Early in the morning, at Atlanta City Vic Street, Red Umbrella Bookstore.

"Waiter, do you have "The Fighting King of the Wrath"? The lucky Andre's book."

"No."

"Shit, what kind of garbage bookstore is this?"

"Hey, boy! Can you give me a copy of "The King of Fights"?"

"Sorry, there is no such comic here."

"Uh, I said, no wonder this place is so deserted. So I still have to queue up. To hell, there are hundreds of people waiting there."

At this time, Kadir, the owner of the Red Umbrella Bookstore, had a look of earth. His clerk Lowry couldn't help but look at him sideways.

"Boss, the people at the entrance of the Fengling Bookstore have already lined up to the end of the alley. They got a total of 200 books today, but I guess I can't hold on for long--"

"I know, I know!"

Kadir snorted and his eyes wandered: "It's nothing, it's just a popular comic, it's just a turnover of more than two thousand gold shields."

"The problem is that our sales have dropped by 30% in the past two days."

Lowry lowered his head and dusted the dust that did not exist on the bookshelf with his feathers: "Those customers are not patient at all. I heard that they can't buy "The King of Angry" and they don't want to stroll around the store."

Kadir's breathing began to become heavier.

“It’s more than that boss.”

Here is another young female clerk: "They also play bundled sales and have to buy other things from their store to get this comic."

"Shit!"

Kadir verbally yelled: "Is this a violation? Can Rising Sun Publishing House accept it?"

The female clerk spread her hands: "It is said that she was severely warned by the publisher and was on TV. Didn't you watch it last night? But they still do whatever they should do, but it's not so rampant. The only thing they sell is stationery and handicrafts run by their bookstores. There is no way, Atlanta City is now selling more than 300 more than 300 people."

"But there are at least two thousand bookstores in Atlanta City, and there are many newsstands-"

Kadir muttered dissatisfiedly: "Don't they sell goods in other bookstores? I promise to be honest and honest."

"But boss, we have an agreement with Ferguson Media Group."

“Hell agreement!”

Kadir walked to the counter and picked up the phone: "What is the phone number of Sun Rising Press? Does that sales manager seem to be called Delary?"

"There is in the second drawer under the table."

The clerk Lowry couldn't help but be surprised: "Are you going to the Xuri Publishing House to purchase goods? But the boss is only a turnover of two thousand gold shields."

"Bastard, do you think I can't count? It's more than 2,000 in a few days, and this comic is more than just one volume."

Kadill twitched his lips, and he just saw the drawer below: "Ferguson's concession is very large, and there is also a sales commission. But the newspapers and publications they operate now cannot reach the store."

"So, store manager, do you know what to say?"

"What should I say? Of course I know, this time it's either one or the other."

However, this phone number was busy several times, and it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon when it was dialing.

"Kadir Store Manager? Is the Red Umbrella Bookstore?"

The voice over there was a bit of alienation: "Sir, our printing factory is running at full capacity now, and I'm afraid we can't draw more sources of goods for you."

"Darry! Dlarry, put away your set, I know you have the goods there. Will our bookstore end the cooperation with Ferguson Media Group? OK?"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what you mean?"

"I mean, we'll move all the publications of Ferguson Media into the corner of the bookstore."

"Kadir Store Manager, we do not agree with this behavior that will damage the competitors."

The sales manager named Delarry obviously added a bit of enthusiasm to his tone: "But since you are so sincere, I can get you thirty copies. But before that, can we have a salesperson going to your store to see the environment?"

“What if we stop selling Ferguson Media’s publications?”

The eyes of the store manager Kadill were glimmering: "We will also put the Atlanta Labor Daily and the Georgia Post in the first row."

“And the Atlanta Daily Telegraph.”

The voice on the phone was already filled with praise: "100 volumes, you can arrive at the store at 5 a.m. tomorrow. This is the maximum amount that I can give you within my authority. If you want to add it, you have to find my boss. So, I will give you some Andre's pictorials, do you know? They have sold very well recently, and those girls like it very much. OK, so that's it."

"Why must it be tomorrow morning? Is it not possible in the afternoon?"

The store manager Kadill complained and put down the phone, then glanced at his clerk, Lowry: "Notify Ferguson Media that they either bring their own things back or we will send them into the warehouse. Then make an announcement that tomorrow at 9 o'clock, the bookstore will have three hundred copies of "The Furious Fighting the King of Heaven" and two hundred Andre's pictorials. Lowry, should we also sell them?"

"Wow, store manager, don't you hate that lucky Andre?"

"I still hate it, I hate it."

The store manager Kadir grinned: "So I decided to make back all the money I lost on him."

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In the Ferguson News Building, in a conference room on the 32nd floor, it was a tragic wind and rain. Everyone present had a cold face and a low breath.

"Our cable room still cannot be repaired? What did Noah say? Twelve days? The repair cost is 15 million gold shield, right? Let them eat shit! After twelve days, who else will come to visit our TV station? Tell them that 15 million gold shield is OK, the time must be shortened to 10 days, and this requirement must be written into the contract."

"Adler, negotiate with several TV stations in Atlanta as soon as possible to see if they can borrow their equipment. No matter what the price is, as long as they can survive these ten days."

"Ride, how about the loan negotiations for Georgia People's Bank? They refused? Why? Ferguson Media's ability to repay loans is unquestionable!"

"Waste! They are all waste! Why are my subordinates all a bunch of idiots?"

"Tell Lasha that we will give him the money we owe, but not now. Ask him if he still wants to work with our TV station? If his show still wants to appear on Ferguson Cable, please shut up."

Mandivin Ferguson sat in the chairperson position, like an out-of-control tyrant, wantonly venting his anger to his subordinates.

At this moment, a knock suddenly sounded at the door of the conference room, and then a female employee walked in with a pale face holding a folder in her hand.

Mandivin Ferguson couldn't help but look at the person in a side view: "Who are you? From the sales department? Don't you know we're in a meeting?"

"Chairman, there is something new happening now, I think I have to report to you."

The female employee was obviously frightened: "Just one and a half hours after your meeting, there were another 124 bookstores, so that we could get back all the publications sold on behalf of others."

Mandivin Ferguson's breath instantly became even colder, but this time he did not scold, but frowned: "It's because of "The King of Angry", is the sales still very hot, right?"

“Yes, Chairman.”
Chapter completed!