Fang Jiande was confused. Why was it out of stock when he came here so early in the morning?
Or...forget it today?
"Dad..." Fang Guobin pulled his father's sleeve aggrievedly.
No, my son is watching here, and I can’t let him down in any words.
After hesitating for a moment, Fang Jiande made a decision.
He decided to go find the clerk. Maybe the clerk could solve it?
With this little thought in mind, Fang Jian took his son to the counter.
"Comrade, give me a radio series of The Conspiracy."
"Hey, didn't I tell you that the tapes are on the shelves, but I don't have them here."
"But it's not on the shelves anymore."
"Hey, are they gone? I just put a hundred sets of tapes out this morning and they're gone?"
The clerk was also stunned.
She went to check and it was really gone.
“If there’s nothing on the shelves, there’s nothing I can do.”
Fang Jiande asked with the hope of being safe: "Where is the warehouse? Does your warehouse have goods?"
The clerk shook his head and said: "There are already the last goods in the warehouse. I thought I could last for a while, but you see, they were sold out in just one morning."
She added with a sigh: "The radio drama of this novel is really popular recently, and even the original novel and tape are sold out."
"Then there's nothing we can do?"
"We have to wait for our main store to restock before we can allocate a batch." The clerk was helpless.
"Then when will your main store restock?"
"I don't know. It should take less than two days. I heard that the production company has sufficient supply this time, and it will be available as soon as you place an order."
"Then I'll come over and take a look tomorrow."
"Maybe other stores have the goods. If you don't mind the trouble, you can shop around."
"Okay, thank you."
After thanking the clerk, Fang Jiande went to several Xinhua bookstores, but they were all sold out.
After visiting several stores in a row, it was already noon.
Fang Jiande said regretfully: "Son, it seems that our trip today was in vain."
"Oh." Fang Guobin was depressed and was not in the mood to talk.
Fang Jiande was a little confused. The novel "The Conspiracy" was good, but the tapes were so expensive. How could so many people buy it?
A set of tapes costs ninety yuan, which means he is not short of money, and he also promised his son, otherwise he would feel a little distressed.
Those ordinary people don't know if they can save ninety yuan all year round, so they are so willing to buy a set of tapes?
What a hell.
Fang Jiande rubbed his son's head and promised: "In this way, dad will go to a few stores to have a look. If they don't have it, I will buy it for you tomorrow."
"I know, Dad."
After receiving the assurance, Fang Guobin's face looked better.
In the afternoon, Fang Jiande visited several video stores, but there was no radio drama tape of "The Conspiracy". In desperation, Fang Jiande had to wait until tomorrow.
Back home, Fang Jiande complained about today's experience in front of his wife.
The wife was surprised: "Is Teacher Jiang's book so popular now?"
"It's very popular. The book is popular, the radio drama is also popular, and now even the tape is popular."
"I heard that CCTV is going to make a TV series called "The Conspiracy"."
"Tsk tsk, publishing a book, filming a TV series, and a radio drama, this great writer is going to make a lot of money."
"What, are you envious?"
"Hehe, it's a bit."
"Then why didn't you become a writer back then?"
"Isn't my time spent chasing you?"
"Virtue."
The next day, Fang Jiande went to the work unit. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that there were more topics talking about the radio drama "The Conspiracy" in the work unit.
The business of their unit is not busy, and many of them are old comrades, so he will not be too strict.
That's not necessary.
The old comrade was relaxed, and he, the section chief, was even more relaxed. He just had to divide the work in hand.
He took a stack of documents and walked around the office before looking for someone.
"Xiao Liu, please process this document."
Xiao Liu is a newcomer to the unit and he is young. As the section chief, Fang Jiande values young people the most, so he always thinks of him when there is work.
In his words, young people should exercise more so that they can become great talents in the future.
"Okay, Chief Fang."
Xiao Liu took the document and put it on the table.
At this time, Fang Jiande noticed something on his table.
"Hey, Xiao Liu, is that a tape on your table?"
Xiao Liu was shocked. Oh no, personal belongings are not allowed to be brought to the workplace.
This is bad.
After all, Xiao Liu was a newcomer and was not as shameless as the old man. He put the tape in the drawer awkwardly and then said to the section chief: "I'm sorry, section chief, I won't do it next time."
"Haha, it's nothing. That tape looks familiar to me." Fang Jiande said indifferently.
Xiao Liu breathed a sigh of relief and replied: "That's right, this is a new set of radio drama tapes I bought."
"Is the tape of the radio drama "The Conspiracy"?" Fang Jiande's eyes lit up and he asked.
Xiao Liu glanced at the section chief in surprise, "Chief Fang, have you also watched "The Conspiracy"?"
Fang Jiande seemed to have met a close friend, "I've seen it. Not only did I watch it, but I'm also following the radio drama recently. Not only me, but my son also likes this radio drama. I originally wanted to buy a tape, but I visited several stores yesterday. All sold out.”
"Yes, this radio drama is so popular now that it's hard to buy it. Fortunately, the bookstore next to our unit just arrived today, otherwise I don't know when it will be available to buy it." Xiao Liu nodded in agreement.
"What, the bookstore next to our unit sells it?"
"Yes, this is what I bought today."
When Fang Jiande heard the good news, he said humorously: "That's great. If I can't buy it today, my son will make a big fuss."
Xiao Liu complimented him a few more times, nothing more than doting on his son.
After thinking about it for a moment, the section chief suddenly thought of something. He looked at Xiao Liu unexpectedly and said, "I can't tell, Xiao Liu, you are quite capable!"
Xiao Liu was confused. Why did the topic turn to whether he had any strength?
"Section Chief, what do you mean?"
"The tape of "The Conspiracy" costs 90 yuan per set. You are so young and can afford it. Doesn't this show your strength?"
"Hi." Xiao Liu breathed a sigh of relief and explained: "I'm not married, my parents are both working and rich. One person can eat enough, the whole family is not hungry, and I really like Teacher Jiang's novels. This can't be released on tape. I want to Please support me more."
When Fang Jiande heard this, the curiosity on his face obviously increased, "Are you still a fan of Teacher Jiang?"
"It's not just me, it's my whole family. As for the money to buy the tape, my dad also supported me part of it."
"By the way, I remember that the old man also retired from the army."
"Yes, Signal Corps."
"No wonder, I feel like I'm involved."
After chatting for a few more words, Fang Jiande left.
He was still sighing in his heart, it was not without reason that the novel and radio drama of "The Conspiracy" became popular.
After getting off work in the evening, Xiao Liu got on his bicycle and was about to go home. He saw the section chief going to the bookstore next to him.
Fang Jiande didn't know that there were eyes watching him from behind, and he just wanted to buy the tape quickly.
"Comrade, do you have the tape of the radio drama "The Conspiracy"?"
"Yes, how many sets do you want?"
"One set, one set is enough."
After paying the money happily, Fang Jiande finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He is now also obsessed with radio dramas. He bought a tape and listened to it at home, which is much more enjoyable than listening to one episode every day on the radio.
Moreover, the gift for my son is now complete.
Perfect!
