Chapter 25 sold out!
Chapter 25 sold out!
"Isn't it?"
"Young man, you are willing to complain about such a good thing? You are really used to a good life and don't know how to cherish it at all!"
The newsstand owner was wearing a yellowed vest that had turned yellow over the years, fanning himself with an out-of-date newspaper, and wearing plastic flip-flops.
It was around eight in the morning.
The weather is already very hot.
Chen Zhiming put down the South China Morning Post, took out the copy of 91 Men, stared at the cover for a long time, and then reluctantly turned to the inside pages.
"The publishing price is five dollars a copy. There are not many stocks available, so be quick and you'll get one." Newspaper vendors sell books and magazines on the streets all day long. They are knowledgeable and have met countless people.
You can tell at a glance that the customer in front of you is willing to pay.
Sure enough, Chen Zhiming only took a look, at most glanced at the catalog and a few photos, and immediately took out a five-dollar Hong Kong dollar bill: "Pay the bill, boss."
“Thank you for your care. I hope the work has started smoothly. Good morning.” The boss put away the money and found two coins left on the table. However, the South China Morning Post was still on the stall. He made $1.5 for free. He was really lucky today.
Soon, more and more customers gathered in front of the stall.
"Do you have 91 magazine?"
"Boss, give me one 91."
The guests would never say a word more than a word if they could say less.
The name of the magazine "Man" on the magazine's delivery note was soon abbreviated to 91, and it seemed to have become a mysterious code. Many guests who came after hearing the news would blurt out the number 91 with a mysterious smile on their faces.
The newsstand owner put the 20 copies he brought in and they were sold out in less than half an hour. He had no choice but to push the "Big Wave" which had worse paper and content.
North Cape.
King's Road.
Ming Pao Building.
The old editor Ma Chaohui swaggered into the office with a copy of "91 Men" and sat at the desk to read it unscrupulously.
A colleague passing by was attracted by the magazine and couldn't help but move closer to look at the sexy girl in the magazine with his pupils wide open: "Lao Ma, are you reading a pornographic magazine?"
"Be careful with your words. Who decides what is a pornographic magazine and what is a literary magazine? The Hong Kong government advocates free culture, regardless of high or low status."
"If you think it's vulgar, don't watch it." Ma Chaohui deliberately dodged his body.
My colleague subconsciously took a step forward and asked urgently, "It won't disappear after you read it. Do you have to hide the magazine?"
"I'm working!"
"Reading new publications and observing new markets, do you understand?" Ma Chaohui pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose.
His colleagues were amused by his shamelessness and joked, "Just read pornographic magazines, it's the nature of men, but saying it's work is a lie. Next time you go to Malan to order a girl, you should also say you are going to investigate the market and bring back the invoice for reimbursement."
Ma Chaohui held up the magazine and said half-seriously, "Did you see that? Next to each sexy photo in the magazine is the girl's contact number. Just based on this, the magazine company can make a lot of money."
"In addition, the magazine's sex column and health science popularization, hehe, are all about sex techniques and private stories, and the writer is very experienced in life."
"The photos were taken very professionally. The people who run 91 Magazine have an idea. It's not just a whim. They want to do something big!"
My colleague looked a little confused and said incredulously, "Is this true, Lao Ma? You can tell so much from pornographic magazines?"
"Of course you can tell if you're paying attention. When I went to buy it just now, it was the last copy. Even an illiterate decorator went out of his way to buy it. The last time there was such a popular publication was when our boss was serializing The Deer and the Cauldron."
"This is the first issue of the newspaper. Based on my many years of experience in the newspaper industry, if it is managed properly, the sales can at least double."
After Ma Chaohui finished reading 91 Magazine, he completely understood the company's approach. It could be said that they were overtaking others by taking a curve, but it could also be called a crooked approach.
But it is bound to make money anyway, so normal newspapers and magazines don't really have the courage to learn from it. They are afraid of tarnishing their reputation, and they can't compete with it, which is really a disaster.
However, after this morning, this new magazine is bound to stir up a storm in the Hong Kong industry and may even cause heated discussions in society.
Ding ding ding.
