The King of Crossover Entertainment.

Chapter 100 0100, Hot Sales

Dazhou No. 1 Middle School, teachers' office.

Xiao Xiao is the head teacher of Class 7 in Grade 2.

After class, she walked into the office with a serious face.

"Teacher Xiao, which naughty kid in your class has made you angry this time?"

Facing the question from Jiao Jie, the physical education teacher, Xiao Xiao threw the books in his hand onto his desk and said, "Teacher Jiao, you don't know, I confiscated five novels in one class. I'm really pissed off."

Jiao Jie smiled and said, "You are just too amiable. You should be stricter, like Teacher Xu Yang. No student would dare to read novels or play with their mobile phone in his class."

"It's lawless." At this time, Xu Yang came in angrily, followed by two little boys.

Seeing this, Jiao Jie was very surprised and asked, "Teacher Xu, what happened to them? Didn't they hand in their homework?"

"I wish they hadn't handed in their homework." Xu Yang snorted and said, "How dare they read a novel right under my nose."

Another novel?

Jiao Jie suddenly felt a little pain in his face.

The last moment he had sworn to Xiao Xiao that no students dared to read novels in Xu Yang's class, but in the blink of an eye he was slapped in the face.

Xiao Xiao said: "I just confiscated five novels in class."

Xu Yang said: "I saw that teachers from other grades also confiscated a lot of books. It's strange, why is there such a sudden trend of reading novels?"

Xiao Xiao said: "I'm wondering too. Although the students in our class are a bit naughty, and occasionally we find a few of them secretly playing with their phones during class, we have never found any of them reading this kind of paper novel."

Xu Yang turned to the two little boys and said, "Tell me, what happened?"

The two little boys, one lowered his head and fiddled with the zipper of his school uniform, and the other sighed and said with a bitter face: "Teacher, you can't blame us, blame the cross-border superstar."

Xu Yang raised his eyebrows and asked, "What cross-border superstar?"

The boy pointed at the novels on the desk and said, "The King of Crossovers is the author of these two novels."

Xu Yang said coldly: "Why blame him? Did he force you to read his novel in class?"

The little boy shook his head and said, "No, but... he wrote it so brilliantly that I can't stop reading it. If I don't read it, I'll feel itchy inside."

Xu Yang said: "I can't control you during your spare time, but you must abide by the classroom rules. You will be promoted to the third year of high school next semester. If you don't work hard and lay a solid foundation at this time, how can you face the college entrance examination?"

The little boy said: "Teacher, I know I was wrong."

Xu Yang asked another little boy: "What about you?"

Another little boy raised his head and said, "Teacher, I also know I was wrong."

Xu Yang said: "Since this is your first offense, just write a 500-word self-criticism and go back to class."

The little boy who had been keeping his head down and saying nothing turned around and left quickly.

The little boy who talked more was still standing there motionless.

Xu Yang said: "You can go back now."

The little boy said, "Teacher, can I take the novel away? I promise I won't read it in class."

Xu Yang once again started teaching mode, and said earnestly: "Your grades have always been mediocre in the class. Have you ever thought about working hard? What do I usually tell you? 'If you don't work hard when you are young, you will regret it when you are old'. As a student, you should..."

The little boy ignored it with one ear and let it out with the other, his eyes always fixed on the novel on the desk.

At this time, the school bell rang.

The little boy rolled his eyes and said, "Teacher, I'm going back to class first." Then he ran away.

Xu Yang said helplessly: "A rotten tree cannot be carved."

Suddenly, Jiao Jie at the next table laughed out loud, "Teacher Xu, please take a look at this scene. The quarrel between Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie is really funny."

Xu Yang subconsciously leaned over to take a look.

[“Do you really think you can beat me, monkey? You think you are a master who can save the world. Guanyin and the Jade Emperor are playing tricks on you. Oh, sorry, you are a monkey. Hahahaha…”

"pig!"

"monkey!"

"Pig!"

"Monkey brain!"

"pig intestine!"

"Monkey butt..."]

"Hehe..." Xu Yang then reacted and said, "Teacher Jiao, why are you still reading the confiscated novel?"

"You know what, it's really interesting." Seeing Xu Yang's face fall, Jiao Jie hurriedly said, "Teacher Xu, I remember you have a class this morning, right?"

"Oh, I almost forgot." Xu Yang hurried to the classroom.

