Restart the Flying Age

　　 As an investor behind the scenes, there is a reason why Wu Tao is not sure about the market reaction of comic magazines.

　　 As soon as he was not a professional in the comics industry, he could not personally organize the magazine, so he would naturally have no idea.

　　 Secondly, the picture book king, who once sold 600,000 copies in a single issue, has just been banned. Domestic comic publications are in the midst of a cold winter.

　　 In such an environment, it is very difficult for a comic magazine to survive. Not to mention being able to make a name for himself and become a hit.

　　 At the same time, Jinling, inside the office building of Ninghai Building.

　　 The office of the new comic magazine is set here, and it is in the same building as Yuankang Company.

　　 It was late at night, and Wang Yongsheng was still in the office, with the newly published sample magazine in front of him.

　　 In two hours, the pre-printed 60,000 comic magazines will begin to be shipped out in boxes and distributed to six provinces and one city in East China.

　　 Whether the fire of hope that was once extinguished can be rekindled, this is what it takes.

　　 Picking up the magazine, the cover of the magazine is impressively printed with the four characters of "Golden Manke", the name of the owner Wu Tao, hoping to take the luck of this kid.

　　 Turn over the title page, this is a magazine where Chinese comics are the mainstream.

　　 Yan Kai, Chen Xiang, and Zheng Xusheng, who once emerged as the kings of picture books, wandered for a while, brought their new works and returned to the embrace of the comics industry.

　　 They were all under Wang Yongsheng's banner. Now that the old master is regrouping, they naturally want to come and run.

　　 What's more, in this cold winter of the comics industry, they have no more choices at all.

　　 Of course, if anyone pays attention, they will find that in addition to the works of these few well-known cartoonists, there is also an unknown newcomer Star Soul, which also takes up a lot of space.

　　 This is the work recommended by Wu Tao. It is really good, so I recorded it.

After 　　 roughly flipped through, Wang Yongsheng felt that there was nothing left, so he dropped the sample and rubbed his brows.

　　 I feel less when I get older.

　　 Although Wu Tao arranged for him to live in Jinxiu Huating across the road, he still had no intention of going back.

　　Because just now, his old friends even called and said, persuading him not to hold too much hope.

　　 After all, in such a big environment, so many comic magazines with good sales have fallen.

　　 Some people even persuaded him to print less, try the water, so as not to lose too much and not get it back.

　　 But it is 60,000 copies, only one tenth of the once brilliant picture book king. If the market can't even absorb such a small circulation, then it won't be successful anyway.

　　 Fortunately, his former bookseller relationship is still there, and the other party also recognizes his signature. Therefore, he did not spend much time on 60,000 copies of the magazine, so he spread it out.

　　 Next, there is only one word waiting! Wait for tomorrow's market feedback!

　　 March 24, Sunday.

　　 Jinling, the sky was just getting dark, and the newsstands in the streets and alleys opened one after another.

　　 Lao Sun is the owner of a newsstand at the intersection of Sanpailou. He has worked hard for more than ten years. From a small newsstand on the ground, he has made it the size of today's newsstand.

　　 In the eyes of Lao Sun, today is no different from usual.

　　 Early in the morning, he was holding the tofu nao tiao, humming a small tune, opened the small window, turned on the light, put on the phone, and the day's business started again.

　　 Not long after, a postman riding a motorcycle passed by, putting a bag full of newspapers on his stall, and then taking out a stack of magazines that smelled of ink.

　　 You tiao hurry up, and tofu brain hurry up. Because he knew that the old customers who bought the newspaper were coming soon.

　　 At this moment, a tricycle rode crunching over, shouting from a distance: "Boss, the new magazine, would you like to have some?"

　　 "New? What type of magazine?" Old Sun frowned. He was always cautious about new magazines.

　　 Don’t look at some magazines that sell very well, but they are all the result of big waves.

　　 Behind those popular magazines are thousands of new magazines with less than three or two issues.

　　 I will die when I see the light!

　　 But for so many years, Lao Sun has already had his own experience of what magazines are good to sell, and what magazines are not good to sell.

　　 That's why there is the above dialogue.

　　The visitor is also unambiguous, and the answer is clear and bright, "The new magazine created by the editor-in-chief of the picture book king, cool comics!"

　　 When I heard that it was the editor-in-chief of the picture book king, Lao Sun suddenly became excited. Put down the tofu naoyou sticks, wiped your hands on the towel, and stretched out from the small window: "Let me take a look."

"okay!"

　　 Lao Sun watched quickly. Five seconds later, he immediately clapped and said: "I want it!"

　　 "Go, how many books do you want, 50?"

　　 "100 first!" Lao Sun said full of pride.

　　 The book seller who delivered the goods looked up, "You are backed by the school here, so you have to get more."

　　 moved two piles down in one fell swoop, wrote the numbers, let the old grandson sign, and left.

　　 But one morning passed, 100 copies, only 10 copies sold. Lao Sun suddenly sat on the wax, is it a mistake?

　　 When the lady came to deliver the meal at noon, she also saw the new magazine in the bright place. After knowing how many had not been sold, she immediately began to complain.

　　 The old grandson was so annoyed that he came directly with the sentence "Do you understand or I do?", and blocked his wife's mouth.

　　 After lunch, the number of students passing by began to increase.

　　 on the bright side

The violent comics on the blog finally attracted the attention of many students.

　　 "Boss, here's a copy of this magazine!"

　　 "Boss, the money is here"

　　 "This magazine looks so cool, the boss will have a copy"

　　The old Sun finally took a breath, with a confident smile on his face.

　　 When the mother-in-law brought the meal again in the evening, the old grandson was completely exasperated. He patted the few remaining stocks and said: "See you, for so many years~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I haven't missed the magazine I read!"

　　 "Virtue!" The woman curled her lips, and suddenly shouted: "There are only so few copies left, don't you hurry up and buy?"

　　 "Oh, you are right, but I didn't keep the book seller's phone number!"

　　 "Look at what you are doing" In the end, the old grandson still didn't escape his wife's accusations.

　　 The same situation was staged in China Overseas, Xihang and other places.

　　 At four o'clock in the afternoon, Boku Manke Magazine received feedback calls from booksellers from all over the world.

　　Wang Yongsheng did not rest all night, and was lying in the office at the moment, not feeling well.

　　 Suddenly the assistant broke in like a gust of wind and exclaimed excitedly: "The editor-in-chief, the editor-in-chief, booksellers from all over the world are calling! They want more goods, our magazines are in short supply!"

　　 "What, what are you saying is true?" Wang Yongsheng, who was over 60 years old, jumped up from the sofa like a young man, shaking with excitement, quickly digesting this sudden good news.

　　The assistant clearly repeated it again.

　　 After listening, Wang Yongsheng ran back and forth in the office.

　　 "It was out of stock so soon, it was beyond my expectation! Quickly, notify the printing factory and print 40,000 copies!"

　　 Assistant left in a hurry, Wang Yongsheng stretched his waist, looked at the sky outside the window, and muttered: "Is this counted in the cold winter of the comics industry. Does it sound the horn of spring?"