock?"

Xiaoya is a little weathered, and it was okay for the West Street Publishing House to ask about the inventory before, but it was less than ten minutes, and there was another bookstore to ask.

"Ah, inventory, yes, how much do you want?"

The other end of the phone was busy asking:

"How many of you have?"

小雅 says:

"We still have 10,000 copies, how many more do you need to order?"

After all, Zhao Ya is in the publishing house business, and she is familiar with both the West Street Bookstore and the North Avenue Bookstore, and the North Avenue Bookstore is not as large as the West Street Bookstore, so she can order a few thousand copies.

But the other party's words made Zhao Ya not sure if she was dreaming.

"What, there's only 10,000 copies, well, although it's a little less, it can only be made like this, I'll send someone to get it."

"Besides, it is estimated that these 10,000 copies will not last long, can you contact the printing house to print some urgently, we are in short supply." (To be continued......)