Chapter 341

"Then what is the initial print run?"

Lu Xiaoyan held up two fingers.

Wei Ming was surprised: "200,000! How dare you for a new publication? How could the president agree?"

"We also based it on the subscription data from the post office, and there is a relatively stable ratio between the post office subscription numbers and the bookstore channels. After calculation, 200,000 can be sold out more or less."

Now the magazine has just been on the shelves for a short time, and it certainly hasn't sold out, but half of the goods have already been shipped. Today, Lu Xiaoyan spent the whole day visiting major bookstores and newsstands in Beijing, and the market response was quite good.

The golden signboard of Wei Shenme and Black Cat Detective is still very firm in the hearts of primary and secondary school students, no weaker than Douluo in later generations.

And "Fairy Tale King" also cleverly put "Wei Shenme" and "Black Cat Detective" on the cover. Although the cover design is not as elegant as "Children's Literature," it is more childlike and interesting, and has a stronger attraction to young readers.

Wei Ming said: "I am now curious about what the circulation of 'Children's Literature' will be this month."

Lu Xiaoyan: "It will definitely have to drop actively; it just depends on how much it drops. If the reduced circulation is less than the total circulation of 'Fairy Tale King,' then it's not in vain."

Wei Ming nodded. If the sum of the total circulation of the two publications is higher than the previous "Children's Literature," then the publishing house earns more, and it also gives more children's literature writers a chance to appear, and it also increases positions, helping the city solve several employment indicators, which is happy for everyone.

Aunt Xiaoyan went to pick up Xizi and Lele, so Wei Ming walked a part of the way with her and came to the Peking University Affiliated Primary School. Xizi and Lele are already primary school students now.

"Although the magazine's results are gratifying, there are not no other voices," Lu Xiaoyan said.

"What's wrong? Was it criticized?"

"It's mainly that 'If History Were a Group of Meows.' Some old comrades feel that it is too playful towards history and ancestors, appearing not very serious," Lu Xiaoyan said indifferently. "However, I visited those bookstores today, and many children first flipped through those comic pages when they got the book, so I'll just let their words go in one ear and out the other."

"Younger readers definitely prioritize pictures over text when reading, so those works of mine were made into picture books abroad. Maybe this comic series can make 'Fairy Tale King' more loved by readers."

"Haha, I think so too. Anyway, Xizi and Lele's evaluation of that comic is very high."

Wei Ming also felt that there was no big problem. It is normal to have controversy. His new work "In the Heat of the Sun" also sparked a lot of controversy.

At this time, the school bell rang, and the little ones filed out one by one.

Wei Ming saw Xizi walking out hand in hand with another little girl. He almost thought it was Lele who had become fat after not seeing her for a few days. After a closer look, it turned out that Lele was walking alone behind her brother and the others.

Seeing her mother, Xizi said to the girl holding his hand: "Xiaomei, my mother is back. I will tell you the story of the Calabash Brothers tomorrow."

"Brother Xizi, can I go home with you? I want to know what happened to the Third Brother later."

Wei Ming understood. It turns out this kid is using the complete version of Calabash Brothers he heard from him to pick up girls!

Sure enough, you can see a person's future at age three. Wei Ming seemed to see the scene of Xizi's seven Calabash Brothers surrounding him and calling him Grandpa in the future.

Lu Xiaoyan decisively didn't agree, thinking it was good that she came to pick them up, otherwise this kid would really dare to lure his female classmate to his home. The key is that they just entered school, and she wasn't familiar with this child herself.

Not long after, Xiaomei's grandmother came to pick her up. Sure enough, they were not in the same residential area. Xizi looked at Xiaomei's back with such attachment, and Xiaomei also looked back three times every step, her eyes full of reluctance for the follow-up plot of "Calabash Brothers."

Xizi looked at Wei Ming: "Brother Ming, 'Black Cat Detective' has a song, does 'Calabash Brothers' have one?"

"There is one, what do you want to do?"

