In fact, there is no reason for a work like "Dragon Ball" not to be popular in any time and space.
The reason why the sales results were not good at the beginning was purely due to the backwardness of consulting in this era.
In this era, the popularity of a thing often depends on word of mouth.
In the past life of the 1990s, a good song was liked and understood by people, not because someone heard it and then searched it on the Internet.
At this time, computers and the Internet were not yet popular.
Everyone, especially children, has to write down the lyrics in a notebook to remember a song. Not to mention a comic with more content. Popularity... needs fermentation.
Xiao Qian brought "Dragon Ball" to the theater, and a week later, "Dragon Ball" became a must-read for everyone in this school. Every Monday, the number of people surrounding the newsstand at the school entrance was countless.
Countless too.
There is no other way, the newsstands just have to apply for more supplies. Even so, the supply still exceeds the demand.
Some students really can't afford to wait, so they simply walk a few more blocks to buy from other newsstands.
Everyone is curious. When they find that many people are buying something, they will naturally follow it to see what it is that is so popular.
After all this time, it’s not surprising that “Dragon Ball” has become so popular.
When Xiao Qian saw "Dragon Ball" from Liu Zhihao, she knew that this comic was really popular.
"Oh, Xiao Qian, it's all thanks to you. Otherwise, our magazine wouldn't be what it is today."
Seeing Xiao Qian and Li Qingjue arriving, Hu Tiesheng hurriedly jumped out from behind the office chair and personally prepared fruits for them.
Xiao Qian pushed the fruit to Li Qingjue and asked her to eat it slowly, and asked: "Sales should be up now, right?"
Hu Tiesheng scratched his hair, his smile was gone.
"Not only has it come up, now people from other places are starting to ask for goods. Especially in the north, the need is more urgent. There is no way, Chief Yu has already gone to Beijing. This time, our magazine will completely open up the market in the north.
It became a national magazine."
Xiao Qiangong raised his hand.
"What a joy."
Hu Tiesheng looked at him steadily.
"Your congratulations don't seem sincere."
Xiao Qian's tone was faint.
"Whenever I receive my royalties, that's when I have sincerity."
Hu Tiesheng laughed so much that he squirted out his tea.
"You, you, you little brat, you are just obsessed with money. Don't worry, your reward will be credited to your account today."
Xiao Qian's eyes rolled around.
"Uncle Hu, can we discuss how about giving the money directly to me instead of depositing it into the account?"
Hu Tiesheng was puzzled.
"Why? That's tens of thousands. How can I rest assured if I give it directly to you? It's so safe to put it into the account."
Xiao Qian rubbed her fingers in frustration.
"Hey, it's safe, but the bankbook is not in my hand. Tell me, if a man can't even control his own money, what's the point of living?"
Hu Tiesheng's face turned red from suppressing it. He wanted to laugh but shouldn't, so in the end he had no choice but to pat him on the shoulder.
"It's okay. It's all over if you endure it. Your Uncle Hu and I... have never seen what a bankbook looks like. We men all have the same fate."
In the end, the negotiation was fruitless, and Xiao Qian's first payment was still credited to his account.
He could already imagine the golden light in Amilan's eyes after she discovered that there were a few extra zeros in her account.
No matter what, it is good to make money. Overall, he is still in a very happy mood.
This was in sharp contrast to Li Qingjue, who was walking silently beside him.
The little girl grabbed the shoulder strap of her schoolbag with both hands, lowered her head slightly, and counted the roadbed under her feet. She could not see her sunny smile.
"Qingjue, our comics are so popular, aren't you happy?"
Li Qing never raised his head.
"I'm so happy."
Xiao Qian didn't ask again, but he knew that Li Qingjue's happiness was not really happy. But why was she unhappy?
"Don't you like Dragon Ball?"
This was the only thing he could think of.
This time Li Qingjue finally raised his head, his eyes a little confused.
"I...I don't know."
As long as she is willing to say it.
Xiao Qian held her hand and said seriously: "You can tell me anything you want."
Li Qingjue twisted her feet. After a while, her eyes were already sparkling.
