Chapter 607: Traces

"Impossible!" Yan Fei shook her head repeatedly.

"Ding Shi" sold 170,000 copies in the previous week, how could it only sell more than 6,000 copies a few days later?

Although the first week of the booklet's release is the fastest growing time, the sales in the next few days will not show such a big contrast, but there will be a rapid reduction process.

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

"Listen, everyone, work overtime today to count the sales of all the booklets." Jiang Zhong said sharply.

"I'm sorry to trouble everyone." Yan Fei hurriedly left the editorial office in a state of confusion.

In four days, more than 3,000 copies were sold... How should I tell Zuo Yuan about this?

Yan Fei scratched her head, also feeling worried.

Speaking of which... why did he suddenly think of asking about comic sales? Didn't he go to Teacher Shen's book signing?

Did you hear something?

Yan Fei thought wildly, but this should be the most likely guess.

She told Shang Haozhi the data she obtained from the sales department. Shang Haozhi was also extremely surprised, and asked her to watch in the sales department first. After finishing 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.

It's not suspicion, but nine 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 thought too much.

This time, not only the technical department must be asked to help, but the legal department may also come out.

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

I can't go on like this, this time... there must be a result!

Yan Fei put away her phone, feeling restless.

Returning to the sales department again, I saw the employees in the house pick up the landline, make calls, and verify the accuracy of the data with various channels.

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

Zuo Yuan...

"Teacher Zuo..."

"Teacher Yan, please tell me, how many copies did the first volume sell?" A hysterical roar came from the other side of the phone.

Yan Fei opened her mouth slightly, as if something was stuck in her throat.

3842.

This number...how did she say it?

...

Shen Xin shook her arm, feeling sore and weak.

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

It is estimated that it will take a good two days to slow down.

Shen Xin signed a book and handed it to a reader with both hands. After saying thanks, the next reader put two copies of "Smelting Steel" on the table.

"Big...brother, two copies."

The voice is milky and childish, very pleasant to hear.

Shen Xin's gaze immediately shifted from "Smelting Steel" to the speaker.

A little girl in a white coat was holding the table with two small hands, and was looking at him with big black eyes. Behind the little girl, followed by a young woman.

so familiar...

Shen Xin glanced at the little girl again, thinking to herself.

I seem to have seen it somewhere.

I keep thinking about it in my mind, but I can't remember it.

He opened the title page of the first comic book, signed the word "Shen Zheng", and wrote the date. Just as he was about to open the second book, Wang Wenhong walked over in a panic, and whispered into Shen Xin's ear: "Mr. Shen, come here."

Um?

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

"What's up?"

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

"It has something to do with me?" Shen Xin felt even more strange.

His relationship with Yan Fei is very good, but it is limited to personal friendship. In terms of business, there is not much anxiety, unless something happens in District 11.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, but it does matter to some extent. Why don't you tell her?" Wang Wenhong sighed,

Handed the phone to Shen Xin.

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

After finishing speaking, he stood up, took his mobile phone, and walked towards the side of the bookstore.

Wang Wenhong was about to follow Shen Xin to leave, but he caught sight of the little girl out of the corner of his eye, was also slightly taken aback, thought for a while, and said, "Little friend, how old are you?"

"Six and a half years old."

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

"Yeah." The woman nodded.

"Then... do you know Zuo Yuan?" Wang Wenhong asked.

The woman blinked her eyes 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 Teacher Zuo?"

"No."

In fact, except for the annual meeting two or three years ago, he had never seen Zuo Yuan, "What's wrong?"

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

"Really... But I didn't see him." Shen Xin thought back seriously, and there was really no one she knew, "Sister Yan, what time do you have? I'm still busy here?"

"Ms. Shen..." Yan Fei's tone was low, and she could faintly cry, "Ms. Zuo...he..."

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

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

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

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

Shen Xin looked up, the first edition of 120,000 copies sold less than 4,000 copies, and only bought about 3%.

How can it be! ? Anyway, "Returning to 12" is also among the top ten works of "CF", and the sales volume in the first week should be above 50,000 copies.

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

What's more, with Zuo Yuan's reputation, he can't get 10% of the royalties at all. The unit price of "Returning to 12 Years Old" is less than 20 yuan. After deducting the manuscript tax, the real money in Zuo Yuan's hands should be 5,000 yuan Get ahead.

After deducting the assistant's expenses and daily expenses from the serial manuscript fee, the cartoonist basically has no money left.

Apart from dreams, the only reason why cartoonists can persist is the royalties.

But the royalties he had placed high hopes on were not even comparable to the royalties... There was a somewhat ironic feeling.

As long as a person has a dream, it can be very bitter and tiring, and he can persevere. However, when the back of the dream is despair, the will of the whole person is likely to collapse...

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

"what reason?"

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

"Forget about "Ding Shi"!" Shen Xin interrupted Yan Fei, "Where is Zuo Yuan now?"

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

"how so?"

Shen Xin rubbed her forehead, glanced to one side inadvertently, and noticed a woman standing beside him, looking at him nervously, holding a little girl by her hand.

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