Chapter 235

"Has the sales statistics of the latest issue of new martial arts magazine come out?"

"Why hasn't the sales statistics come out yet? Isn't it fast at ordinary times?"

"What a hurry! I've been waiting for me for two hours!"

"Why haven't the statistical results come out yet?! I've been reviewing the manuscript for more than two hours!"

All the editors of new martial arts magazine are anxiously waiting for the statistical results of sales. Now the martial arts style is booming again, which has rekindled the hope of their employees who had lost hope for the magazine.

"Amorous swordsman ruthless sword" let them see how much potential this book has!

"The result came out!"

"Really?"

"How much is Xiao Wang's sales this month?"

"Editor in chief, this... This..." Xiao Wang, the staff of statistics, was stunned when he looked at the data on the computer.

"Is it good or bad?! why are you hesitating?" Feng Feng frowned and looked quite serious.

Several people gathered around the computer and wanted to see the sales of the latest issue of new martial arts——

"New martial arts magazine has 100000 monthly magazines, and the sales of similar magazines rank second!"

Several big characters appeared on the screen, and Nie Weidong was shocked.

The wind is blinding.

Everyone in the office was stunned.

Among the same type of magazines in recent years, "new martial arts" magazine has been in the countdown, and unexpectedly jumped to the second place?!

Monthly sales of 100000?!

Sales that I didn't dare to think about before?!

The whole office was boiling, and excited cheers and whistles gathered together.

"I'll cook tonight and everyone can eat at will." Feng Feng's face is also filled with a smile. This upsurge of martial arts style is enough to excite everyone.

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"The sales volume of new martial arts magazine has come out!!!" Nie Weidong said excitedly to Shu Cheng at the other end of the phone.

"Oh." the boy nestled in the quilt and replied faintly. He couldn't hear his emotions in his lazy voice.

Nie Weidong frowned and listened to the boy's faint voice in his ear. His eyebrows wrinkled slightly. "Are you sick? I feel something wrong listening to your voice."

The boy was lying on the bed, his face was pale, his slender and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, his lips touched a faint radian, and his lazy voice sounded: "no, how much is the sales volume?"

"Oh, that's right," Nie Weidong said excitedly. "New martial arts magazine has 100000 copies a month, ranking second in the sales of the same type of magazines! The power of amorous swordsman ruthless sword is terrible!"

"This is just the beginning." Shu Cheng lay on the bed with a pale face and a faint voice.

"Are you really all right?" Nie Weidong frowned. "Don't hold back when you're sick. You have to say it."

"Do you want me to be sick so much?" Shu Cheng's voice was lazy. There seemed to be no difference except that his breath was weaker than usual.

Nie Weidong immediately choked: "...."

"Then I'm really ill." Shu Cheng's bloodless lips held a faint smile, "Acacia."

"Cough..." Nie Weidong coughed twice, "anda, cough... That... Are you kidding?!"

lovesickness?! Fuck! Does anda have an unreasonable desire for him?!

Nie Weidong's inexplicable chrysanthemum tightened and stretched out his hand to touch his nose.

"You're too ugly. I'm not interested in you." Shu Cheng slightly raised her eyebrows and hung up the phone.

Nie Weidong: "..." anda, really, you don't have to be so straightforward.