The next day, Lu Ning and Xi Muhan took a ride to the magazine office of "The Softest Whisper" early in the morning and did not return until the evening.

After entering the door, Xi Muhan told Shen Xin that the first release was finalized with 30,000 copies.

For newcomers, this result is not bad, and Xi Muhan also feels that it can be accepted.

Lu Ning stayed in Shen Xin's compound building for another night, and the next day found a single room in a nearby community and accepted the job of an assistant at the same time.

During this period of time, Wang Wenhong has been busy with the sales of the single book of "Chess Soul", and when he came to the studio and had a final communication with Shen Xin, he suddenly saw Lu Ning, was stunned for a moment, and then squinted his eyes and kept nodding. Lu Ning's back was cold, and she didn't know what Wang Wenhong meant.

Wang Wenhong didn't think it was complicated, Lu Ning's arrival meant that the pressure on Shen Xin's shoulders would be much less, and he could sleep for at least an hour or two more.

Shen Xin's current work intensity, Wang Wenhong looked distressed, but he couldn't help, so he could only help Shen Xin more in matters other than painting.

Xi Muhan grinded a cup of coffee and brought it to the coffee table, Wang Wenhong was suddenly full of cows, and finally drank freshly ground coffee.

"Teacher Shen, didn't you say you didn't buy a coffee machine?"

"Huh? Did I say that? Forgot...... Well, the owner seems to have kept one, I think grinding coffee is quite time-consuming, not as convenient as filling coffee. Shen Xin pretended to be confused.

“……”

Wang Wenhong looked at the coffee on the coffee table, sighed helplessly, and Xi Muhan also glanced at Shen Xin, after all, he still didn't want to do it.

However, after all, Brother Xin is a person who can't even make scrambled eggs with tomatoes, so he really shouldn't have too high requirements for him.

Shen Xin couldn't help but shiver, feeling the extremely unfriendly gazes of the two people, he coughed dryly, and quickly changed the topic, "You didn't come this time specifically to talk about coffee, right?" ”

"Of course not, if you don't say it, I've forgotten about it. cough, Mr. Shen, tomorrow the single book of "Chess Soul" will be officially released, with a first release of 300,000 copies. Wang Wenhong pressed on his left chest, his face tense, "Although I have made enough preparations, I have broken two pairs of leather shoes alone, but I am still nervous, for fear of messing up." ”

"'It is up to people to plan things, and it is up to heaven to make things happen', you and I will do our best, and the result doesn't matter." Shen Xin comforted.

"Also...... No! Teacher Shen, I was almost caught up in by you. Mr. Shang took the position of editor-in-chief as a mortgage, and the 300,000 copies that he was about to get were released. For me, this is even more so, as the editor in charge of "Chess Soul", I must be responsible for "Chess Soul". Wang Wenhong's eyes were resolute.

"Is the editor-in-chief too persistent?" Shen Xin frowned.

"You don't know him. Although Mr. Shang usually likes to 'act', he is also a very conceited person. If he fancies a cartoonist, he will give it his all. By the way, the last one he took a fancy to was Wang Yunze, and at that time, he was just an editor. This time, he, like me, has taken a fancy to you. ”

Speaking of this, Wang Wenhong's face showed smugness, "To paraphrase Mr. Shang's words, "Chess Soul" has been improving every page since the first episode, and if such a work can be completed perfectly, the results of this comic must not be low." ”

"Mr. Shang...... He's a good guy. Xi Muhan, who was sitting on the side, said softly.

"Well, he's the best editor-in-chief I've ever met. Actually, Yuan Zhe is not bad, but he doesn't have the opportunity to cooperate. Wang Wenhong said.

"Then you're going to Jiman tomorrow? Or stay in the newsroom? Shen Xin asked rhetorically.

"Neither, I'm going to go around the chess club tomorrow." Wang Wenhong said seriously.

Shen Xin blinked, a little unable to guess Wang Wenhong's thoughts.

"Just watch slowly, tomorrow...... No, next week, absolutely won. Wang Wenhong clenched his fists and clenched his teeth.

……

From the promotional poster of "Chess Soul", Xie Shiqi pasted posters on the door, wall, and canteen of the dojo.

Since the single book has not yet been released, Wang Wenhong tore 12 magazines in a row, made a 12-word "single book", and copied 9 copies, each of which was present to put one copy.

Chen Shiqi is the supervisor of "Chess Soul", and Wang Wenhong put the "original" bound by the magazine in the "Xie Chengbo Go Dojo".

However, from the first day he was placed in the dojo, Xie Chengbo put the "original" in the office, and as long as he had spare time, he couldn't help but turn it out and read two pages.

The old man's eyes are not good, and it took some time to understand the existence of "Zuo Wei", but when Xie Chengbo read the 12-chapter "Chess Soul" twice, he was immediately hooked, and even recommended this comic to many students.

"Grandpa...... Don't you understand? Xie Shiqi held the tattered "original" and was a little helpless.

"Ahem...... I couldn't understand it at the beginning, so couldn't I learn? Well? Xie Chengbo stood up straight and asked rhetorically.

“……”

Xie Shiqi sighed, and there was no way to reason with the old man.

"Xiaoqi, how many people are there in our dojo?" Xie Chengbo asked suddenly.

"All of them?" Xie Shiqi asked.

Xie Chengbo nodded.

"486 people." Xie Shiqi said.

"Hmm. Order 500 books, one for each student, and other single books, put them in the hall, and students can read them when they are resting. Books are good books...... It's hard to get a comic book related to Go, and I can't let it go away. Xie Chengbo said.

"Huh? Oh! Xie Shiqi nodded again and again.

The dojo that is interested in "Chess Soul" is not only "Xie Chengbo Go Dojo", but other dojos are not as big as "Xie Chengbo Dojo", and no one else serves as a consultant for "Chess Soul", so each magazine has booked more than 20 copies and placed them in the dojo for reading.

"Chess Soul" has not yet gone on sale, and seven or eight hundred copies have already been pre-ordered.

On August 7, major bookstores officially released a single copy of "Chess Soul".

Wang Wenhong did not sit in the editorial office and wait for news, but wore a T-shirt and drove a dilapidated van to deliver the packaged single book to every chess club.

When they were all gone, the sun was almost setting.

Parking the car in the garage, he took off his gloves and even had bruises on his hands.

Wang Wenhong got out of the car and spat out a mouthful of saliva, he had never been so tired since he worked as a waiter last year.

Coincidentally, both times it was for Shen Xin. I really owe him in my last life.

As soon as he walked to the elevator, before Wang Wenhong could press the elevator, Jiang Zhong strode into the building.

"Look at your bear-like appearance." Jiang Zhong scolded with a smile.

Wang Wenhong rolled his eyes, even if Jiang Zhong didn't say it, he knew that he didn't look good.

"How's it going?" Wang Wenhong didn't have the heart to refute, and asked weakly.

"I don't know...... Wait, as soon as tomorrow morning. Jiang Zhong shook his head.

"Anyway, I tried my best, and whatever the result is, it's up to him." Wang Wenhong sighed.

"yes, but I guess it's going to be good." Jiang Zhong said.

"Hopefully......" Wang Wenhong muttered to himself.