Chapter 247
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Qu Xuemei looked away from the clothes and told her assistant, "Tell them to get to work. Just follow the procedure."
The assistant asked again, "Citizen's complimentary photo album is a sample of perfume. Isn't that a bit over budget?"
Qu smiled at her assistant. The young man still has a lot to learn.
She reminded her assistant, "We also get a commission for the publication of the photo album. Moreover, this is a sponsorship requested by the advertisers of the book."
A brand called J Clothing wants to advertise in our magazine. It's said that they want to do it at the same time as Qin Guan's photo album. "
"It's a pity that our style doesn't suit him. I think he will go to Rayli."
"Besides, the limited number of books in Asia is not a lot. China will be able to sell half of them. Do you think Citizen won't hold a signing event?"
"I think it will be held at the end of the year. They will take advantage of the surge in purchasing power."
Qu Xuemei smiled at her assistant. Her assistant's eyes were full of stars. He left the office and passed on the chief editor's order downstairs.
Fu, who was good at statistics, had a vague feeling that his chief editor really appreciated Qin Guan.
Qu Xuemei waited for her assistant to leave before picking up the clothes that were dry-cleaned.
She walked to the tall yellow wooden cabinet beside the desk and opened the foldable door. It was filled with Qin Guan's belongings.
There were posters all over the cabinet, newspaper clippings from competitions when Qin Guan had first made his debut, and even the background photos of Qin Guan during the Horse Racing Festival.
Qu Xuemei hung up the suit and smiled contentedly. She had one more piece in her collection.
As for the sales of the complimentary photo album, they would see the result the next day.
The next day, Qin Guan's photo album went on sale in the sales section of fashion magazines all over Asia.
China, Hong Kong, Macao, Taiwan, Japan and South Korea were the mainstream markets. Countless top fashion magazines of different types had included Qin Guan's photo album as a gift.
Readers in different regions were experiencing the same scene.
China:
"The main issue of VOGUE is 15 yuan. Girl, look at this issue. It's a photo magazine. Take a look."
The stingy Old Zhang of the newsstand actually bought a copy with his own money. He unfolded the content page by page and placed it in the most obvious spot on the bookshelf.
He had made a small fortune by accident, so he kept it in his mind. Today, Xiaowang, who delivered the newspaper, had brought the magazine. Old Zhang had his eyes on it immediately.
Using his thick skin, he snatched all the goods from the surrounding five stores.
The girl flipped through two pages and found that it was a photo album of the first issue of VOGUE. As a die-hard fan of the magazine, how could she not buy it?
The boss happily received a 50 yuan note and handed over the two magazines. He also gave a beautiful pocket-sized flower basket containing only 5 ml of perfume samples.
"The money is just right. It's a gift for buying the photo album. Take it."
The little girl happily accepted the gift. It was the brand of the Blue Perfume Station. She could even pass by their shop when she got off work.
If the samples tasted good, she would consider becoming their customer.
The things that made Old Zhang's mouth split open continued …
At the same time, the owners of the Japanese and Korean magazine stores took a tough approach.
"What? Why is this issue so expensive? " Are you kidding me? "A few little girls were hesitating by the bookshelf with JJ and Rayli magazines in their hands.
"Ayumi, it's a two-issue set with a photo album. Look at the cover. It's related to the Citizen theme. Who is this? He's so handsome! "
The two girls hesitated for a while before they bought a copy of the magazine. They regretted their decision later.
Just for the ownership of a magazine, these two people fought to the point where they would never see each other again.
Wang Jingcao returned to her independent office in Huayi, sweating profusely.
Recently, she had taken on more and more artists. She, who liked to handle everything meticulously, was quite busy.
Several days ago, her assistant had been waiting for the album to appear on the market, as Wang had requested.
He proudly took today's data and waited to report it to his boss.
Wang picked up a glass from the table. The temperature of the water was just right. She looked up at the clever young man with satisfaction. "Xu Chen, tell me. Are the results ready?"
Xu Chen opened the notebook he had prepared earlier and reported in a clear and organized manner, "The limited edition photo album has a circulation of only 10,000 copies in Asia. Among the 10 fashion magazines, China's main battlefield takes up half of it. The rest is divided equally among the other countries according to the proportion of the population."
"Ten minutes ago, the statistician sent over the news. The total sales for the day has already reached 35%. This photo album is selling very quickly. I think it will be sold out in less than a week from the original one month sales period."
"As per your request, I've already contacted the entertainment reporters from Hong Kong, Japan, Korea, and Singapore. This morning, they sent over the photos related to the photo sale."
"I've collected all the information. You can find a file on the employee platform. Call me if you need anything else."
After that, Xu Chen swiftly placed the big book on Wang Jingcao's desk and stood aside, waiting for the next instruction from his boss.
Wang Jingcao gulped down two mouthfuls of water to soothe her parched throat. She nodded at her smart assistant and said with satisfaction, "Xiao Xu, go pick a script first. I'll look for you if I have any questions."
"Okay!" Xu Chen nodded and left Wang Jingcao's office.
Wang sat down behind the computer with the data and opened a small file.
In the photo, there was an obvious Nagoya style of Japanese architecture, accompanied by quite artistic flower arrangement art. The color contrast was very clear. Who would have thought that this was a unique reading tea room?
The owner of the teahouse was a gentle-looking traditional woman. There were Japanese magazines on the shelves, but Qin Guan's photo albums were piled up on the shelves.
This was an inexplicably crazy fan. Under the gentle appearance, there was a fiery heart.
In the book and newspaper borrowing area, a few scattered people seemed to be at a loss. This was because in the photo, this gentle boss was rejecting customers who were trying to buy her photo.
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