Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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"Boss, come to the morning paper, huh? A new magazine? Then another vogue?"

"The boss comes to a magazine!"

On the change box, he hurriedly dropped 15 yuan, and the office worker who was about to be late did not hesitate to take the last vogue and ran!

The elite white-collar workers who were reaching for the book in front of the bookshelf were stunned and looked at the empty magazine rack. Their favorite magazine was so unexpected that they were robbed from the side.

"Does the boss have the magazine just now?" she asked the stall owner unwillingly.

Lao Zhang's face was full of smiles and folds, like a blooming chrysanthemum: "No hurry, no hurry, if you want to buy and book with me, I will leave it for you at night."

"That's it, you write it down for me. I came to get it around six o'clock in the evening and it was the black and white cover vogue."

"You can rest assured!" Lao Zhang should bear it.

He looked at his watch subconsciously, just 8:30, if the delivery was timely, he could catch up with a small tail in the morning peak.

He picked up the public pay phone in the pavilion and dialed Wang Xiaoer.

"The phone you dialed is currently on the phone, please try again later..."

"Boo...du...click, feed boss Zhang?" Wang Xiaoer answered the hot phone call and said, "Is it necessary to order a magazine? How many copies do you want?"

"Add 30 to today's amount? First set to 50 tomorrow? You can wait for me to believe it!"

"No, I don't know how much inventory the publisher has. How can I lie to you? Who can't live with money? You just wait for my news."

Wang Xiaoer hung up the phone, and the five newsstands he was responsible for were sold out at the same time. Today's new order is 100, but I did not expect this first magazine to sell so well!

If you can’t do it, other retail merchants must have encountered it.

Vogue's distribution office is quiet. The assistant looks at the big clock hanging on the wall. The pointer points to the time of 8:40, and another hour and 20 minutes later, the early sales peak on the first launch day will pass.

The successful performance of the issuing department depends on the final data report.

The telephones on the ‘jingle bell, jingle bell’ rang again and again.

"Hello? Hello, vogue publishing department, uh you need to track down, uh uh number is twelve thousand uh uh!"

"Hey? Today is set at 6000, tomorrow is set at 15,000, oh good!"

A few assistants followed the phone calls one after another, but in two minutes, a beautiful updated data was placed on the desktop of the director of the distribution department. "

Increase in the capital on the day: 17,000

sh: 21,000

tj:8000

gz: 12,000

……….

The statistics of the ten cities have not yet reached the peak of sales, and the statistics reached 80,000 copies on the first day.

Qu Xuemei made a few calls with a full chest, and the sound of the printing plant's machine rumbling again. It only took one day to sell 70% of the inventory, so in this gold sales week, I really look forward to it.

No other department has popped up this time to block the number of reprints by their editors. They have already been convinced by the foresight of this keen leader.

Vogue magazine's first day sales eventually stopped above the 170,000 figure.

This is already the same as domestic sales of elle clothing.

Qu Xuemei looked at the elle building with neon lights across the street. A slight imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. This is just the beginning, and who is more courageous is the one who laughs to the end.

As the days progressed, the sales of various magazines gradually fell, and the seven-day sales period of gold was passed. During the remaining twenty days of this month, the continuous sales are small and can be ignored.

A copy of the vogue's first sales data report appeared on the desks of other competitors.

The total sales volume exceeds 1.7 times that of elle clothing and 1.3 times that of Ruili clothing. Under the same ratio, it won the monthly sales champion.

At least in China, this is the first time. Yin Yan threw the final result into the shredder with a smile, watching the strips of white paper fall into the trash bin from the outlet slot, her heart was like drinking a cup of thick unsweetened coffee, very bitter Too.

There was an opportunity for the magazine to sell well before my eyes. I did not cherish it. If time can come again, I will yell at Qu Xuemei: let me go! Let go of that Qin Guan!

Watches, accessories, leather bags, shoes, and some of the advertising desks of some first-line brands are all placed on the faxed data from the market research department.

They looked at the amazing numbers behind Vogue and gave it a perfect circle in the promotion plan for the next quarter.

At the princess's killing party, Fan Pingping absently flipped through the latest issue of vogue magazine, and unhappyly placed Qin Guan's delicate and dazzling black and white cover in front of her agent.

"I want to be the cover of vogue!"

"Impossible, stop dreaming."

"Why? Qin Guan can go!"

"This is the Asian version, and not the main issue of vogue."

"I also recognized the Asian version of vogue! Isn't Qin Guan a cover model for the first issue?"

The agent licked his lip awkwardly and returned: "Vogue has a high style and likes to invite some supermodels to make the cover. This is their tradition. As for the domestic actresses, it is not without chance, but you have not yet Red to that share."

When Fan Pingping heard this, her angry eyebrows stood upside down: "Which movie star is qualified now? I'll listen to it!"

"Zhang Manyu!"

"Isn't it just early debut and high popularity? If I can get a good episode, I will do well!"

Fan Pingping reluctantly looked at such a beautiful magazine that photographed Qin Guan. If he could also put on the cover, the photos he took must be as beautiful as Qin Guan!

But the fact is so cruel, the vogue cover is not what you want.

Only one week after the vogue's first sales data came out, the major performing art companies piled up on Qu Xuemei's table recommended their models to take cover photos, and they filled her table.

Most people are willing to shoot for the magazine for free without paying. Qu Xuemei looked at the glass wall in the office interior with some pride, and the cover photo of Qin Guan, which has been enlarged n times, touched his hand. His **** slightly warped chin.

This is the Maxima I discovered...

These smokes permeated, and your contention did not affect Qin Guan's good mood at all, because he had returned two full cases of beer from the nearest supermarket near his home. (To be continued.)