Suspense world.

"Everyone, what do you think about the suspense world that comes to March?"

Wei Heming, editor-in-chief of Suspense World, took a sip of tea and said in the conference room of the editorial department.

"Editor-in-chief, it is said that March has not written supernatural novels for ten years. Can I still write them now?"

An editor soon said.

"Yes, if we don't write for a year, we will have a hand, let alone ten years. Editor-in-chief, I'm not optimistic about March."

Another editor also said.

"I think it can be used. March is also a supernatural master who was on par with Zhang Yunping back then. Although he has been writing more popular martial arts for the past ten years, he has been terrible, but I think he still has the ability to write. We can use March's fame to make a gimmick before Zhang Yun serialized the novel."

An editor sitting on the left made his comments.

"I agree with Guohua's opinion. No matter what, March is still more famous than ordinary authors. It is said that March has joined the previous episodes of the middle-night talk. Everyone has seen the performance of the middle-night talk recently. The writing skills of March are indeed good. We dug up March, which can be regarded as a way out for the middle-night talk."

"Yes, the talk in the middle of the night was already dead. Unexpectedly, the recent issues have revived. Supernatural magazines are already niche. There is a well-known magazine on the market. There are two more, or even three more companies. This market cannot be achieved at all. I suggest that our suspense world bring March to bring it over."

"I think it's better to forget it. Why did March turn to our suspense world? As far as I know, it seems that March and Midnight talks were broken. The news said that it was March's friend Lin Hao, who was also the editor of the midnight talks, who forced Zhou Qing to ask for the price too high. It's okay to dig him over, but I'm afraid, this March is a wolf that cannot be fed."

Several editors said everything, and expressed their opinions.

"Zhu Shi, what do you think?"

"I think it's okay to pull March over. But..."

"Zhu Shi", the deputy editor-in-chief of Suspense World, was a hero in the Suspense World and the middle of the night to talk about the war. Moreover, Zhu Shi was a supernatural expert, and he also came as a guest writer when he was an editor. His pseudonym "Zhu Sheng" is a well-known author in the industry. Many times, Wei Heming wondered whether if Zhu Shi was not an editor and wrote supernatural novels specifically, would he become an existence like Zhang Yun? However, there is no if in life. Zhu Shi is still an editor of Suspense World, and occasionally he will write a few manuscripts.

"But what?"

"I always feel sad in March. As for why sales have soared in the middle of the night recently, I feel a little bored."

"Let's go and do a survey."

"It's useless. The sales volume in the middle of the night is still too small and the base is not enough. In addition, March is talking about the key recommendation writers in the middle of the night. Even if you go to investigate, you can't find any problems."

"This is easy to deal with."

Wei Heming nodded, "The 303rd issue of the magazine was released in the middle of the night today. It is said that the Guijianchou in March has been removed from the shelves and has not appeared in the middle of the night. If the sales of this magazine still increased significantly, then it would be fine if it was not in the middle of the night. If the magazine's sales in the middle of the night show a sharp drop, then we can really absorb it in this March."

"That's OK."

Zhu Shi nodded. Although he felt that he was worried, this was just based on his personal experience. Many times, a mature editor would not completely believe in his own vision. Everything is spoken by data. The market will not lie. The most direct and effective way to test whether an author's work is well written or not is also through the market.

The day after the meeting, Suspense World got the sales data of the 303rd issue of the magazine in the middle of the night: 50,000 copies.

This data shocked Wei Heming and Zhu Ming on the spot.

Before Gui Jianchou in March entered the magazine in midnight, he stayed at about 50,000 copies in the middle of the night. Then, the magazine in midnight invited March. As soon as Gui Jianchou came out, sales immediately increased by more than 6,000 copies. Next, the magazine in midnight rushed to the peak of 70,000 copies with the efforts of 301 and 302 issues.

Unexpectedly, after the talks between March and midnight broke down, Gui Jianchou's sales dropped to 50,000 copies.

It dropped by 20,000 in an instant.

In addition to showing the sharp drop in sales in the middle of the night, this achievement also shows the weight of March in the middle of the night.

"No wonder that March dared to call the price to 2,000 thousand words. It seems that he is really capable. Fortunately, the funds were tight in the middle of the night talk recently. Otherwise, let this guy post a few more issues, and it would be difficult to talk in the middle of the night and return to the weekly 100,000-volume club."

Wei Heming said with emotion.

"Oh, I'm old and even my vision is wrong. Lao Wei, I'll take back what I said before. I can really bring it here this March. However, this person is too crazy, you need to be careful."

"I know this."

Wei Heming nodded, "But now, his offer can be met. It doesn't matter whether Zhang Yun's novels start serializing or not."

"That's the reason."

...

"Editor Zhou, March has jumped into the suspense world."

Suspense World just signed a contract with March, and Lin Hao from the magazine on the other side got the news.

When he walked into the editor-in-chief's office in the middle of the night, Lin Hao said sarcastically.

But he didn't expect that Zhou Qing didn't say anything and replied lightly, "Oh, that's it."

"Editor-in-chief, don't you regret it?"

Seeing that the effect of these words was not achieved, Lin Hao asked again.

"What do you regret?"

"I regret letting go of March. If we talked about continuing to publish March manuscripts in the middle of the night, it is obvious that the sales of our magazines in this issue would not have fallen so badly. Maybe if we cooperated well with March, it would be almost the same for the sales of March in the middle of the night to exceed 100,000 copies."

"Lin Hao, Lin Hao, do you regret that I let me go for March, or do you regret that you can't get the kickback?"

"Editor, what do you mean?"

"What does it mean, Lin Hao, although I have not been very concerned about the editorial department in recent years, I still know who has done what. It's okay if you get some kickbacks, but don't think that I, the editor-in-chief, don't know your cleverness. If you have anything to do in the future, you will be with me. Even if you are a relative of the boss, I will drive you."

"you……"

Seeing Zhou Qing speaking so seriously, Lin Hao was also afraid and had to leave with hatred.

"This Lin Hao, alas, the company is so big, and everyone has been cheated by these borers."

Watching Lin Hao leave, Zhou Qing sighed.

But this seems good news.

March switched to the suspense world, tsk.

The suspense world thought it had dug a treasure, hehe, who do you know what the sales volume in the middle of the night was because of?

Not to mention you, even the editor-in-chief who was in the middle of the night, it only took a few weeks to wake up.

Since you're going to dig out March, it's fine, see you on Monday.

He was very much looking forward to what consequences would arise when the suspense world published a March manuscript.

However, Zhou Qing, who was gloating, was also depressed.

Where did this guy go to the Fanchen who wrote about Stories from a Chinese Studio?

I don’t think that 800 thousand words is too little.
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