Chapter 186 The Horn of Winter

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

For one thing, he is not a professional in the comics industry, so he can't personally handle the magazine's preparation, so he will naturally feel uncertain.

Secondly, "The King of Picture Books", which once sold 600,000 copies in a single issue, has just been blocked, and domestic comic publications are in the midst of a cold winter.

In such an environment, it is too difficult for a comic magazine to survive. Not to mention being able to gain fame and become popular in an instant.

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

The office of New Comic Magazine is located here, in the same building as Yuankang Company.

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

In another two hours, the 60,000 volumes of comic magazines printed in advance will begin to be packed and shipped out, and the goods will be distributed in six provinces and one city in East China.

Whether the flame of hope that was once wiped out can be rekindled depends on this.

Picking up the magazine, there are four big characters Baoku Manke printed on the cover, named by the boss Wu Tao, hoping to get this kid's luck.

Open the title page, this is a magazine where Chinese manga is the mainstream.

Yan Kai, Chen Xiang, and Zheng Xusheng, who once made their mark as the king of picture books, after wandering around for a while, brought their new works and returned to the embrace of the comic world.

They all used to be under Wang Yongsheng's banner, and now that the old master has regrouped, they will naturally come to join him.

What's more, in this winter of the comics industry, they simply don't have any more choices.

Of course, if you pay attention, you will find that in addition to the works of these few well-known cartoonists, there is also a little-known newcomer's work-"Star Soul", which also occupies a lot of space.

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

After roughly flipping through, Wang Yongsheng felt that there was nothing missing, so he put down the sample magazine and rubbed his brows.

As I get older, I feel less.

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

Because just now, all his old friends called to advise him not to have too much hope.

After all, the general environment is such that so many comic magazines with good sales have collapsed.

Some people even advised him to print less and test the waters, lest the loss be too great to be recovered.

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

Fortunately, his former bookseller relationship is still there, and the other party still recognizes his signature. So he didn't spend much effort to spread out the 60,000 volumes of magazines.

Next, there is only one word - wait! Waiting for tomorrow's market feedback!

Sunday, March 24.

In Jinling, just as the sky was getting brighter, the newsstands and kiosks in the streets and alleys opened one after another.

Lao Sun is the owner of a newsstand at the intersection of Sanpailou. He has been working hard for more than ten years. From a small newsstand on the ground, it has become the size of today's sentry box.

In Lao Sun's view, today is no different from usual.

Early in the morning, he carried the tofu nao fritters, hummed a ditty, opened the small window, turned on the lights, put out the phone, and the business of the day began again.

Not long after, a postman riding a motorcycle passed by, put a bag full of newspapers on his stand, and then took out stacks of magazines that smelled like ink.

Quickly stuff the fried dough sticks, and hurry up to conceive the tofu brain. Because he knew that the regular customers who bought newspapers would come soon.

At this moment, a tricycle creaked over, and shouted from a distance: "Boss, do you want some new magazines?"

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

Don't look at some magazines that sell very well, but that is the result of big waves washing sand.

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

Die in sight!

But after so many years, Lao Sun has already had his own experience on which magazines are easy to sell and which magazines are not.

Hence the conversation above.

The person who came was also unambiguous, and the answer was clear and clear, "The new magazine created by the editor-in-chief of the picture book king, Brutal Manga!"

Hearing that it was the editor-in-chief of the picture book king, Lao Sun suddenly became excited. Putting down the tofu sticks, wiped his hands on the towel, stretched out from the small window and said, "Let me have a look."

"okay!"

Lao Sun looked at it quickly, and after five seconds, he immediately made a decision: "Yes!"

"Come on, how many copies do you want, 50?"

"100 first!" Lao Sun said with pride.

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

He moved two stacks in one fell swoop, wrote the number on it, asked Lao Sun to sign it, and then left.

However, one morning passed, and out of 100 copies, only 10 were sold. The old grandson suddenly sat on the wax, did he miss it?

When the mother-in-law came to deliver meals at noon, she also saw the new magazines placed in the open. After knowing that they hadn't sold many, she immediately began to complain.

Old Sun was so annoyed that he said, "Do you understand or do I understand?" and blocked his wife's mouth.

After lunch, more students started passing by.

The Brutal Manker on the bright side finally attracted the attention of many students.

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

"Boss, the money is here..."

"This magazine looks really cool, the boss wants a copy..."

Old Sun finally breathed a sigh of relief, with a confident smile on his face.

When the mother-in-law brought the food again in the evening, Old Sun was completely elated, and patted the few remaining copies in stock and said, "See, for so many years, I have never missed the magazines I have read!"

"Virtue!" The woman pursed her lips, and suddenly exclaimed, "There are only a few copies left, why don't you hurry up and buy them?"

"Oh, you're right, but I didn't leave the bookseller's phone number!"

"Look at what you're doing..." In the end, Old Sun still didn't escape his wife's scolding.

The same situation is happening in Zhonghai, Xihang and other places.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Baoku Manke magazine received feedback calls from booksellers all over the place.

Wang Yongsheng didn't have a good rest all night, and now he is lying in the office, not in good spirits.

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

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

The assistant repeated it clearly and clearly again.

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

"It's sold out so quickly, which is beyond my expectation! Hurry up, notify the printing factory to print 40,000 more copies!"

The assistant left in a hurry, Wang Yongsheng stretched his waist, looked at the sky outside the window, and murmured: "Is this the horn of spring blowing in the cold winter of the comic industry?"

Ask for tickets, ask for subscriptions.