Salted Fish Tycoon

Chapter 147

The 500,000 copies were released into sales channels once again, only to vanish without a trace like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

What did that mean?

Li Wenchuan and his fans had proven to everyone the influence and genuine purchasing power of an individual.

The editor-in-chief could not help thinking of a somewhat unrelated incident: Li Wenchuan's perfume commercial. Shangming's line of perfumes had also sold out the moment it launched. But that had been built on Shangming's existing reputation, as well as the way affordable perfumes could stimulate consumers' desire to buy.

He had never expected Li Wenchuan to bring such frenzied sales even when shooting a magazine. Printed media had long been struggling, declining by the day. Their magazine had only survived while one publication after another collapsed because of its unique qualities, a loyal base of longtime customers, and substantial financial backing.

The presale link was put up directly, and as he watched the sales figures climb without any sign of slowing, the editor-in-chief sighed. It was as if he had seen Ruili in its most glorious days again. As a monthly publication, it had once sold this much every month. But once the internet became widespread, that was no longer possible. They too had been searching for ways to transform.

As the lingering glow of the setting sun shone crimson, it reflected the magazine's former splendor at its zenith.

How could one not feel wistful?

Things did not look so good over at Windshow. Jie Funa's team was arguing with them, accusing them of failing to provide timely support. Otherwise, how could things have blown up this badly?

"They're still saying that?" The director wore the typical ABC makeup look, but even heavy makeup could not conceal her exhaustion.

The magazine's sales