In fact, if Zhang Zhong looks carefully, he can still see a poster with the four characters "Suspected in Tibet" not far behind the poster for "Flowers for Algernon".
And there is a paragraph on the poster: The new work of the winner of the Detective Master Award.
"The Suspect in Tibet" was launched at the end of last month, and it has been more than a week now.
When it first came out, with the help of the gimmick of being the winner of the Detective Master Award, the sales of this book were pretty good. However, soon, readers discovered that this book was just old wine in a new bottle.
The previous "Murder in Loulan" was indeed good, but now "The Suspect in Tibet" is too homogenous with it. It simply changed the location, and even the methods of committing the crime and the process of solving the crime are somewhat similar.
As a result, the reputation of this new book is definitely not very good. After the sales frenzy of the past few days, the popularity has dropped rapidly. Just when the fifth-grade vegetable "Flowers for Algernon" came out, the bookstore put its poster
Put it in an inconspicuous place at the back.
Unfortunately, these two books of different genres had not even gone through a head-on battle, and "The Suspect in Tibet" had already ended in defeat.
Zhang Zhong stood next to the bookshelf for a while, and the "Bouquet for Algernon" on the bookshelf was missing a layer, which showed how fast it was sold.
This time, the publishing house still had an "Easter Egg Marketing" and included postcards signed by fifth-grade vegetative people in some of the books, so the books were all sealed and were not allowed to be opened if you didn't buy them.
The bookstore specially sent staff to stand nearby, fearing that unknowing customers would open the book covers.
They are not making a fuss about this, because this has indeed happened before, and some unscrupulous customers will secretly open the book and see if there are postcards inside.
Books with "Easter Eggs" like this are not easy to sell once they are opened. They must either be sent back for repackaging or sold at a discount. Anyway, these are not what bookstores want to see.
Of course, for the sake of customers, the bookstore took apart a few copies and put them on the shelves as trial copies, but there were too few trial copies and too many people came to buy the books, so it was simply not enough.
Some people bought the book and didn't leave, just stood next to the bookshelf and read it. Some people started chatting while reading.
"I read some of this book on Weiyu, and after waiting for several days, I finally got the full version." A boy wearing glasses said.
"I also saw it on Weibo. The operation of the fifth-grade vegetative person is too fucked up." The little dark-skinned boy next to him nodded, with some complaints in his tone.
"But I didn't think it was science fiction when I watched it. Did the content behind it change?" said the boy with eyes.
"Actually, it can be considered science fiction. After all, the experiments in it don't exist in reality at all." said the short boy.
"That's true."
After a while, a little fat man joined the discussion, "Then the vegetative person will not write detective novels in the future?"
"Shut your crow mouth, I haven't seen enough of the Poirot series yet."
"You think it's possible that the vegetative person was angry because he didn't win the Detective Master Award, so he stopped writing about detectives."
"Not that much."
“It doesn’t feel like it, but it’s too much of a coincidence.”
"Yes, after that incident came out, he published two books, one was about espionage and the other was about science fiction."
"Hey, is that spy war book good? I haven't read it in a while. If it's good, I'll look for it later."
"It's so beautiful. I recommend you to watch it when you get back."
"I think it's okay. The key is that I don't like spy games, but detective suspense ones are better."
"Actually, I feel that if Vegeta publishes another detective book this year, it should be able to win the Detective Master Award."
"Who knows, it would be nice to have a book to read. Who needs to be picky?"
…
There are more and more people discussing, some chatting about books and some chatting about gossip.
After a while, a cry of excitement suddenly broke out from the crowd, "Damn it, I won the lottery."
Everyone looked towards the source of the sound. A boy was holding a postcard in his hand, his face flushed with excitement.
It turned out that his so-called winning was buying a book with a postcard inside, but everyone still looked at him with envy. After all, the probability of winning a postcard was not high, and there might not be one among hundreds of people.
Of course, among such lucky people, there are also those who are unlucky.
Zhang Chong saw a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old who bought twenty or thirty books. She couldn't wait to go home, so she found an open space in the bookstore and started to unpack them.
She was not very lucky. She even opened twenty or thirty books and found nothing.
The little girl looked at the twenty or thirty opened books in front of her, her eyes a little dazed, like a child who had lost a toy.
In fact, Zhang Zhong felt that there was no need to do so. The easter eggs were just a bonus, so how could they be bought as scratch-off tickets like this?
And it’s normal to not win the prize for twenty or thirty copies. In theory, you have to buy hundreds of copies to win one.
The little girl couldn't get rid of so many books, so she made a phone call with her lips pursed. After a while, a boy came over and helped her move the books out while scolding her, and then the two drove away.
Zhang Zhong stayed in the lobby on the first floor for a while, and then went up to the rest area on the second floor. Not only did he want to read his new book, but he also found a few other books to read.
His study room is full of books, but Liu Feng ordered them for him before, and they may not all be to his liking. Moreover, there are some old books in it. Zhang Zhong also wanted to find some new books to read and keep up with the times.
But he couldn't stay in the bookstore for long, as he had to pick up Peng Peng when the time came.
After sitting in the bookstore for a while, Lin Ping from Harvest Literature called.
"Teacher Zhang, Chairman Fang of the Yanjing Writers Association said he wants your contact information. Can we give it to him?"
"It's inconvenient." Zhang Zhong refused directly, and then asked, "Did he say why he came to me?"
"No, he just said he wanted to get to know you."
"Well, I understand. If he wants to contact me, he can send me a private message on the Harvest Literature Network. Forget about other contact methods."
Lin Ping paused and then said, "Okay, I understand. I won't disturb you anymore about Teacher Zhang."
After hanging up the phone from Lin Ping, Zhang Zhong secretly wondered why the chairman of the Yanjing Writers Association was looking for him. Did Chairman Fang think he was from Yanjing?
This is unreasonable. After all, his information has not been disclosed. Let alone Su Ai, even if he is a fifth-year vegetative state, the outside world does not know where he is from.
As for contact information, of course I cannot give it to everyone. If everyone comes and asks for contact information, his identity will be exposed soon.