"Uncle Qi, tell the printing department to print 100,000 copies of this issue.”Wu Ailin said.
"A hundred thousand? Isn't this too much?" Uncle Qi said.
Adding on the 120,000 copies printed previously, there were a total of 220,000 copies.
Such sales had never been seen before.
Even at its peak, this issue only sold 180,000 copies a day.
"Not much!" Wu Ailin said.
"If the sales volume really reaches 220,000 copies, then Wuxia Tale will surpass Sports Weekly's sales volume.”Uncle Qi said.
The Entertainment Weekly Company had a total of four journals.
Wuxia Tale, this journal had always had the worst sales.
Sports Weekly, third in sales, slightly better than Wuxia Tale.
World of Entertainment was second in sales, with an average daily sales of 350,000 copies.
Celebrity Gossip was the ace magazine of the entertainment weekly magazines. For some fans, gossip was always the focus, even if many of them were non-existent.
"Hmph, even if Wuxia Tale's sales surprised me, it's impossible for it to surpass my Sports Weekly! You still expect a newcomer to set a sales record? Haha!" Yao Qian, the chief editor of the sports journal, snorted and left.
"Hehe, I think this sales volume is because of Hu Qi's fans. After all, our company used Hu Qi's name to promote it. In the afternoon, these readers will realize that luck probably took up most of the sales volume in the morning.”An editor from the sports journal said and left with Yao Qian.
"Xiao Lin, Old Yao's temper is like this, don't blame him.”Uncle Qi said when he saw the awkward atmosphere.
Don't blame them?
Lin Mo snorted in his heart. What kind of attitude was that?
That was clearly contempt!
"Even I don't think that the sales this afternoon will be so good, but if it weren't for Xiao Lin, our Entertainment Weekly's reputation would be ruined. Old Yao's attitude is really too much.”Sister Shen said.
"Mengmeng, take Lin Mo and Wei Xu to go through the entry procedures.”Wu Ailin said.
"Good!" Yu Mengmeng said.
At this time, Zhou Qingshan did not speak. The sales of 100,000 copies in the morning had already been set. With this sales alone, he knew that he could not drive Lin Mo away no matter what.
As for Xu Zhi, he covered his face and left.
Embarrassing, too embarrassing.
"This Sunday is the Mid-Autumn Festival. On Friday night, the television station will be organizing a Mid-Autumn Poetry Gala with the Beijing Writers 'Association.”Wu Ailin said.
This was an old tradition. As Entertainment Weekly's background was Beijing Television Station, they would hold a Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Gala every year. Although it was called a gala, it was actually a poetry competition. The best poem would be chosen as the opening poem of Beijing Television Station's Mid-Autumn Festival Gala.
This was a great honor.
However, Sister Shen, Uncle Qi, and the others were clearly not in high spirits.
In the past few years, the top ten poems were all from the Writers 'Association, let alone the top five. Although many of them graduated from the Chinese department and were good at writing articles, they were still a distance away from the people from the Writers' Association who were really involved in literature.
Moreover, the annual representative of Entertainment Weekly could not even enter the top 20. It would be embarrassing if he went.
"Managing Editor, I'm on the train on Friday night. I didn't go home during the Spring Festival. I want to go home for the Mid-Autumn Festival this time.”
"Managing editor, my cousin is getting married on Friday.”
"Managing Editor, I…I was sick on Friday!”
"This is the first time I've heard that you have to look at the date when you're sick.”Sister Shen looked at Wu Ailin with disdain and said pitifully," Managing Editor, I'm sick on Friday too!”
"Little Shen, Uncle Qi, Uncle Wang, you guys didn't go last year, so you can't hide this year. Inform Old Yao and Mengmeng to go too.”Wu Ailin directly called out.
"Oh no, I'm going to be humiliated to death." Sister Shen said.
"Sigh, Old Wang and I are already so old. If we're not afraid, what are you young people afraid of?”Uncle Qi said, but his eyelids twitched.
"Well, Chief Editor, I think Xiao Lin is a good guy. Why don't you let him go? Moreover, since he can match your second half, this guy's literary skills are obviously not bad.”Uncle Wang was the old editor of the editing team. He said shamelessly.
Wu Ailin smiled and said," Uncle Wang, you know that Lin Mo just joined the company and is not qualified to attend such a grand party. Besides, he did match the second half of my couplet, but a couplet is a couplet after all. This is a poetry party.”
"Anyway, we'll just be there for nothing. We won't say anything and just let Old Yao go. After all, he's still a member of the Beijing Writers 'Association and has been writing poems on behalf of our company for the past few years.”Sister Shen said.
"Alright, it's settled. Everyone, go to work.”Wu Ailin said, and then everyone went back.
On the 13th floor, when Uncle Qi and Uncle Wang returned, Lin Mo had already completed the entry procedures.
"Xiao Lin, haha, I knew you would be assigned to our group.”Uncle Wang was very excited to see Lin Mo.
"Hello, Uncle Wang!" Because of the Legend of the Condor Heroes, Lin Mo was undoubtedly assigned to the Wuxia Tale group, and Uncle Wang was the chief editor of this group.
"En, young people are good. You know manners and shame. Although you're not handsome, being handsome doesn't mean you can eat. Besides, you're so talented.”Uncle Wang looked at Lin Mo and liked him more and more.
Lin Mo felt a sweetness in his heart and thought to himself, Look, what's talking?
This is what you call talking!
Everyone should learn from Uncle Wang!
He spoke the truth so sincerely.
"Don't say that I didn't give you young people a chance. You should be free on Friday night, right? When the time comes, the television station will hold a Mid-Autumn Poetry Gala. This is an opportunity for you young people. I'm old and don't care about fame and fortune. You're still young. I happen to have a ticket in my hand. You can go and participate.”Uncle Wang said.
"Thank you, Uncle Wang!" Lin Mo was excited.
He had always dreamed of becoming a celebrity. The entertainment magazine was the first step, and the television station was undoubtedly the next step.
How could he let go of such a good opportunity?
Something's not right!
When he agreed excitedly just now, Uncle Wang's eyes lit up. This old fellow wouldn't be scamming him, right?
Who cared? He had nothing to do on Friday anyway. It would be a waste not to go.
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