Chapter 774 (1/2)
Yan Yan, like a psychopath, stares at the customers in and out of Wenqing bookstore.
A customer was staring at him all over his hair, left his selected book and ran away.
The shopkeeper is very angry and dislikes it.
I think he has affected the business of the bookshop.
He told the two assistants to pull the severe words away from the door of the bookstore and throw them behind the counter to accompany Huang Qubing.
”Very nervous!” Huang Qubing holds the folding fan, opens and closes, opens and closes, repeatedly, making noise.
He said, ”well,” and nodded, ”I haven't slept well these days.”
Huang Qubing turns his head and looks at him.
Sure enough, the black eyes are covered with blood.
”I didn't sleep all night,” he said. His grandmother's never been so nervous. ”
If you don't believe me, who will you cheat.
Huang Qubing snorted, ”look at your eyes, I know what you are thinking. Do you think that I've published so many popular books that I can deal with all kinds of changes and be as stable as Mount Tai under any circumstances? ”
He nodded slowly, ”isn't it?”
Huang Qubing pretended to be profound, ”you don't understand!”
”Oh! I don't understand if you don't say it. ” The words are slow and leisurely, take out the last bit of strength with Huang Qubing.
Huang Qubing took a sip of tea to moisten his throat. ”Your novel is not very good. I'll use you because I don't have a script. ”
The harsh words were severely beaten.
But it doesn't matter, he has been hit too much this year.
Huang Qubing said a hundred times worse than the words he had heard.
He has built up a strong wall and is invulnerable.
Huang Qubing said that his novels were not well written and could not hit him at all.
”If you don't write well, you still use my manuscript. No wonder you are so nervous.”
make complaints about Tucao.
Huang Qubing hummed twice, ”time is too tight, there are not so many manuscripts for me to choose from. Otherwise, such good things will not fall on you. ”
”A three-day issue of” weekly life show ”, Huang Qubing's eyebrows and eyes pumping.
Never expected, Yushu Linfeng, he will also be called a madman one day.
”Second copy, look!” Yan CI excited, secretly pulled the sleeve of the next yellow to the disease.
Two people peek behind the counter like two thieves.
The manager has no temper.
Third
Fourth
Fifth
After the opening, a copy of ”big week life show” was sold out at a faster speed than they thought.
Yan Yan, eyes red, want to cry. Tears are rolling in the eyes.
He said excitedly, ”the first time someone read my novel.”
”I remember you were a shooter in the backyard for months and wrote a lot of novels.”
”Not the same, completely different. The shooter wrote according to other people's outline and narrative requirements. Now this book is completely my own idea and what I want to write. ”
At this moment, the old man's severe words, like a fragile child, just want to lean on the shoulder of Huang Qubing to cry hard.
Huang Qubing immediately dodged, his shoulder belongs to his mother, resolutely do not give stinky man to rely on.
”I'm sorry to hear that
Do you really think I want to rely on? I was so excited just now.
Huang Qubing laughs.
After such a interruption, the tension between them was relieved a lot.
A pile of ”weekly life show” sold out, and the guy moved out another pile and put it in the most conspicuous position.
”How much did you sell?” he asked
The guy laughed at him, ”don't you count?”
”I can't count it.” Chatting with Huang Qubing, I forgot how many copies I had counted.
The guy didn't sell the point. He told him that he had sold 500 copies.
”Five hundred?” He was surprised.
The man thought he was too few, so he said, ”this is just the beginning. There are few people. When it is near noon, there are many talents. It sold fast then. ”
His face was in a trance.
When he regained his consciousness, he patted Huang Qubing on the shoulder, unable to suppress the excitement, ”do you hear me? 500 copies have been sold, ha ha...”
”I only sold 500 copies in the early morning, please!”
Huang Qubing is not as optimistic as his strict words. He looks depressed and sighs repeatedly.
Xiaosi Sanshun stands behind the curtain and beckons to Huang Qubing.
Huang Qubing couldn't lift his spirits and look at him.
Seeing this, Sanshun could only come to the back of the counter and whispered, ”several newsboys are back. Do you want to see them, young master?”
”Back? Is it hard not to sell any of them? ”
It's over, it's over!
Huang Qubing's heart wails, so desperate.
Three smooth corners of the mouth smoke, want to smoke childe a meal, how to do?”You misunderstood me. All the newsboys are sold out. This will be in the back of the account, take the goods, ready to go out and sell again
Huang Qubing a listen, instant with hit chicken blood like, a face excited.
”Are you serious? Are they really sold out? ”
”I dare not deceive you.”
Huang Qubing pushes aside the boy Sanshun and runs to the backyard.
Yan Yan did not stare at the door, followed Huang Qubing and ran back to the hospital.
Sanshun and the shopkeeper exchanged a look.
Qi Qi breathed a sigh of relief.
My God, two psychopaths finally let the counter out.
Customers are already whispering. When did the argumentative Youth Publishing House have two more psychopaths.