Xiao Qian wandered into the theater and was so happy that he couldn't extricate himself.
It wasn't until he saw Li Qingjue working hard on painting that he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something.
"Let's go to the publishing house."
"No, I haven't finished my homework yet."
Li Qingjue grabbed the brush with a very determined attitude.
Xiao Qian naturally has a way to deal with her.
"It seems our comic has been published."
"Then go quickly."
Sure enough, Li Qingjue was more worried about "Dragon Ball" than Xiao Qian.
The two children ran all the way to the publishing house, only to see Hu Tiesheng's sad face.
"What's going on here?"
When Hu Tiesheng saw Xiao Qian, he sighed even more.
"Xiao Qian, no, it can't be sold at all."
Xiao Qian finally became anxious.
"Ah, what's going on?"
Hu Tiesheng handed over the sales data.
"Look, after the comic was released the day before yesterday, it has only sold more than 500 copies. Many stalls have reported that readers don't even read it."
Xiao Qian was also scratching his head now.
It shouldn't be. A story as good as "Dragon Ball" shouldn't be ignored even if it were in another time and space.
"Hey, if this continues, our publishing house will suffer from the northwest wind."
Xiao Qian was even more anxious than him and quickly learned about the publishing house's sales plan.
But in fact, in this era, there are not many rich sales methods at all. Even if you want to advertise, there are not many channels.
Shanghai TV stations have already advertised, and the same goes for radio stations. Other than that, there is the subway. There is really no other way.
The sales of comics are mainly based on newspaper stalls in various streets in Shanghai. After all, this is where the main consumer base of citizens is, and the customer flow is also the largest.
Xiao Qian thought about it for a while and vaguely had some ideas.
"Uncle Hu, you can't just rely on newsstands. In these places, the people who buy newspapers and books are basically people with certain social experience. They buy newspapers and books to enrich themselves and understand current affairs. They don't care about comics.
There will be any interest. We should focus our sales on stalls and bookstores near schools. Even though "Dragon Ball" is suitable for all ages, the most attractive customer group is still students. Let's open up sales and marketing among students first.
The popularity will just spread slowly."
"Oh, that's right. If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't have thought of it."
Hu Tiesheng slapped his forehead, feeling annoyed.
There's no way around it, it's his first time as editor-in-chief and he has little experience.
At Xiao Qian's suggestion, the publishing house immediately began to adjust its sales plan and re-distribute goods.
However, we won’t be able to provide feedback on the specific effects for a while.
In this slow-paced era, it is impossible to collect information quickly.
After all, it is his own work, so Xiao Qian also decided to contribute to the sales of the comic.
He asked Hu Tiesheng for a hundred comics, put them into his and Li Qingjue's schoolbags, and took Li Qingjue to the theater.
"Xiao Qian, there are no classes today, why are you here?"
Hu Tiezheng was eating, and the big snow-white steamed buns were delicious.
He liked this very much in his previous life and even went back to school to taste it.
"Xiao Qian, you're not here for a meal, are you?"
Ning Jing teased.
She has not forgotten that Xiao Qian's devilish performance in the last acting class not only made Huang Zhiqiu almost vomit blood, but also made that line popular in this show.
Xiao Qian pulled Li Qingjue to sit down and unceremoniously pushed the comic in front of the two of them.
"Give me money. Chenghui is one yuan per book. No discounts will be given."
Li Qingjue poked his head beside him.
"Isn't it an eight-cent book?"
Xiao Qian was upset.
"Which group are you in? If we make an extra 40 cents, why don't we go back and buy candies?"
Xu Tiezheng and Ning Jing both laughed angrily and scolded each other.
"Okay, you little profiteer, you even lied to us, I won't hurt you anymore."
With that said, the two picked up the comics, which aroused their curiosity.
"what is this?"
Xiao Qian quickly started selling.
"This is a comic, our first comic in China. The "Dragon Ball" in it was drawn by me and Qing Jue. You must support it."
Xu Tiezheng put the comic down casually.
"Really, why are you giving us children's things? We are already so old and have no interest in this."
The same goes for tranquility.
"It's a pity that I don't have a younger brother or younger sister at home. Otherwise, I could take it back and show it to them."
Seeing that the two of them were not interested, Xiao Qian became anxious.
