Another World Under My Pen

Sun Peng is really indifferent to Chinese or Japanese.

Slam dunk is going to enter the Japanese market sooner or later, so if there are two Japanese singers, it is definitely a good thing. If these two people have greater influence in Japan, it would be even better. Of course, in Luo Cheng's own status, the level of Japanese singers he knows must not be lower!

And in this world, the relationship between China and Japan is quite good.

Although the Sino-Japanese War of Sino-Japanese War in the 19th century took place, China never gave Japan any chance. From fighting soy sauce during World War I to helping the United States beat Japan painfully during World War II, it finally completely held down this while taking revenge. Little brothers who fell in love and killed each other. Although no one is economically developed, the political, military and other fields have been hanging on.

As long as China is stronger than Japan, this relationship will certainly not be bad.

So Sun Peng, who has gradually adapted to this world, gradually dissipated some angry youth thoughts in his previous life. He nodded and smiled: "Okay, the person introduced by Luo Ge is definitely not bad, but I haven't been to Japan recently... Well, speaking of it, I do plan to go out with my girlfriend recently, or go to Japan?"

This year's travel plan has been delayed by the two.

"That's OK, let me ask you a question first!"

Luo Cheng was also happy to hear that Sun Peng said, and nodded: "I believe they will not refuse. If you plan to go to Japan, you can just ask them to help arrange it, haha..."

...

While Sun Peng was enjoying a sumptuous meal at King Luo Tian's house, "Slam Dunk" became more and more popular.

The number of fans of the Four Heavenly Kings and Transcendence is so huge!

In fact, even if it is the youngest, it is also a transcendence band that has just entered for a year. The number of fans is higher than that of Sun Peng. After all, the popularity of good songs is much stronger than that of martial arts novels. As for the other four heavenly queens, everyone has at least tens of millions of fans, even more than 200 million in total!

What is this concept? What does it mean?

Everyone posts Weibo in response to Sun Peng’s invitation, which means that more than 200 million people may see this message and know the existence of "Slam Dunk"!

Of course, this is only in the most ideal state.

In fact, although the stars have many Weibo fans, there are not that many people who really follow idol Weibo every day, and most of them are the kind that they haven't read much after following them. But even if it is only a small part, how many people will see it under the base of 200 million? And among these people, how many are interested in "Slam Dunk"?

The answer is...

"What? Sold out?"

Standing in front of the newspaper booth at the subway entrance after get off work, Zhao Zhihuo couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Yes, it's sold out!"

The little boss spread his hands, with a helpless look: "Who knows what kind of wind the "Tianyu Boys" is in this issue, a large group of middle school students came to grab it at noon, and the goods I ordered in the afternoon have not been delivered... Excuse me, why don't I keep a copy for you, and you will come and pick it up tomorrow morning?"

tomorrow morning?

After listening to the little boss, Zhao Zhihuo was speechless.

What if I wait until tomorrow morning to buy it from you? Is it good to buy at the newsstand at the door? Zhao Zhihuo started to regret a bit now, regretting that he had decided not to set a year's "Tianyu Boy" for Mao?

Some of this stuff didn't feel it, but I didn't have to read it before I suddenly realized that I really liked reading comics again.

After all, Lao Bai's story is really good!

If it were a few months ago, Zhao Zhihuo said that he would not believe that he would start reading comics again, and the actor was still a comic of a bad boy. He didn't actually understand it until now, but when he saw that guy rejoined the basketball team and started working hard to become a basketball player, Zhao Zhihuo felt touched.

He remembered his high school days, when he was obsessed with basketball.

So when he thought that there would be no comic entertainment on the way home, Zhao Zhihuo was extremely disappointed, and waved his hand: "Forget it, if there is no one, I will change a place..."

"Ouch, here comes!"

Just as Zhao Zhihuo was about to turn around and leave, the little boss of the newsstand suddenly cried out in surprise: "Look, the delivery truck of Tianyu Boys is here. Wait a few minutes, and there will be magazines soon. !"

"Boss, give me a copy!"

Hearing the call of the little boss, a young man who looked like an office worker next to him shouted immediately.

"Uh... then get a copy!"

After a daze, Zhao Zhihuo quickly took out his wallet.

And just as Zhao Zhihuo watched the little boss and the delivery man eagerly, more and more young office workers walked out of the office building. Following the middle school students who left school earlier, the little boss ushered in another wave. The climax of buying books...

...

"...The south side of the city is urging again, where is the car?"

"The positioning shows that there are still 500 meters, but the Xiangcui Road at this point...no one can guarantee how long it will be!"

"Sorry, Lao Li, the car is 500 meters away from your company, but the traffic jam is terrible!"

...

"Okay, I'll call them again, and it won't affect your get off work!"

"Jingle Bell……"

"Damn, why did it come again just after hanging up? What happened to this today?"

...

The publishing department of "Tianyu Boys" magazine was like a vegetable market all afternoon. Telephone ringing, answering sound, explanation sound, and arguing sound merged into a lively symphony, and it was not considered slow until half past six. Slowly stopped.

"Head, it's almost seven o'clock!"

Xiao Zhao looked at the wall clock on the wall of the office and said bitterly, "I have been busy all afternoon, and my stomach is almost hungry. No...let them eat first? It's all this time. I guess no one will ask for goods. Up!"

"Ok……"

Looking at the expectant faces under his men, of course, the most important thing is the feeling of burning in his stomach. Director Li of the publishing department couldn't help but hesitate.

Everyone didn’t seem to have a good meal at noon!

As soon as the takeaway delivered a few bites, there was a wave of phone calls in the office, and many distributors began to urge delivery. And the editor-in-chief Shi Cheng, who is very concerned about the sales of this issue of the magazine, is also frequently urging. The tossing distribution department is all in turmoil, and it was only just now that it suddenly relaxed.

but……

Looking at the weather outside, Director Li gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone, hold on until 7:30! You will take everyone to a good meal after get off work, and remember to get the invoice back."

"……Row!"

Seeing the leader's message, Xiao Zhao could only nod his head.

"Jingle Bell……"

When the phone rang again, Xiao Zhao didn't yell at other colleagues about where to go for the delivery, but turned to look at the director: "Head, the editor-in-chief is looking for you, let you go there now."

"Okay, you guys go on!"

After giving the order, Director Li came to the editor-in-chief's office in a hurry.

"Editor in chief, today's sales are very good!"

As soon as he entered the door and waited for Shi Cheng to ask questions, Director Li proactively smiled: "And it's not a small thing, it's a great thing! We supplemented them with more than 20,000 magazines in Beijing alone throughout the afternoon, and at least more than 100,000 in the country! You The decision to print 300,000 copies this time is really too wise..."

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