On the 13th of July, Xia Qiu rented more than a dozen delivery trucks. They were all parked at Pengcheng Building. They were rented with the driver and the truck. It was 100 yuan a day, excluding gas. The trucks were covered with posters and the drivers were given a promotional uniform. If you didn't wear it, you could leave. If you wanted to earn money, you had to follow the company's rules. For a moment, these cars carried the novel " Return to the Ming Dynasty and Be a Prince " to every corner of Gang City. The owners who received the goods did not care if they were to sell it on the 15th or 14th. Taking advantage of the bombardment of advertisements and the discussions of the people, they received the goods and sold them on the spot. The sooner they sold, the sooner they would earn money. They even put up a big banner in front of the door saying " Return to the Ming Dynasty and Be a Prince ".
Those bosses who had ordered the goods but had yet to pay could not help but curse shamelessly when they saw that others were already making money here. They said that they would sell on the 15th. Why did they sell on the 13th? However, scolding was scolding. Making money was the most important thing. Hurry up and pay the money. Come and deliver the goods as soon as possible. Xia Qiu didn't care about this. Who asked you to order without paying? Who asked you to wait and see without paying? I'll deliver the goods immediately after paying. If you don't pay, I'll deliver the goods to you when I have time.
These days were really exciting. The employees were making money, so the inspirational songs were even louder. Xia Qiu was also making money, and he was even more diligent in instilling the theory of being a millionaire. The clerks were almost exhausted, crying and shouting for a raise every day. The company's phones were about to explode, and the bosses were anxious to death. Damn it, they couldn't get through to the phone, so they all came knocking on the door.
The bookstores had big customers who ordered hundreds or thousands of copies. The newsstands had small customers who ordered dozens or hundreds of copies. However, the number of newsstands was large, so the total amount was also very large. There were also some stationery stores that opened in front of the school gate and even stalls. Xia Qiu did not care what you did. As long as you paid, I would give you the goods. He wanted to sell all the stores. He would not do hunger marketing. Without fame and capital, he would not do hunger marketing. He couldn't wait for everyone in Gang City to have 'Return to the Ming Dynasty and Be a Wangye' in their hands. This way, the next volume would sell even better.
With the bombardment of advertisements in the newspapers and on TV, Xia Qiu's 300,000 novels had sold 140,000 copies, and tens of thousands of copies had been pre-ordered. With these 140,000 copies, Xia Qiu would be able to pay off all his debts. In the future, other than paying his employees, it would be his own. Xia Qiu calculated that if he only sold 300,000 copies, the first volume would earn more than 700,000 Jiangyuan in profit because he had to pay off his debts, but the second volume would earn nearly 1.3 million. These four volumes would earn more than 5 million, and this was only a conservative estimate of 300,000 copies. If he could sell them outside Jianghai... This profit would be at least ten million. Xia Qiu was extremely excited. Her hard work had finally paid off.
Xia Qiu did not expect his novel to sell so quickly. He thought that it would take at least two months to sell 300,000 novels in a city with a population of five million. He also knew that the price of this novel was a little high. However, Xia Qiu had underestimated the citizens 'love for novels. Back then, Jin Ming relied on martial arts novels to push a small newspaper to the first deal, and Mi Ming relied on fake science fiction novels to become a millionaire. However, now that Jin Ming had stopped writing, Mi Ming no longer had any new novels. Other novelists either wrote martial arts or high-class literary works. These works were either rotten or incomprehensible. On the other hand, Xia Qiu's time-travel novel had made the citizens of Gang City who liked reading novels exclaim in excitement. Moreover, this kind of stallion harem novel was even more attractive.
In just a few days after the advertisement was broadcast, Xia Qiu had ordered almost 200,000 copies of the novel when he returned to the Ming Dynasty and became a prince. Xia Qiu had really earned his first bucket of gold this time. After coming to Jiang for almost two months, he finally had his own little treasury. Boss, the company doesn't have much stock left, and there are still a few bookstores that haven't delivered the books yet. We ordered another 2,000 books today."
Zhou Xue, the receptionist, complained. He had been really busy recently.
Xia Qiu was stunned. She was busy counting money and didn't expect to run out of stock. " You're so busy. Did you get your money back?"
" They're all back. If we don't add more stock, we'll probably run out of stock in a week."
" Call the printing company and tell them to print another 100,000 copies."" With these 100,000 copies, the market in Gang City is about to be saturated. Oh right, have there been any Wancheng and Nanyang publishing companies looking for us?"
Zhou Xue thought for a moment and said,"I haven't received any calls about this yet."
" Alright, go do your work. Remember to let me know if a publishing company from Jiangwai comes looking for you. This is very important." Although Xia Qiu looked calm on the surface, he was a little puzzled. The sales of 'Quest of the Qin' and 'Hui Ming' were so good. Why hadn't any of the publishing companies approached him yet? He didn't want a local publishing company in Gang City. He wanted to find a publishing company in Wancheng and Nanyang. It would be even better if he could get a publishing company from Japan and the North to come and look for him.
The population base in Gang City was small to begin with. No matter how powerful it was, it was impossible to reach 500,000 servings. However, it was different in other places. That was a huge market. It was impossible for him to cover such a huge market alone, so he had to find someone to cooperate with. Xia Qiu was trying his best to sell his books so that he could increase his bargaining chips when negotiating with other publishing companies. However, no one had come to talk to him about collaboration. This was a very strange thing. After all, his novels were very popular now.
During this period of time, there was a wave of time travel in Gang City. Everyone talked about time travel. Historians talked about the risks of time travel in various dynasties. Religious people explained the possibility of soul travel. Those pseudoscientists also discussed the technological development of time travel in the future. Those teenagers dreamed of becoming the protagonists in novels. After time travel, not only could they learn good martial arts, but they could also get beautiful women. It was also because of this that Xia Qiu had become the focus of everyone's attention. In the past, only a small number of people called him a child prodigy, but now Xia Qiu could not get rid of this title even if he wanted to. Sadly, other than seeing him on television and in the newspapers, no one else could find him at other times. The letters that wanted to interview him were like stones sinking into the sea.
In fact, Xia Qiu had been staying in the company all this time. Other than the mornings when he was teaching the employees the theory of being a millionaire, he spent the rest of his time writing novels. He had rejected all the interview letters. In the past, he was not famous and needed to find the media to hype up his story. But now, his book was selling well and he did not want to be exposed to the media too much.
Xia Qiu smiled happily as she looked at the sales figures in her hands. So far, Xia Qiu had earned more than 600,000 Jiangyuan, excluding the bank loan and employee salaries. This was her first pot of gold. In less than a month, she had earned money that many people would find difficult to earn in their entire lives. In this era, this was a huge sum of money. In 1975, she could have bought seven or eight houses in Gang City with this money.
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