"My comics are different, adults can read them too. Besides, you're not old either, so why don't you keep your childlike innocence?"
Xu Tiezheng said depressedly: "There are so many people at the show, why did you just catch us two?"
Xiao Qian's eyes were dark.
"You are just the first, no one can escape."
When he said this, Xu Tiezheng and Ning Jing became much calmer.
It happened that the two of them hadn't finished their meal yet, so they opened the comics while eating.
Just as I ate and watched, my hand flipping the comics became faster and faster, while my eating hand became slower and slower.
When I finally saw Bulma hanging on a cliff and was so scared that she peed her pants, the back... was gone.
there is none left……
Xu Tiezheng hurriedly flipped back, only to find that the comics at the back had changed to other content, and his expression was not right.
"Why just that little?"
I’ve also finished watching Ningjing over there.
"Wow, really, why is it gone here? Xiaoqian, where's the back part?"
Xiao Qian had known for a long time that they would be like this and was not surprised.
"The latter part is the content of the second episode, which will be on sale this Sunday."
Xu Tiezheng caught him.
“Where can I buy it?”
Xiao Qian pointed to the school entrance.
"There are newsstands outside, but you have to pay for this copy first. We creators have a hard time making a living. We starve to death, and you can't read it."
Xu Tiezheng reluctantly closed the comic book and gave the 80 cents to Xiao Qian.
"Such a beautiful thing only costs 80 cents. It's really affordable."
Xiao Qian carefully put the money away and said, "Actually, you can give me one yuan."
Xu Tiezheng laughed, reopened the comic, and started reading it a second time. As for what Xiao Qian said, he ignored it.
Over there, Li Qingjue also collected the eight cents given by Ning Jing. The two children had already earned one dollar and sixty cents.
Zhou Bujie walked over from a distance and was surprised to see Xu Tiezheng not even raising his head.
"What are you doing? I've never seen you take this seriously during class."
He was a senior, and Xu Tiezheng and Ning Jing did not dare to ignore him.
"Senior Brother Zhou, this comic is really good-looking. It was drawn by Xiao Qian. Take a look."
Xu Tiezheng had a refusal look on his face before, but now he has become an Amway fanatic.
"What are comics?"
Zhou Bujie, like most people of this era, had no idea about comics. When Xu Tiezheng took a look at it, he immediately disliked it.
"What? It's obviously a child's thing, how can you continue to look at it?"
When he turned around and looked at Xiao Qian, Zhou Bujie's face was particularly serious.
"Classmate Xiao Qian, I have to criticize you. The students who go to the theater are all students with lofty ideals. It's too late for them to work hard to acquire knowledge. You actually bother them with children's things. If things go on like this, it's too late for them to go to the theater.
My morale has been ruined by you."
"I……"
Xiao Qian was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, but he just couldn't.
He pulled out a comic and photographed it in front of Zhou Bujie.
"Taizu said that without investigation, there is no right to speak. You haven't even read it, why are you talking about me like that? Apologize to me."
Zhou Bujie found that today's children are really difficult to deal with. They even know Taizu's famous sayings.
"Oh, you are still not convinced, are you? Okay, just wait. When I finish reading, I will argue with you."
With that said, he also sat down next to Xu Tiezheng, opened the comic and began to study it carefully.
This little brat actually ignored his own pride and defied him many times. He decided that this time he must let Xiao Qian understand what a senior is.
But as soon as the comic was opened, there was silence for half an hour.
Xiao Qian was very surprised. There was obviously not much content in one episode of "Dragon Ball". If you read it quickly, you could finish it in about ten minutes.
For someone with excellent grades like Zhou Bujie, reading a comic should be faster. Why does it take so long?
Until he saw Zhou Bujie starting from the beginning again, he couldn't help but have black lines all over his head.
"I said, Comrade Zhou Bujie..."
Zhou Bujie suddenly turned around, his eyes were red, as if he was trying to fight someone.
"What about the back..."
Xiao Qian winked.
"Didn't you say that this is something only for children?"
Zhou Bujie took the case and got up.
"Who dares to say that? Call him out and I will teach him a lesson."
With that upright look, he has suddenly become the most loyal and craziest fan of "Dragon Ball".
