The publication date of "Qingyuan" is usually every Monday, today is Wednesday, and each issue is fixed as of Wednesday afternoon. Usually, the layout will be sent to the printing factory at this time.

Printing on Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and distributed to newspapers on Sunday, and officially launched on Monday.

"Qingyuan" has a small circulation, and subscribers are basically young female white-collar workers in the city, so there is no need to distribute magazines to various parts of Luocheng.

It’s easy to turn around if the boat is small. Some big magazines even need to confirm the page one or two weeks in advance and print it in advance. "Qingyuan" doesn’t have this trouble.

After Li's father sent the layout to the printing factory, he officially got off work.

I didn't even eat cosine's supper, and I plunged into the room and fell asleep. I didn't sleep all night last night, and I revised the manuscript for another day during the day, and my mental state was already at its limit.

In the next few days, Cosine's rhythm of life returned to the previous salted fish rhythm, and she played games with Sister Yanyu Rongrong at home every day.

Mainly play the parallel world version of "League of Legends", and occasionally play some other stand-alone games online.

Sister Rongrong is still very addicted to food. She often hits 0-10-1 in less than 10 minutes of the game, and then scolds the keyboard and mouse for being uncomfortable and not playing.

After the second sister hung up, the rhythm of Cosine was obviously smoother, and she miraculously won one or two games.

Yu Xian asked Li Wanrong, Sister Rongrong, you are so naughty, why are you so addicted? You should not experience the fun of the game even if you lose and die.

Li Wanrong just said, I like to play games with Xiaoxian.

Occasionally, if a friend calls Li Wanrong out, his second sister will find reasons to reject them, and his aunt comes or his stomach is uncomfortable.

Then he turned to Cosine and said, "Unless necessary, a fool would go out for June, he came back from shopping last time. His pants were soaked and sweaty."

After a few days, it was finally Monday, and Yu Xian followed Li's father to the magazine again.

The employees in the magazine were not interested in working, and Li’s father would call Li Wanzi from time to time to ask about the order status of "Qingyuan".

Monday's sales will basically account for half of the current sales, and Monday morning's sales will account for more than half of the day's sales.

The sales volume of "Qingyuan" last issue was less than 30,000, and Li's father expected that the sales volume of this issue would return to around 50,000, which means that the sales volume on Monday should be 25,000, and the sales volume in the morning should be 15,000.

Li's father pressed his knuckles anxiously, "Qingyuan" has a small structure, and an excellent work is enough to bring "Qingyuan" away.

Although I have seen the revised "Ashes of Time" and the quality is excellent, it is hard to say about the reader's taste.

No editor or author dares to make a promise, he will definitely not be able to get out of his mind and will definitely grasp the readers' context.

Cosine comforted Li's father and said, "Dad, you don't need to be so nervous.

"Qingyuan" sold 130,000 yuan at its peak, and 70,000 yuan a year ago. Readers did not subscribe to "Qingyuan" because they were unable to see the main works for a long time.

Now that we have the main works, what we need to do is not to expand our territory, but to regain lost territory. The current sales reached 50,000, so there should be no problem."

"Well, I'm really too nervous."

Li's father nodded and his expression relaxed a little. Li's father's original estimate was that the current period was 50,000, and sales volume returned to the normal level of 70,000 in two or three periods, achieving a balance of revenue and expenditure.

As time passes by bit by bit, while Li’s father works with peace of mind, he still wants to know from time to time how the sales are, just like the candidates who were just the moment before the college entrance examination results came down.

"Dingling..."

A rapid ringtone rang, and everyone pricked their ears. At this time, everyone was very sensitive.

Li Wanzi picked up the phone and talked to the other side. Her sister's specific position is an intern editor, an assistant editor-in-chief, and a telephone customer service.

"Uh-huh."

"I understand, we understand the situation, please wait a moment."

Li Wanzi temporarily put down the phone, held the microphone, and said to Li's father in surprise: "Uncle, the printing factory called and said that all major newspapers and bookstores have sent people to the printing factory.

It is said that the sales of "Qingyuan" were unexpectedly good. The magazine they entered on the first day had sold 20,000 copies, and they wanted to add orders."

The editor of Big Apple quickly calculated and analyzed the specific sales: "It's 11:45 now, and 20,000 copies have been sold.

In other words, today's total sales can reach about 33,000, and this period's sales can reach 66,000, which is only 4,000 copies away from the balance of revenue and expenditure."

"No, it's very likely that the balance will be achieved in this period."

Sister Banana retorted and reminded: "Don't forget that Teacher Xiaoxian's royalties are much lower than those traditional famous artists."

"Will we be able to sell more than 70,000 copies in the next issue?"

"There is a high probability that, many readers don't know that we have found a new main project, and the sales volume in the next issue will only be higher.

It is expected that it will stabilize at around 80,000 in two or three periods."

...

Editors are flirting with each other and quickly calculate the sales volumes of the current period, the second period and even the next period.

"Add, let them add orders."