Jiao Jie closed the office door, returned to his seat, and continued reading "The Legend of Sun Wukong" which he had not finished.

This scene is happening in many schools today.

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"Zhu Xian", "Ghost Blows Out the Light", "Cat's Eye", "Dart Man", "Wukong Biography" have taken over the book sales charts of bookstores in major cities in China with a whirlwind of momentum. "Boss, give me a set of novels by the crossover king."

"Boss, do you have "Dart Man" here?"

"Boss, give me a copy of The Legend of Wukong. I bought it last night but it was confiscated by the teacher today."

"Boss, give me six copies of Zhu Xian and Cat's Eye. I want to give them to my friends."

"Boss, do you still have Ghost Blows Out the Light?"

……

Xuefu Bookstore is a small bookstore located in the suburbs of Huludao.

Starting from that afternoon, waves of customers came for unknown reasons, and they specifically asked for the novel by the cross-border superstar.

The boss was completely confused.

His small bookstore only had a few customers a day before. He had never seen such a large number of customers before.

At the same time, he was also glad that when he was purchasing goods the day before yesterday, he listened to the agent's advice and bought some novels by the cross-border superstar.

All the goods that were purchased the day before yesterday have been sold out. An order was placed last night, and each novel needs one thousand copies, for a total of five thousand copies. This is more than all the books in the store combined. However, the boss is confident that he can sell them all.

"Everyone, everyone, they are all sold out."

Looking at the eight or nine customers in front of him, the boss' heart was bleeding. He could sell at least twenty copies.

But there is no way. The delivery truck has been nowhere to be seen today and it has not arrived an hour later than usual.

One of them asked, "When will the goods be available?"

Many of them went to three or five bookstores, but the result was always the same: the books were sold out.

"Next..." Before the boss could even utter the word "afternoon", he saw the delivery truck and immediately changed his words: "Here it comes, the goods are here."

"Boss, let me help you unload the goods. Sell me one first."

"I'm coming too, I'm coming too."

……

Everyone rushed forward to help, fearing that if they were a little slow, the food would be snatched away.

The boss saw this and couldn't stop laughing.

After finishing his work and seeing off the customers, he picked up a book at random and started reading.

"Is it so magical? People are rushing to buy it."

In the past, the best-selling novels were science fiction novels. Novels of the martial arts, fairy tale, and fantasy genres could only sell a few copies a month. It’s not that no one reads them, but that there are very few books worth reading.

Time passes with the sound of turning pages.

The boss's expression changes from time to time, sometimes surprised, sometimes happy, sometimes sad...

“What a great book, The Legend of Wukong!”

When the boss closed the book, he couldn't help but sigh that the idea was novel, the plot was ups and downs, and it was fascinating. The extraordinary literary skills were displayed in the plainness. It can be said that every word is a gem and every sentence is a classic.

At the same time, in the suburbs of Magic City, at the temporary office of the Novel Monthly Magazine.

The small warehouse is now full, but there are actually only six people.

"An extra 100,000 copies of Zhu Xian, OK, OK."

"Hello, this is Novel Monthly Magazine. Yes, yes, yes... place your order with us."

"Your goods have been shipped, sent by air as required. Please keep an eye on the logistics status."

"How could we be pirates? We have obtained authorization from the crossover king himself."

"It's a one million order from a European agent, right? I asked about it, and they are printing it on an expedited basis. The earliest delivery will be tomorrow at noon."

……

The smile on Zheng Rong's face never faded.

In just one week, the total sales of the five novels by the King of Crossovers exceeded five million copies. Currently, orders for ten million copies have been received from home and abroad, and the orders are still increasing.

After Dong Jie hung up the phone, she said happily: "Brother Zheng, another million-dollar order just came in."

"I heard it." Zheng Rong gave a thumbs up.

Guo Chuan was not so happy. He sighed and said, "Brother Zheng, our magazine has been greatly affected. Sales have plummeted by 70%."

After hearing this, the others all fell silent.

However, Jung Yong smiled and said, “But overall, the magazine is moving in a good direction.”

This is a fact.

The smile on his face grew even wider, and he continued, "Moreover, the Crossover King has already agreed that the next short story will be serialized simultaneously in our magazine."

"yeah!"

This is good news. Suddenly, cheers rang out in the small warehouse.

(End of this chapter)