"Impossible!" Yan Fei shook her head again and again.

"Ding Shi" could still sell 170,000 copies a week ago, how could it be that a few days later, it could only sell more than 6,000 copies?

Although the first week of the release of the single book is the time when the sales volume grows the fastest, the sales in the next few days will not show such a big contrast, but there is a process of rapid reduction.

And the data of "Ding Shi" is simply an avalanche.

"Everyone, listen, work overtime today, and count the sales of all the single books." Jiang Zhong said sharply.

"I'm sorry everyone." Yan Fei was so confused that she left the editorial office in a hurry.

In four days, more than 3,000 copies were sold...... How should this be said to Zuo Yuan?

Yan Fei scratched her head and was also worried.

Then again...... Why did he suddenly think of asking about the sales of comics, didn't he go to Mr. Shen's book signing party?

Did you hear something?

Yan Fei is cranky, but this should be the most likely guess.

She told Shang Haozhi the data she heard from the sales department. Shang Haozhi was also extremely surprised, and asked her to stare at the sales department first, and after he finished handling the work at hand, he immediately went to the technical department.

"Mr. Shang, I suspect it's the D version." Yan Fei said directly.

“…… I know, wait for my news. After Shang Haozhi said this, he hung up the phone.

Not suspicion, but nine times out of ten......

I thought that after the last experience, the D version of the website would disappear, but now it seems that he really thinks too much.

This time, I am afraid that not only the technical department will have to help, but also the legal department.

After Shang Haozhi sorted out the news conveyed by Yan Fei, he immediately called Bao Jiyi.

Can't go on like this, this time...... There must be a result!

Yan Fei put away her phone, feeling irritable.

When I returned to the sales department again, I saw that the staff in the house picked up the landline, made calls, and verified the accuracy of the data with various channels.

At this moment, Yan Fei's mobile phone rang again, she took out her mobile phone, glanced at the screen, and frowned.

Zuo Yuan......

"Teacher Zuo......"

"Teacher Yan, please tell me, how many copies of the first volume were sold?" On the other side of the phone, there was a hysterical roar.

Yan Fei's mouth opened slightly, and something seemed to be stuck in her throat.

3842。

This number...... What did she say?

……

Shen Xin shook his arm, sore and weak.

On this day, he didn't know how many copies he had signed, nor how long he had signed them, but he only knew that his right arm was really weak.

It is estimated that it will take two days to delay.

Shen Xin signed a book, handed it to a reader with both hands, and after thanking him, the next reader put the two copies of "Steel Forged" on the table.

"Big ...... Brother, two copies. ”

The voice is milky and milky, and it is very good.

Shen Xin's gaze immediately shifted from "Steel Tempering" to the person who spoke.

A little girl in a white coat, with two small hands on the table, was looking at him with a pair of big black eyes. Behind the little girl was a young woman.

It's familiar......

Shen Xin glanced at the little girl again, and said secretly in his heart.

I think I've seen it somewhere.

I kept thinking about it, but I couldn't remember it.

He opened the title page of the first comic, signed the word "Shen Zheng", wrote the date, and was about to open the second book, Wang Wenhong walked over with a panicked expression, and said in Shen Xin's ear: "Teacher Shen, come here." ”

Well?

Shen Xin looked at Wang Wenhong suspiciously, but saw that his brows were already furrowed, and he was a little suspicious.

"What's the matter?"

"It's a tricky thing." Wang Wenhong smiled awkwardly, "Yan Fei's call ......"

"Something to do with me?" Shen Xin felt more and more strange.

He has a good relationship with Yan Fei, but it is limited to personal relations, and in terms of business, there is not much anxiety, unless something happens in District 11.

"It doesn't matter, it's true, but it's a little bit more or less relevant. You'd better talk to her, right? Wang Wenhong sighed and stuffed his phone to Shen Xin.

Shen Xin could only say to the little girl with a little apology: "I'm sorry, little sister, I have something, please wait for two minutes." ”

With that, he stood up, grabbed his phone, and walked towards the inside of the bookstore.

Wang Wenhong was about to leave with Shen Xin, but the corner of his eye saw the little girl, and he was also slightly stunned, pondered for a while, and said, "Little friend, how old are you?" ”

"Six and a half years old."

"You're her mother?" Wang Wenhong looked at the woman behind the little girl again.

"Hmm." The woman nodded.

"That'...... Do you know Sahara? Wang Wenhong asked.

The woman blinked and looked at Wang Wenhong with a puzzled expression.

Shen Xin took the phone and walked to the aisle: "Sister Yan, what's wrong?" ”

"Have you seen Mr. Zuo?"

"Nope."

In fact, except for the annual meeting two or three years ago, he hadn't seen Zuo Yuan, "What's wrong?" ”

"Teacher Zuo said that he wants to go to your book signing session...... He wants to see you. ”

"Really...... But I didn't see him. Shen Xin thought about it seriously, there were indeed no familiar people, "Sister Yan, is there any time?" I'm still busy? ”

"Teacher Shen......" Yan Fei's tone was low, and there was a faint cry, "Teacher Zuo...... He ......"

"Him?" Shen Xin's heart tightened, "Sister Yan, what's wrong with him?" ”

"The first edition of 120,000 copies of "12 Years Old" sold less than 4,000 copies in four days, including more than 700 signed books...... Just now, Mr. Zuo called me, and he seemed to know something, and kept asking about sales...... Later, he said thank you for my guidance for so long, and at the same time, he didn't have the opportunity to thank you in person, which is the regret of his life, and then hung up the phone...... Teacher Shen, you say, will something happen to him? ”

In the end, the crying tone in Yan Fei's tone was already obvious.

It was also the first time she had encountered such a thing.

Shen Xin raised his head, the first edition of 120,000 copies, less than 4,000 sales, only bought about 3%.

How can it be!? In any case, "12 Years Old Again" is also one of the top 10 works of "CF", and the sales volume should be above 50,000 copies in the first week.

Less than 4,000 copies sold...... According to the 10% royalty, even if the price of a single book is set at 20 yuan, the author's income is less than 8,000 yuan.

What's more, with Zuo Yuan's fame, he can't get 10% of the royalties at all, and the unit price of "12 Years Old Again" is less than 20 yuan, and after deducting the manuscript tax, the money that really goes to Zuo Yuan's hands should be in the early 500s.

The manuscript fee for serialization, excluding the expenses of assistants and daily expenses, is basically not enough money left for cartoonists.

The only reason that can make a cartoonist stick to it, besides dreams, is royalties.

But the royalties that he had high hopes for were not even comparable to the manuscript fees...... There is a sense of irony to some extent.

As long as a person has a dream, he can be very bitter or tired, he can persevere, but when the back side of the dream is despair, the will of the whole person is likely to collapse......

It is often the straw that breaks the camel's back.

"What is the reason?"

"Version D...... By the way, "Ding Shi" only sold a few thousand copies......"

"Don't worry about "Ding Food" yet!" Shen Xin interrupted Yan Fei's words, "Where is Zuo Yuan now?" ”

"I don't know. The company has called the police, and Mr. Zuo's phone can't get through. ”

"How so?"

Shen Xin rubbed his forehead, his gaze inadvertently swept to the side, and he noticed a woman standing beside him, looking at him nervously, holding a little girl in her hand.

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