"Boss, a morning paper, please. Is it in a new magazine? How about VOGUE? "
"Boss, a magazine please!"
The office worker, who was about to be late, threw 15 yuan into the change box, grabbed the last copy of VOGUE without hesitation, and ran away.
The elite white-collar worker, who was about to reach for the book in front of the bookshelf, stared dumbfoundedly at the empty magazine shelf. The magazine that he liked was snatched away from him just like that, caught off guard.
"Boss, do you still have the magazine from before?" She asked the stall owner, unwilling to give up.
Lao Zhang's face was full of wrinkles, like a blooming chrysanthemum. "No hurry. If you want to buy it, reserve it with me. I'll save it for you tonight."
"Okay. Please write it down for me. I'll pick it up at six o 'clock. It's the VOGUE with the black and white cover."
"Don't worry, how about you!" Old Zhang promised.
He looked at his watch. It was 8: 30. If he could deliver it in time, he could catch the end of the morning rush.
He picked up the public phone in the pavilion and called Wang Xiao Er.
"The number you have dialed is busy. Please try again later …"
"Beep … Beep … Click. Hello, Mr. Zhang?" Wang Xiaoer answered the phone. "You want to increase the order, right? How many copies do you want? "
"Add 30 more today's amount? 50 tomorrow? Okay, I'll believe you! "
"No, I don't know how many stocks the publisher has. How could I lie to you? Everyone loves money. Just wait for my call. "
Wang Xiaoer hung up. The five newsstands he was in charge of were all out of stock. The new order was 100 copies. He hadn't expected the first issue to be so popular!
No, other merchants must have encountered the same situation as well. I need to hurry up and snatch the goods from Big Brother Pipe.
The office of VOGUE was quiet. The assistant looked at the clock on the wall. It was 8: 40. The morning rush would be over in an hour and 20 minutes.
The success of the distribution department would depend on the final data report.
Ring, ring, ring. The phones on the table rang one after another.
"Hello? Hello, VOGUE Distribution Department. Yes, you need to make up for it. Yes, twelve thousand. Okay! "
"Hello? Today it will be 6,000, tomorrow it will be 15,000. Sigh, alright! "
The assistants answered the calls one after another in a flurry. In less than two minutes, a beautiful number of new subscriptions was placed on the desk of the director of the distribution department. “
Daily subscriptions in the capital: 17,000
SH: 21,000
TJ:8000
GZ: 12,000
…..
The statistics for the ten cities were released before the sales peak. On the first day, the sales volume had reached 80,000 copies.
Qu Xuemei dialed several numbers confidently, and the machines of the printing factory roared again. It only took a day to sell 70% of the inventory, so in this golden week, he was really looking forward to it.
This time, no department jumped out to stop their own chief editor from increasing the print run. They had long been convinced by the foresight of this sharp leader.
The sales of VOGUE stopped at 170,000 copies on the first day.
That was the same as ELLE's domestic sales.
Qu Xuemei looked at the flashing neon lights across the street with an imperceptible smile on her face. This is just the beginning. The bolder ones will have the last laugh.
As the days went on, the sales volume of each magazine gradually fell. After the golden 7 days of sales, in the remaining 20 days of the month, the continuous sales volume was so small that it was negligible.
Reports of VOGUE's first best-seller appeared on the desks of other competitors one after another.
The total sales volume was 1.7 times higher than ELLE's and 1.3 times higher than Rayli's. VOGUE had won the first place of the month in the same proportion.
It was the first time that such a thing had happened in China. Yin Yan threw the final result into the shredder with a bitter smile. Watching the strips of white paper fall into the trash can from the exit, she felt as if she had drunk a cup of thick unsweetened coffee. It was extremely bitter.
I had a chance to make the magazine a hit, but I didn't cherish it. If I could go back in time, I would shout at Qu, "Let me go! Let Qin Guan go! "
Wristwatches, accessories, handbags, shoes, and the advertising departments of some first-tier brands all had the data faxed by the Market Research Department on their desks.
Looking at the amazing figures behind VOGUE, they drew a circle around the promotion plan for the next quarter.
At the party of "Graceful Princess", Fan Pingping was flipping through the latest issue of VOGUE absent-mindedly. She put Qin Guan's exquisite black and white cover in front of her agent.
"I want to be on the cover of VOGUE!"
"Impossible! Stop dreaming!"
"Why? Qin Guan can be on it! "
"It's the Asian edition, not the main issue of VOGUE."
"Then I'll accept it as the Asian edition. Qin Guan will be the cover model of the first issue. "
The agent licked her lips awkwardly. "VOGUE has a high standard. They like to invite famous models to be on the cover. It's their tradition. There are opportunities for domestic female stars to be on the cover, but you're not that popular yet."
Fan Pingping was so angry that she raised her eyebrows. "Which movie star is qualified to be on the cover? Tell me! "
"Zhang Manyu!"
"She's famous because she debuted early. If I can get a good TV series, I'll do well too! "
Fan Pingping looked at Qin Guan unwillingly. If I could be on the cover, my photos would be as beautiful as Qin Guan's.
However, the truth was cruel. VOGUE's cover was not something one could get easily.
In less than a week, Qu Xuemei's desk was filled with invitations from all kinds of entertainment companies. She had received so many requests for their models to be on the cover of VOGUE.
Most of them were willing to work for the magazine for free. She looked proudly at the enlarged cover photo of Qin Guan on the glass wall of her office. She touched his neutral chin in the photo.
This is the horse I've discovered...
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia Qin Guan's good mood was not affected by the competition. He had just returned home with two boxes of beer from the nearest supermarket.
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