Chapter 2028： A dead end in writing a novel

Chengxi Bookstore is a paradise for book lovers, large and small bookstores, as long as you are careful enough, you can always find the book you want.

The group searched for a bookstore that had no guests but a lot of pictures.

The two children searched for their favorite picture albums among the piles of books, and McGonagall chatted with the bookstore treasurer.

"Boss, why doesn't your store sell Quanshimei magazines? Other stores sell them very hot." McGonagall glanced at the store and said.

The boss glanced at the customers who were buying magazines in front of other bookstores, and pouted in disdain, "Heh, what a gourmet magazine is good for selling, and you can't make a lot of money. If you can get some The exclusive right to sell this best-seller is what makes money."

"Oh, there are best-selling books?" McGonagall was a little surprised. Although he collected a lot of ancient books, he didn't understand the book market in this world.

The boss pointed to a bookstore next door that hadn’t opened yet and said, “No, the bookstore next door sells three books, one book every ten days, and 300,000 copies a month. Thanks to this, the boss took the wife of the eighth house last month."

McGonagall looked surprised and said, "Can you marry eight wives here?"

"Your focus seems a little different." The boss gave him a strange look.

Irina glanced over, looked at him with a faint smile, and said, "Why, do you plan to marry ten or eight?"

McGonagall's complexion changed slightly, and he realized that he had lost his temper, and quickly said with a serious face: "No, no, no, how can I have such arrogant thoughts."

"The total of eight wives is not as beautiful as you." The boss looked at Irina, a little envious.

"That's natural." McGonagall's waist straightened a lot.

The corners of Irina's mouth turned slightly, she retracted her gaze, picked up a picture album and looked at it.

"By the way, boss, what book is the best seller in this bookstore?" McGonagall asked, looking at the boss.

"Speaking of the best-selling book, of course the Cavaliers’ script is the best seller. Back then, Alex’s fan script was sold crazy. Men, women, adults, and children were all crazy about Alex’s script. No one can surpass the grand occasion of those years. The colorful scripts and picture albums with Alex as the protagonist are even more in short supply." The boss sighed with emotion. Still with a bit of nostalgia.

"Huh? There is such a thing?" McGonagall raised his eyebrows, as if something was wrong?

"You don't even know who Alex is, do you?" The boss gave him a scornful look, and then said: "Back then, he and Princess Irina, the pair of people, rushed to the Continent of Nolan. The prestige has left countless stories and legends, has become an important material for countless authors, and has supported a large number of authors."

"Well, I just moved from the country to the city." McGonagall nodded and glanced left and right. "But now there is no album about him in your store?"

Suddenly, the boss could understand the words of the hillbilly, and explained: "Alex reappeared recently, and he staged a more shocking and terrifying return of the king. He saved the world with one person, in the hearts of the people of the Los Empire. There was a renewed wave, and the heat was extremely high.

However, he went out of the Loth Empire, his words and deeds were so disrespectful to the king, even with the courage of those authors, no one dared to write. Let alone those of us who open bookstores, who are not afraid to lose their heads. "

"That's it." McGonagall thoughtfully, he originally thought that his waistcoat was so hot, whether he could try to drain it.

The boss picked up a picture book from the bookshelf at the door and said with a smile: "Knight’s picture book is still the main story in our shop. Kids love to watch the story of the knight defeating the devil, and the girl’s favorite story of the knight defeating the devil and the hero and saving beauty. , The story of the knight that men love to watch after defeating the demon hero and saving the beauty..."

McGonagall glanced at the picture book his boss gave him: Dragon Warrior vs. Medusa!

This……

McGonagall frowned slightly, then put the magazine down without changing his face, "It seems to be a rather tragic battle."

"Hehehe." The boss let out a string of wretched laughs that men understand.

McGonagall pretended not to understand, and said, "Boss, are your authors here popular? Do you have many fans?"

"This, the scorer." The boss said leisurely: "Ugly-looking authors don't show their faces, trying to create a sense of mystery and give readers room for imagination.

And a handsome author like you will find a good painter to paint his portrait on the book, so as to trap some fans who are not attracted by talent.

Of course, there are also some shameless authors who use women's clothing as a way of selling colors to keep fans. Of course, this method is not long-lasting. Fans nowadays are all pig hoofs. "

"There are also this kind of doors and ways." McGonagall was amazed, but he didn't expect that there were so many bends here.

"No, didn't you just see the cover of the Whole Foods Magazine? It's really a slogan. A gourmet magazine doesn't make good food, but it actually regards the chef's image as a selling point. Is it handsome enough to make it? Has the food become more delicious? And maybe the chef looks like a ghost." The boss looked contemptuously.

McGonagall frowned slightly, feeling as if he had cursed two people in two sentences?

The boss looked at McGonagall and asked, "Why, you ask so much, do you want to write too?"

"I... just ask casually."

"It's okay if you don't take it seriously. Writing and drawing comics is a dead end. This stuff is really not something anyone can do. I scold a dozen painters and script writers a day." The boss smiled.

This opening is an old capitalist.

McGonagall glanced at the picture album on the shelf, chatting with the boss without a word, thinking about the feasibility of turning the cooking tutorial into a picture album.

Compared with the immature technology of image dissemination, and the somewhat dry text, the pictures are accompanied by text albums, and there is a fairly mature operating system and recipient population. Isn't it a fairly suitable way of dissemination?

The two little guys chose a bunch of picture albums. What is rare is that Annie took more picture albums than Amy this time. There are dozens of them. It can be seen that the little guy really likes picture albums.

After the checkout, a group of people wandered around the bookstore for a long time. McGonagall also bought a lot of ancient books and some best-selling scripts, and even in a small bookstore in a corner, he secretly bought a copy of Alex Fanyan from the boss. this.

Amy stopped and looked back at McGonagall and said, "My father, I'm hungry. What are we eating for lunch today?"