Xizi smiled: "Black Cat Detective let Lele sing it, can Calabash Brothers let me sing it?"

He felt that Lele was very cool in class as the singer of the theme song of "Black Cat Detective."

Hearing that her brother wanted to snatch the line, gentle Lele became anxious immediately.

Wei Ming hurriedly comforted little Lele: "Lele, don't be afraid. I originally wanted you two to sing this song together, but it's still too early to talk about this."

Afterwards, Wei Ming and Aunt Xiaoyan parted ways. Wei Ming didn't go to Tuanjiehu today, but picked up Gong Xue at the entrance of the Beijing Er Yingchang. Today he took her to the Sihe Academy to stay for the night, mainly because she missed the detective.

When they arrived, the door was locked, and there was no one inside. Wei Ming and the two hurriedly went in and locked it.

First, the dog Ginkgo greeted them enthusiastically, and then they saw Black Cat Detective fighting the Calabash Brothers.

A gourd was planted on one wall of this courtyard. It was requested by Lao Lao Lao Wei from an old man who was a friend of his. It is said that the quality is quite good. Now the gourds have grown, and they are indeed full and upright.

One of the gourds grew shorter and was about to fall to the ground. The detective grabbed it with his claws. A perfectly good gourd was disfigured.

Wei Ming went to the kitchen to look around and found some chicken. Relying on the fishy smell of the chicken, he let the detective relax his vigilance, so he could pet him, but Gong Xue couldn't pet him.

Except for Lao Lao Lao Wei and his wife, he could barely let Wei Ming touch him twice; others, forget it.

Afterwards, Wei Ming and Gong Xue entered the bedroom, because there were complete brush, ink, paper, and inkstone here, and the quality was extremely high. Gong Xue could just practice her hand and draw a few strokes.

Wei Ming picked up the newly released "October" this month and read it on the side. After getting the magazine, Wei Ming let Gong Xue read it first, because it was difficult to buy, and Wei Ming only had this one copy.

Now "October" is used to putting the popular works of the current issue on the cover, which is a major innovation compared to the other three famous magazines.

In this issue, in addition to Zhang Jie's long novel "Heavy Wings" and Wei Ming's medium-length novel "In the Heat of the Sun," there is also Jia Pingwa's short story "Eulogy for 'Xiamupo'."

When Gong Xue finished drawing a big peach, Wei Ming put down the magazine and hugged her from behind: "The honey peaches in my hometown Hengzhou are famous, and they were once tributes to the imperial palace. The honey peaches are just ripe at this time."

Gong Xue blushed. You can talk, but you can't be honest with your hands; don't steal the peaches.

She looked down at the magazine and changed the subject: "I heard comrades from the Literature Department at the Beijing Er Yingchang talking about your new novel today."

"Oh, what did they say?"

Gong Xue: "They said it has great potential for adaptation, and it would be a good story if made into a movie."

Wei Ming: "But I don't think they can film it well."

"Why?"

"Because their age is wrong. They are not courtyard children who have experienced that era. The feeling filmed will definitely be wrong, even if it is filmed by the parents of courtyard children, it will never be the taste I want."

"Then it will probably take a long time for this novel to become a movie," Gong Xue said. "After all, the oldest of that generation is probably just thirty. Where are there such young directors now?"

Wei Ming said indifferently: "Then wait. I don't lack that screenwriter fee. If there is no director I like, I would rather not film it."

The screenwriter fee that Wei Ming valued most before, he now disdains.

In the dormitory of the 80th grade acting class of the Central Academy of Drama.

18-year-old green male student Jiang Wen has been lying in the dormitory for a day and a night, not sleeping, but reading Wei Ming's "In the Heat of the Sun" day and night, occasionally smoking a cigarette and exhaling.

Roommate Liu Xiaoning was a bit anxious.

"Old Jiang, I bought this magazine. I haven't read it yet. You've taken it for a day and a night and haven't returned it to me. Do you think this is appropriate?"