Chapter 217 Sale

The next day, Lu Ning and Xi Muhan took a ride to the magazine office of "The Lightest Talk" early in the morning, and didn't come back until evening.

After entering the door, Xi Muhan told Shen Xin that 30,000 volumes were finalized.

For newcomers, this result is not bad, and Xi Muhan also thinks it is acceptable.

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

During this period of time, Wang Wenhong has been busy selling the booklet of "Soul of Chess". When he came to the studio and had the final communication with Shen Xin, he suddenly saw Lu Ning. He was slightly taken aback, then narrowed his eyes and nodded repeatedly. Lu Ning's back felt cold, not knowing what Wang Wenhong meant.

What Wang Wenhong thought was not complicated, Lu Ning's arrival meant that the pressure on Shen Xin's shoulders would be much less, and she could sleep for at least an hour or two more.

Shen Xin's current work intensity makes Wang Wenhong feel distressed, but he can't help, he can only help Shen Xin with things other than painting.

Xi Muhan ground a cup of coffee and brought it to the tea table, Wang Wenhong was overwhelmed with emotion, and finally drank the freshly ground coffee.

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

"Ah? Did I mention that? Forgot... Well, the owner seems to keep one. I think grinding coffee takes a lot of time, and it's not as convenient as filling coffee." Shen Xin pretended to be confused.

"..."

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

However, Brother Xin is someone who can't even make scrambled eggs with tomatoes, so he really shouldn't have too high demands on him.

Shen Xin couldn't help shivering, feeling the extremely unfriendly eyes of the two, coughed dryly, and quickly changed the subject, "You're not here to talk about coffee, are you?"

"Of course not. If you don't tell me, I'll forget about it officially. Cough, Teacher Shen, the booklet of "Soul of Chess" will be officially released tomorrow, with 300,000 copies." Wang Wenhong pressed his left chest, his expression tense, "I just did it. Sufficient preparation, two pairs of leather shoes were damaged, but I was still nervous, for fear of messing up."

"'It's up to man to plan things, and God to make things happen', you and I try our best, and the result doesn't matter." Shen Xin comforted.

"Also... no! Teacher Shen, you almost got involved in it. Mr. Shang took the position of editor-in-chief as collateral to get the 300,000 copies. For me, this is even more so. As a "Soul of Chess" The responsible editor must be responsible for "Soul of Chess." Wang Wenhong's eyes were firm.

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

"You don't know him. Although Mr. Shang usually likes 'acting', he is also a very conceited person. He will go all out to support the cartoonist he likes. By the way, the last one he liked was Wang Yunze. At that time, he was just an editor. This time, he, like me, has his eyes on you."

Speaking of this, Wang Wenhong's face showed pride, "To paraphrase Mr. Shang's words, "Soul of Chess" has been improving every page since the first chapter. If such a work can be finished perfectly, the performance of this comic will also be good It must not be low."

"Boss Shang... is a good man." Xi Muhan, who was sitting on the side, said softly.

"Well, he is the best editor-in-chief I have ever seen. In fact, Yuan Zhe is also good, but he has no chance to cooperate." Wang Wenhong said.

"Then are you going to Jiman tomorrow? Or stay in the editorial department?" Shen Xin asked back.

"neither,

I'm going to the chess club tomorrow. "Wang Wenhong said seriously.

Shen Xin blinked her eyes, somewhat unable to guess what Wang Wenhong was thinking.

"Just watch it slowly. Tomorrow...no, next week, you will definitely win." Wang Wenhong clenched his fists and clenched his teeth.

...

After the promotional poster of "Soul of Chess", Xie Shiqi put up posters on the gate, wall, and dining hall of the dojo.

Since the booklet has not been released yet, Wang Wenhong tore up 12 magazines, made a "booklet" with 12 chapters, and copied 9 copies, and put one in each family.

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

However, from the first day it was placed in the dojo, Xie Chengbo put the "original" in the office, and whenever he was free, he couldn't help turning it out and reading two pages.

The eyesight of the elderly is not good, and it took some time to understand the existence of "Zuowei", but when Xie Chengbo watched the 12-episode "Soul of Chess" twice, he was immediately hooked, and even asked many students This manga is recommended.

"Grandpa... don't you understand?" Xie Shiqi held the tattered "Original", a little helpless.

"Ahem... I didn't understand it at the beginning. Could it be that I can't study? Hmm?" Xie Chengbo stood upright and asked back.

"..."

Xie Shiqi sighed, unable 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.

"Well. Order 500 copies, and each student will be given one copy. The other booklets will be placed in the hall, and students can read them when they are resting. The book is a good book... It's hard to get a comic about Go, and we can't let it go unnoticed. It is." Xie Chengbo said.

"Ah? Oh!" Xie Shiqi nodded repeatedly.

"Xie Chengbo Go Dojo" is not the only one that is interested in "Soul of Chess", but other dojos are not as big as "Xie Chengbo Dojo", and none of them serve as consultants for "Soul of Chess", so every magazine also makes a reservation. More than 20 volumes were collected and placed in the dojo for reading.

Seven or eight hundred copies of "Soul of Chess" have already been pre-ordered before it goes on sale.

On August 7, major bookstores officially released the booklet of "Soul of Chess".

Wang Wenhong did not sit in the editorial department waiting for the news, but wore a T-shirt and drove a dilapidated van to send the packaged booklets to every chess club.

By the time everything was delivered, the sun was almost setting.

After parking the car in the garage, he took off his gloves, and even drew blood on his hands.

Wang Wenhong got out of the car and spat. Since he was a waiter last year, he has never been so tired.

Coincidentally, both times were for Shen Xin. He really owed him in his previous life.

Just walked to the elevator, before Wang Wenhong could press the elevator, Jiang Zhong strode into the building.

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

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

"How is it now?" Wang Wenhong asked weakly, not in the mood to refute.

"I don't know... we have to wait, tomorrow morning at the earliest." Jiang Zhong shook his head.

"Anyway, I've tried my best, so let him decide what the result is." Wang Wenhong sighed.

"Yes, but I guess it should be good." Jiang Zhong said.

"I hope..." Wang Wenhong muttered to himself.