Ding ding ding. At 91 Magazine, the office phone kept ringing.
Ah Le picked up the phone and heard that it was the newspaper man who wanted to buy more goods. He said impatiently, "Fuck!"
"How many times have I told you, tomorrow, tomorrow!"
"Come early tomorrow. You want it right away? You want some fucking toilet paper?"
Snapped!
Ah Le hung up the phone in annoyance, put a cigarette in his mouth, and looked smug.
His attitude was indeed somewhat arrogant and domineering, but neither Yin Zhaotang, who was sitting on the sofa, nor the newspaper man who called cared much.
As long as he can approve the newspaper and make money, the newspaper man would rather be scolded a lot.
For several years, there has been no hit product in the print media market. It can be said that the entire market has been driven by the current "91 Men", just like the effect of "Dragon Tiger Leopard" in history.
You know, when customers come to a newsstand to buy magazines, there is a high chance that they will bring a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, or a pack of tissues.
Although the newspaper sellers sold "91 Men" for five dollars, the purchase price was four dollars and fifty cents, so they only made fifty cents.
However, you can make more than one dollar from selling a pack of cigarettes, and fifty cents from selling a pack of tissues or a lighter.
In any market, hot-selling products that can bring in customers will be sought after by upstream and downstream merchants.
A few days ago, Ah Le had been begging for help to distribute the newspapers. Now the situation has reversed and the newspaper sellers have to beg him, so of course he has to vent his anger, act majestic, and cheer: "Great, big boss! In one and a half hours, all 10,000 magazines have been sold!"
"Paid items sell better than free ones. Damn, these perverts are really willing to spend money."
“We are rich!”
Dan Tart immediately laughed and scolded: "Fuck, the big head earns money and the small head spends it. It is natural for a man to earn money and spend it on his children. Buying a magazine is nothing."
"Have you ever seen a man who works ten hours a day in the stable, and except for brushing his teeth and eating, he spends his time holding the hands of young ladies and chatting?"
"Let alone 10,000 copies, we can sell 100,000 copies."
Ah Le calculated silently in his mind, then opened his eyes wide and said excitedly: "One hundred thousand copies, damn, hundreds of thousands of dollars in a month!"
"Boss, I want to drive a Mercedes."
Jiang Hao, however, looked down on him and asked back, "Hundreds of thousands? You idiot, don't forget that the magazine also has a customer phone number printed on it. It makes at least a million a month!"
"I just received a message from my younger brother. The phone that brings in customers has been ringing non-stop. The anxious younger brothers went to knock on the door early in the morning to ask Fengjie to get up and start work."
"It's still a Mercedes. In a few years, it will be OK to fly a helicopter!"
Ah Le smiled from ear to ear: "It doesn't matter, Mercedes-Benz and airplane are all fine, tell Feng Jie who is working that I, Ah Le, will treat him to a midnight snack. Just open your legs and lie on the bed to continue sleeping, come on!"
"pick."
"Feng Jie and the others are also in the technical field, okay?" Dan Tart cursed.
Jiang Hao said with some regret: "It's a pity that the hotel has not been renovated yet. It will be more profitable when the Crown Hotel officially opens."
Yin Zhaotang smiled and said nonchalantly, "With customers already in hand, are you still worried about not making money? The hotel is the club's place, and you have to give Uncle Gong the credit."
"The magazine is our brothers' family business, it's enough for us to live on for the rest of our lives!"
"Boss Xian from the printing factory just called me and said that a director of the distribution association has come to him. But there is more than one new magazine on the market today!"
He took a puff of cigarette and exhaled white smoke.
Ah Le immediately responded, "Brother Tang, just as you guessed, Big Wave didn't sell well enough and was beaten by us right at the start."
"Spicy ginger can't stand a fight with us!"
Yin Zhaotang was in a good mood, and said to his brothers meaningfully: "There are many things to pay attention to when doing business. Don't underestimate the newspaper seller on the street."
"Do you really think that you can outsell Spicy Ginger this time just by doing well in the magazine and taking good photos?"
"And thanks to those newspaper guys for their help!"
(End of this chapter)