Early morning, Wake Street, Atlanta, Red Umbrella Bookstore.

"Waiter, is there a copy of "The King of Fury War"? ”

"Nope. ”

"Shit, what kind of garbage bookstore is this?"

"Hey, boy, will you give me a copy of The Furious King?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't have this comic here. ”

"Well, I mean, it's no wonder it's so deserted here. So I still have to go to the queue, hell, there are already hundreds of people waiting over there. ”

At this time, Kadir, the owner of the Red Umbrella Bookstore, was already as pale as earth. His clerk, Lowry, couldn't help but glance sideways at him.

"BOSS, the people at the door of the wind chime bookstore have already lined up at the end of the alley. They've got 200 copies today, but I don't think it will last long—"

"I know, I know!"

Kadir snorted softly, his eyes wandering: "It's nothing, it's just a popular comic, but it's just a turnover of more than two thousand gold guilders." ”

"The problem is that our sales have dropped by three percent in the past two days. ”

Lowry lowered his head and dusted off the non-existent dust on the bookshelves: "Those customers have no patience at all, and they don't want to shop around the store when they hear that they can't buy "Raging King". ”

Kadir's breathing began to grow heavy.

"And that's not just the boss. ”

Here's another young female clerk: "They also play bundling and have to buy something else in their store to be able to buy this comic." ”

"Shit!"

Kadir scolded: "This is a violation, right?

The female clerk spread her hands: "It is said that I was severely warned by the publisher, and it was on the TV news, just last night, didn't you watch it? But people still do what they want, but it is not so rampant, and the tying is only the stationery and handicrafts operated by their bookstore." There's no way, there are only more than 300 people in Atlanta who are selling the Angry War Heavenly King now. ”

"But there are at least two thousand bookstores in Atlanta, and there are many newsstands—"

Kadir grunted dissatisfiedly: "Won't they sell in other bookstores? ”

"But BOSS, we have an agreement with Ferguson Media Group. ”

"Hell agreement!"

Kadir walked over to the counter and picked up the phone, "What's the phone number for Rising Sun Press? That sales manager seems to be called Delarry, right?"

"It's in the second drawer under the desk. ”

The clerk Luo Rui couldn't help but be taken aback: "Are you going to go to the Rising Sun Publishing House to buy goods?" But the boss only has a turnover of two thousand gold. ”

"Bastard, do you think I don't know how to count? It's more than 2,000 in a few days, and this comic is more than just a book. ”

The corners of Kadir's lips twitched, and he just saw the drawer below: "Ferguson's concession is quite large, and there is also a sales commission." But the newspapers and publications they run now can't get to the store. ”

"So manager, you know what to say, right?"

"What do I say? Of course I know, this time it's either/or. ”

However, this phone was called several times, and it was already more than three o'clock in the afternoon.

"Manager Kadir, is the Red Umbrella Bookstore?"

The voice over there obviously revealed a bit of alienation: "Mr. store manager, our printing plant is also running at full capacity now, I'm afraid we won't be able to draw more supplies to you." ”

"Damn, put away your set, I know you have the goods. Our bookstore will end its cooperation with Ferguson Media Group, OK?"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what you mean?"

"I mean, we're going to move all of Ferguson's publications to the corner of the bookstore. ”

"Manager Kadir, we don't agree with this kind of behavior that will crack down on and hurt friendly merchants. ”

The sales manager, named Delarry, obviously added a bit of enthusiasm to his tone: "But since you are so sincere, store manager, I can give you the amount of thirty copies." But before that, can we have a salesperson come to your store and have a look at the environment?"

"So what if we stop selling Ferguson Media publications?"

Manager Kadir's eyes twinkled: "We'll also put the Atlanta Laborer Daily and the Georgia Post on the front row." ”

"There's also the Atlanta Daily Telegraph. ”

The voice on the phone was already full of appreciation: "100 copies, you can arrive at the store at five o'clock tomorrow morning." This is already the maximum amount I can give you within my purview. If you want to add more, you'll have to go to my boss. Well, I'll give you some more pictures of Andrei, you know? It's been selling well lately, and the girls like it. OK, that's it. ”

"Why do you have to have to-morrow morning? Isn't it possible in the afternoon?"

The manager of Kadir complained and put down the phone, then glanced at his clerk Lowry: "Inform Ferguson Media that they will either bring everything back from their house or we will send it to the warehouse." Then make an announcement that tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, there will be 300 copies of "The Angry Battle of the Heavenly King" in this bookstore, and 200 copies of Andrei's pictorial will go on sale. Lowry, should we do a tie-in too?"

"Wow, store manager, don't you hate that lucky Andre anymore?"

"It's still annoying, disgusting. ”

The manager of Kadir bared his teeth: "So I decided to take all the money I lost on him." ”

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In the Ferguson News Building, a conference room on the 32nd floor was bleak. All the people present at the meeting had condensed faces and low breaths.

"Our cable room still can't be repaired? What did Noah say? Twelve days? The repair cost is still 15 million gold, right? Let them eat! After 12 days, who else will come to see our TV station? Tell them that 15 million gold dong is okay, and the time must be shortened to 10 days, and this requirement must be written into the contract. ”

"Adler, negotiate with a few TV stations in Atlanta as soon as possible to see if we can borrow their equipment. No matter what the cost is, you can accept it, as long as you can survive these ten days. ”

"Ridder, what happened to the loan negotiation with the People's Bank of Georgia? They refused? Why? Ferguson Media's ability to repay the loan is beyond doubt!"

"Rubb, it's all rubbish, my men, why are they all stupid?"

"Tell Rashia that the money we owe will be given to him, but not now. If he still wants to be on Ferguson Cable, then please shut me up. ”

Mandiwen Ferguson sat in the chairman's seat, like an out-of-control tyrant, wantonly venting his anger to his subordinates.

At this moment, there was a knock at the door of the conference room, and a female staff member walked in with a pale face holding a folder in her hand.

Mandiwen Ferguson couldn't help but look sideways at the man: "Who are you? from the sales department? Don't you know we're in a meeting?"

"Chairman, now that something new has happened, I think I have to report back to you. ”

The female clerk was obviously terrified: "Within an hour and a half of your meeting just now, there were one hundred and twenty-four more bookstores that asked us to retrieve all the publications we had on sale. ”

Mandiwen Ferguson's breath instantly became colder, but he didn't scold this time, but frowned: "It's because of "Fury King" again, the sales are still very hot, right?"

"Yes, Chairman. ”

This is the sales director sitting here in a meeting, and his expression is particularly bitter: "According to the information we have, the 90,000 copies of the Rising Sun Press in Atlanta were sold out at 9:25 in the morning. The vast majority of bookstores don't open until nine o'clock. And now the major TV stations and media are overwhelmingly discussing the angry war king and Andre. This is probably a phenomenal, no, palace-level comic, which has become the most advantageous weapon in the hands of the Rising Sun Publishing House. ”