Li's father smiled happily. It was impossible for him, the editor-in-chief, to calculate the data that the editor could calculate.

With a wave of his hand, he reported a number with great enthusiasm: "Notify the printing factory that the bookstore will add orders, and we will also add more printing volume, and print 15,000 copies immediately.

We Qingyuan, we are going to fight a comeback today!”

Li Wanzi quickly finished communicating with the printing factory.

In recent months, rumors of magazines going bankrupt or layoffs have been circulating in the office, like a sword of Damocles hanging above everyone's head.

Now that the sword has been removed, the office is filled with joyful air, and there is no need to worry about being forced to leave Qingyuan.

Big Apple editor flattered Li’s father: “It’s still the editor-in-chief, and you can see at a glance that Teacher Xiaoxian’s works are rare masterpieces.

He also chose Teacher Xiaoxian's works as the main recommendation, and his hand-in-hand chess directly reversed the magazine's profit and loss, giving us at least three months of breathing time."

Li's father waved his hand and said modestly: "Xiao Xian's works are still outstanding.

With the reputation of "Qingyuan" alone, the sales volume this morning was only 15,000, which is an achievement that Xiaoxian can achieve under the premise that she is indeed at the level of a famous artist."

"Of course our Xiaoxian is amazing."

Li Wanzi raised her chest and raised her chin and said proudly: "Xiaoxian is a famous master among famous masters. His work is better than Mr. Wu Xiuqing's "First Snow in Luocheng"!"

Cosine smiled slightly and did not speak. She silently opened the official website of "Qingyuan" to view readers' feedback.

The Internet is a trend, and "Qingyuan" naturally has an official website for readers to give feedback on reading notes. There is also an unprofessional part-time maintenance worker responsible for maintaining the website in daily life.

At this time, there were more than a dozen more posts on the official forum, and the popularity was quite good, with the most dozen replies.

The one with the most replies on the cosine point.

[I have always been a loyal reader of "Qingyuan", and I have never left even in the year when "Qingyuan" did not promote the main work.

This morning I saw "Qingyuan" and found a new main project. I bought the magazine without hesitation. After reading it, I was shocked.

Teacher Cosine's writing style is one of the best among the famous works I have read so far.

There is a faint smell of Master Qingguang from Beigong, and the writing seems to be filled with snowflakes falling in the northern country in winter, which is cold and not vulgar.

The most important thing is that Teacher Cosine's writing has a strong sense of picture. Looking at Teacher Cosine's writing is like watching a movie.

Finally, I checked Qiange specifically and found no other works by Mr. Cosine. Mr. Cosine should be a writer who just debuted.

Looking forward to Teacher Cosine bringing us more excellent works.]

Cosine went back a few more lines, basically saying that she had clean writing and strong sense of writing and picture. She said that she liked stories, dialogues, and was looking forward to the next plot.

After thinking about it, Cosine understood the current situation.

The first issue only published 15,000 words. The story was just revealed at the tip of the iceberg, and there was no way to see much, so it was stolen by the style of Yasunari Kawabata's imitation of Yasunari.

However, readers of "Qingyuan" should not hate this story, or even like it more.

The sales volume in the next few periods should be as stable as Li’s father expected and achieve some profits.

If you can make a profit, there will be no problem.

"Qingyuan" is not a good work that cannot be made, but it is just a bad luck in the past year. The writers who have worked with are either dug up or gathered together without inspiration.

Halley's Comet passes by the side every 76 years. As long as "Qingyuan" can survive this most difficult stage, everything will be fine.

Li's father slapped Cosine on the back, shocking Cosine back to his senses.

"What's wrong with Dad?"

"Xiao Xian, your royalties are not as high as Teacher Wu Xiuqing, but the sales of your works are indeed better.

After all, he is a veteran master. I can only increase your royalties to 1,200 thousand words. Any more is a kind of praise.

Don’t think too much.”

"How could it be, Dad?"

Cosine smiled and said, "I am already satisfied that I can get a contract with a famous artist in my first work.

I'm not the kind of person who likes to be petty, it doesn't matter how much more or less."

Mr. Li was very pleased: "I just like your casual personality.

But you still have to fight for it. In the future, you will understand after staying in Qingliu circle for a long time."

Cosine was puzzled. How did the Qingliu circle mentioned in this regard be the same as the battlefield?

"It's not good!"

Sister Banana panicked, ran over with her laptop in her arms, and pushed the laptop in front of the father and son.

"Just just now, a veteran famous artist from Yanzhou suddenly tagged our official account on Weibo, and he was not very polite in his words."

There are also Weibo in this parallel world. Weibo means microblog, which is quite different from Sina Weibo in previous lives.

In the past, Sina operated a Weibo management poorly. Boxers, capital, and overseas forces are popular and are nicknamed by some people.

The great men in this world are even stronger and attach great importance to the development of culture and art. People's wisdom has been opened, and capital is afraid to get involved in the cultural industry.
Chapter completed!