"I...I don't know...I don't know why "Dragon Ball" is good? I...am I stupid?"
Xiao Qian suddenly realized what he had overlooked.
It is true that "Dragon Ball" is a comic, but strictly speaking, it is an adult comic and is more suitable for adults to read. Because many of the contents in it are simply incomprehensible to adults.
He always said this when he suggested sales strategies to Hu Tiesheng. But he forgot one thing, that is, Li Qingjue is only eight years old this year.
This girl participated in the entire creation of "Dragon Ball", and many of the contents were drawn by her.
But she didn't quite understand what was good about these contents, and she was always confused. She would do whatever Xiao Qian said.
As a result, "Dragon Ball" is now very popular, but she doesn't know what is good about her work, which makes her sad.
There seemed to be a wall between herself and the work. This feeling made Li Qingjue very uncomfortable. If Xiao Qian had not noticed it and asked about it, she would have kept it in her heart and secretly been sad alone.
After understanding what the problem was, Xiao Qian blamed herself very much.
He realized that he was too self-righteous and forcibly dragged Li Qingjue into a world that she didn't quite understand. Even though this girl was considered precocious because of her family education, a child was still a child after all.
The top priority is to make Li Qingjue happy again, which is more important than anything else.
"Let's go, let's do something else instead of drawing "Dragon Ball"."
Xiao Qian pulled Li Qingjue, and the two of them rushed home in a cloud of smoke and dust.
After spreading out the drawing paper and brush again, Xiao Qian drew a new cartoon image again and again.
The painting style is still simple, even better than that of "Dragon Ball".
Clear lines outline a little girl, wearing a white shirt and suspender skirt. Her head looks much larger than her body. Especially the jagged pot head and black bean-like eyes immediately made Li Qingjue fall in love with her.
.
"Ah, what is this?"
Xiao Qian looked at her lovingly and said with a smile: "Here, this is Chibi Maruko-chan, you can call her Cherry. She is the same age as you, and she is as kind and cute as you."
In the original work, Yingyingzi's age was nine years old, but Xiao Qian lowered her age by one year in order to get closer to Li Qingjue.
Sure enough, when he heard that this cute little guy was the same age as himself, Li Qingjue immediately became interested.
"Xiao Qian, I want to hear Xiaowanzi's story, tell it to me."
"good."
The setting sun shines into the room through the window, and also projects the figures of the two little people sitting side by side onto the white wall behind them.
He drew carefully, and she watched carefully. Occasionally when she looked up at him, her smiling mouth formed a gap on the wall, so cute that it seemed like eternity.
Xu Mingxia came back from get off work, opened the door and entered the house, and happened to see this scene.
A warm smile flashed across his tired face, and he quietly went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for them without disturbing the two children.
"Mom, mom, look, this is Chibi Maruko-chan. She is the same age as me. Isn't she cute?"
During dinner, Li Qingjue ignored Xu Mingxia's meal and chattered around her telling her stories.
She remembered all the stories Xiao Qian told her, and when she told them to Xu Mingxia, they were especially pleasant to her ears.
It seems that people are more likely to accept things that interest them.
Compared with "Dragon Ball", "Chibi Maruko-chan" is undoubtedly more suitable for children under the age of ten. The childish and interesting stories in it made Li Qingjue unable to put it down. She had already drawn dozens of them while waiting for dinner.
come out.
Xu Mingxia picked up Li Qingjue and put it on her lap. She took the drawing book and looked at it one by one. She suddenly discovered that this was a story as good as "Dragon Ball".
Thinking that Xiao Qian gave the story to Li Qingjue without reservation, Xu Mingxia was also a little worried.
"You, you can't spoil her like this."
Xiao Qian smiled, and her overflowing look looked more like sunshine under the light.
"It's okay, as long as she likes it."
The depth of those eyes is not the soul of the child, so it is easier for Xu Mingxia to understand its meaning.
When I have mixed feelings in my heart, I look at my daughter in my arms who is still drooling over the painting book, and I don’t know what to think.
Silly girl, I really envy you. You can live a happy life from childhood to old age.
