"Editor Shi, this data is actually barely acceptable!" On this day, in the editor's office, Yan Kangxiao specially found Zheng Shichuanfeng and said, "But the problem is... this is a book you signed for at eighty yuan per thousand words, and this sales volume is a bit too inconsistent with the price, isn't it?"
Yan Kangxiao had just received the sales data for the first day of "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty." After the release in the entire Rongcheng, 73 copies were sold. For a new book by a new author, this sales volume was still quite good... but behind it was a price of 80 yuan per thousand words!
This price and this sales volume were somewhat mismatched.
Outside the office, many people quietly gathered to listen to the heated debate between the two editors, enjoying the spectacle.
"This time, Editor Shi spent eighty yuan per thousand words, and only got a sales volume of 73 copies, which is quite embarrassing," someone commented.
"Yes, this time Editor Shi will have a hard time explaining to President Wu, who gave him the greatest trust," another added.
"Not necessarily. After all, this book has only been on sale for one day. Sales always need a process to pick up," someone else countered.
In the office, Shi Chuanfeng also countered, "Editor Yan, aren't you being a bit too hasty? The book has just been released, and Li Chencan is a new author. Do you think his book will be like those of big writers, selling well right from the first day? It always needs an adaptation period."
Shi Chuanfeng's words sounded confident, but to Yan Kangxiao, they only brought a mysterious smile. "Oh? Is that so? But generally, the first day's sales can reflect the book's performance... Moreover, if you are so confident, why did you only come in the afternoon today? Isn't it because you felt the sales were too low and were embarrassed to face us?"
"You..." Shi Chuanfeng paused, "Editor Yan, please don't go too far!"
Although he spoke loudly, everyone knew that he was already weak inside.
Shi Chuanfeng indeed stayed at home in the morning, pretending to be sick, because he knew the sales volume was only 73 copies on the first day. He only came in the afternoon.
Yan Kangxiao, as his long-time rival, knew Shi Chuanfeng inside out and naturally understood his intentions.
Now, Yan Kangxiao mercilessly exposed Shi Chuanfeng, and the exposed Shi Chuanfeng jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
To be honest, the first day's sales of "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty" also disappointed him. He had stayed at home because of this disappointment, but now being exposed by his old rival, he couldn't save face.
Seeing Shi Chuanfeng's anger, Yan Kangxiao chuckled, "Alright, Editor Shi, in three days, the books on the shelves will be rearranged. I wonder where 'Those Things in the Ming Dynasty' will be moved to then?"
Outside, the employees listened to Yan Kangxiao's sarcastic voice, some gloating, others sighing for Shi Chuanfeng. This time, a storm was about to hit Editor Shi!
"Editor Yan, please leave!"
Shi Chuanfeng, his eyes flashing with anger, could only resort to this method...
Yan Kangxiao enjoyed seeing Shi Chuanfeng like this... "You believed in a young man so easily, and now you've fallen flat on your face, haven't you?!"
Yan Kangxiao swaggered out of the office, planning to bask in the admiring gazes of his colleagues outside, but at that moment, a person rushed in.
This person was a staff member responsible for communication between the publishing house and the bookstores.
"Xiaomi, what's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?" Yan Kangxiao, who had just come out of Shi Chuanfeng's office, now put on the air of an editor and asked.
Inside the office, Shi Chuanfeng was still fuming. Yan Kangxiao was really too much! Too much for him to bear.
How could he be like this? Even political enemies shouldn't go this far, right?
Shi Chuanfeng had a belly full of anger with nowhere to vent.
Did he really misjudge? Was there no possibility of "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty" becoming popular? But why did the book have such a strong appeal to him? After all, Shi Chuanfeng had read countless books.
But could he vent his anger on Li Chencan? No, the book was his responsibility, and Shi Chuanfeng didn't have the habit of blaming others.
At this moment, Xiaomi, who was outside, said breathlessly to Yan Kangxiao, "Editor Yan, it's like this. A new book has sold out in most bookstores, and they asked me to take the inventory from the publishing house!"
New books usually don't have many copies in bookstores because too many can cause chaos, and the inventory is limited, requiring constant communication with the publishing house...
"What book? Sold out? What's going on?" Yan Kangxiao suddenly had a bad feeling, though he didn't know where it came from.
"It's 'Those Things in the Ming Dynasty'!" Xiaomi said, "This book has sold out today, and they asked me to come quickly to get more copies."
"What?!" Yan Kangxiao felt as if he had been hit by a heavy blow, his vision went dark, and the world spun around him!
He had just mocked Shi Chuanfeng with "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty," but in just a short while, the book had undergone such a dramatic change?
The surrounding employees also gaped at Xiaomi, unable to believe it.
"How is that possible?" Yan Kangxiao said, "Didn't 'Those Things in the Ming Dynasty' only sell 73 copies yesterday? How could it sell out today? There were at least four or five hundred copies in the bookstores, right?"
Xiaomi slapped his hand and said, "Oh, the bookstore owners said the same thing. A book that sold poorly yesterday suddenly took off today! It couldn't be stopped! The best-performing bookstore sold 88 copies by noon today. Isn't that strange?"
Yan Kangxiao's vision grew darker... "Are you messing with me?"
At that moment, he felt as if all the employees were watching his humiliation!
He had just used this to attack and mock Shi Chuanfeng, but now, with the sudden change, he would be the one to suffer humiliation!
Yan Kangxiao's face turned red, and his body broke out in goosebumps from embarrassment. He frowned, knowing that this matter couldn't be suppressed anymore!
Sure enough, the surrounding employees all wore surprised and strange expressions.
"Did 'Those Things in the Ming Dynasty' sell well today?" At that moment, the office door opened, and Shi Chuanfeng stood there with a smile, feeling like a farmer who had finally become the master.
Yan Kangxiao's face darkened. He felt that his karma had caught up with him.
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